Change My Mind *1D Fanfic*

Chapter 40

*4 DAYS LATER FROM THE INCIDENT*

Harry's P.O.V.

I start to move around the room with the crutches that the doctors had given me. Louis decided to decorate it with One Direction stickers, and pillows attached on the arm pit rests. Now it looks like a fan girls item, but eh I can deal with it. This is the second time I actually can get up to move around so I am used to hoping around.

I still am obtained with some giant bandages, and my big bright green cast. I chose green because it is Phoebe's favorite color. It is bright just like her bubbly personality. For the past few days she came to visit for 2-3 hours a day. We would chat about how my health is, and she would sometimes add a bit about her school, and such. She is very caring towards my crippled condition. She would bring some food, and a teddy bear. I have a hell-of-alot get well soons from fans, friends, management, and even family members.

Gemma, and my mum have sent a card in which made me feel all soft, and gummy from it. It was so sweet, and I miss them dearly.

I look over towards the bears that Phoebe has given me. They are small but each of them hold a heart. It's kind of her to do that. The one thing that puzzles me is that she hasn't swung by today at all. I check the clock that is hanging above the door. 4:16. She should be here about an hour ago.

Where is she?

Phoebe's P.O.V.

I have to do this.

I can't.

C'mon Phoebe you are already here, so man up, and do what you planned.

But. What if I wimp out, and just forget everything that I planned whenever I speak with him. Oh god. No no I can't do this! I lightly bang my head on the wheel, then look up at his house. I have to.

Even though Luke is very caring, and nice guy I just can't do this anymore. I just feel like my love for him faded, and then rubbed onto Harry. "Im doing this for us. For the good," I whisper under my breath. I let out a huff of air then exit my car. I walk up the little stone pathway that leads up to the wooden door. I reach it, and knock on the door. I step back a little, and I hear a muffled a yell, yelling: "Coming!"

Then the door opens to show who I believe to be Luke's mom. "'Ello dearie. Who might you be?" she asks, and I bring my hand out for her to shake. "Hi Mrs. Hemmings. My name is Phoebe Jones, and is Luke there?" I question while she shakes my hand. "Oh yes he is. Come in! Come in!" she excitably gushes, and I nod a thank you.

"Lukey come down! There is a pretty lady looking for you!" she coos then walks back into the kitchen. A door opens up at the top of the stairs, and I see Luke's figure walk out, and stand at the top of the stairs. His eyes widen, and he grins once he sees me. "Phoebe!" he says while coming down the stairs to embrace me in a hug. I push him away a little, and he pulls away with a concerned, and puzzled look on his face.

"Can we maybe talk outside?" I suggest, and he shrugs.

"S-sure. Lets go," he stutters then opens the front door leading me out. I follow then stop at his steps while he closes the door. I look over to him, and see a sad look on his face. I can't do this...

"Luke," I start but he raises his hand to stop me. I could see the sparkle in his eyes from tears. "I know what you are going to say," he says, and I feel tears stream down my face. "Im so sorry L-Luke," I plead, and he shakes his head. "Thats okay..." he pauses, and takes in a sharp breath. "I've always knew you loved Harry," he says, then walks back inside. I just stand there. Shocked, just absolutely shocked he even said that.

I sniff then walk off towards my car. My phone vibrates from a text from my pocket. Another sniffle emerges from my mouth, and I check my phone. It's from Luke.