To Infinity (A Harry Styles Love Story)

c h a p t e r - 8

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i miss everything we do,
i'm half a heart without you.
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Chapter 8!
{HARRY'S P.O.V}

I stared ahead at the blank wall, my knee bouncing up out of nervousness. My hair was messed up, due to ruffling it every other second. I clenched my jaws together, and my teeth were sore from doing so.

I sighed, trying not to feel the panic rushing through my veins. Tears started in my eyes, and I could barely swallow due to the lump in my throat.

It had been two days.

Two whole fucking days. Two days of me ruffling my hair, biting my lips, clenching my jaws, and bouncing my knees. Two days of me pacing back and forth, quietly sobbing. Two days of me holding Brooklyn's thin hand, waiting for her to flutter her beautiful sad blue eyes open. Two days of trying not to cry every second. Two days of me trying to sort out my feelings for this dangerously beautiful girl.

But I figured it out. I don't know how, and I don't know when, but I managed to fall in love with Brooklyn. Yeah, Love.

I've only known her for 3 weeks, and even in that time, I barely ever talked to her. But I love her. I love her so much.

I love her soft brown hair, and how it flows in the wind. I love her pale face, that fires up when she blushes. I love her bright blue eyes, and that still have sadness in them.

And I think I know why. The doctors told us that she had bruises ALL over her. She had cuts, too, everywhere. Which is the reason she's in a coma right now. Her body is so weak. How would she get all of those?? Easy. Who is she around all the time? Blake.

Now, I'm not actually 100% sure of this, but I'm pretty sure. I mean, I said it before and I'll say it again, Blake's an ass. He's a jerk. And anyone could tell how uncomfortable Brooklyn was around him.

But she didn't need to worry about that again, considering she was going on tour with us. It was now Thursday, but Simon pushed back the tour date. I remember seeing the happy grin that took over Brooklyn's flawless face. And I also remember the fear, worry, and bruises. I have a goal.

No matter what it takes, I'm going to make sure that Brooklyn is happy again. Because God knows she deserves it. Simon had told us that she had a VERY rough childhood, and that she was bullied all throughout school. Poor girl.

I was going to make her happy.

Suddenly, I was broken from my thoughts by the click clack of heels. Gosh, I hate that noise. I looked up, and hope spread throughout my body. The doctor was standing there.

"Anyone here for... Brooklyn Davis?" She questioned in an American accent. The boys and I shot out of our seats.

Considering the boys actually talked to her throughout the 3 weeks, they had grown close to her as well. I mean, who wouldn't? She was perfect.

"Us!" I said, fast walking towards her. She gave us a small smile. "Well I have good news! She's awake!" She exclaimed.

Happiness fluttered through my body, and an ear to ear grin hopped onto my face. Joy rushed through my veins, and relief filled me. "Really?!" I asked.

She grinned. "Yeah she's awake!". Her smile faltered and she said "But, she's really weak. Mr.Cowell called, and she'll be able to start tour day after tomorrow. Take her home today, and make sure she's well rested. She needs to take pain pills every 6 hours, and she needs to be eating healthy. She also needs a good amount of sleep." She informed us. I nodded my head. "Also, she has..... Cuts... All over her arms, stomach, and thighs. Would she self harm?" The doctor asked, concern on her face.