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Chapter 11 (Part one)

Harry's POV:

"I'll give her my heart." I volunteer. 

I immediately felt all eyes on me. I don't care what anyone thinks, I want to give Brooke my heart. As long as she lives then I'll be fine. 

"That's a generous offer, Mr. Styles... But you realize that doing that, would result in you not making it... Yes?" I nod my head in understanding. I don't care if I die, I just want Brooke to be okay. 

"Well... I'll be back in a bit I have a patient who just arrived from a car crash. Just think about if you really want to go through with this." the doctor said, walking out of the room. 

"Are you out of your mind!?" Louis shouted. 

"No, I just want Brooke to live. I don't care if I die, I'll be fine as long as I know she lives a happy life." I said. 

"You can't go through  with it, Harry! You'd be giving up too much. People love you! Think about Anna! Think about your parents! Think about the fans! Think about us." Liam said, gesturing around the room to him and the lads.

I took a deep breath. It is true I'd be giving up a lot, and probably hurting a lot of people... I sunk into my chair, deep in thought. 

Brooke's POV:

 My heavy eyelids fluttered open. My hands felt around where I was laying, I was expecting to feel bed sheets, but instead I felt the soft prickles of grass that tickled the palm of my hand. I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was in a field close to my old house. I furrowed my eyebrows and scratched the back of my head. Wasn't I supposed to be in the hospital? I thought my dad stabbed me and tortured me? I searched my body for wounds, but there was nothing. Okay, this is getting weird.... I stood up slowly and started walking towards the house I used to live in as a child. It wasn't much of a house, more like a shelter I used to stay in because I had no where else to go. Believe me, if could have, I would have ran away to anywhere but there. I had no shoes on, and I was wearing a short, white, spaghetti-strapped, dress. Never in my life have I seen this dress... Why can't I be wearing some sneakers? I groaned and continued walking. I was walking up the driveway to my old house to knock on the door and ask whoever was living here if I could use their phone. I raised my fist to knock on the door, only to have my hand go right through! I shrieked and pulled my hand away, only now did I realize there was a faded glow outlining my body. 

"What the hell?" I squeaked. 

I put my hand to the door again, and watched  as it slid through the wooden door. Carefully, I moved my body forward, and walked right through the door, and into the house. The fuck? The setting was the same as when I lived here, why? Wouldn't they have gotten rid of the broken couch, the stained carpet, or added some more furniture? I made my way into the living room, to see if there was anyone I could possibly borrow a phone from. Turning the corner to the living room entrance, I heard small giggles and people talking.  

In the room, was a small girl around the age of 4 or  5 sitting on the couch in between who I was assuming, was her parents. They were tickling her and she squirmed and giggled. The parents looked up at each other and smiled, you could tell they were very much in love. They leaned in to kiss each other, earning an "EW" from their daughter. They laughed and kissed the girls cheek. She giggled and wiped their kisses off her face. I smiled, leaning my body against the door frame. Their moment reminded me of Lily and Brad... I hope I get to see them again. I thought it was time I stopped watching, and ask for a phone. I'm surprised they haven't noticed me yet. 

"Excuse me?" I ask. 

They didn't look up at me, or respond. They were acting as if I wasn't there. I walked over to them, waving my hands frantically in attempt to capture their attention. Nothing. 

The small girl looked up at her parents again, smiling. I studied her features, then her parents'. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. I knew these people.... Those were my parents... And the little girl was me. It was us before everything got messed up. When we were happy. This whole thing started to freak me out, so I ran towards the front door.

I ran right through the door, and was now standing in someones backyard. In the backyard was a girl who looked about 14, and a boy who looked around the age of 5. And me, the tiny 5 year old me. I was dressed in a blue princess dress, and the boy was dressed in a white tuxedo that was much too big for his small body. The 14 year old girl, who I recognize as my sister, was standing under a tree with a large smile on her face. I know exactly whats happening here... It's the day Harry and I got 'married'. I laughed as the young Harry linked arms with a smiling me. We walked slowly towards my sister, Laura. Once we stood in front of her, we turned to face each other, smiling like the idiots we were. Harry slid the large ring on my finger, and smiled up at me. Laura pretended to be the minister, saying we will be together until we die, and how we always have to share our juice boxes and crackers with each other, Harry and I agreed, and Laura said the words we had both been waiting for, "Harry, you may now kiss your bride."  He shot me a cheeky grin, then we leaned in, and Harry pecked my lips. I giggled and Harry and  ran off towards his tree house he had in his backyard. 

I smiled, remembering every emotion I felt that day. I looked down at the ring, that now fit my finger. Taking one last look at my childhood, I turned away and began walking in the direction of the house's front door. I easily slid through the door, and was now looking at two teenagers siting on the couch together, snuggled close. The boy had curly hair, and I immediately recognized him as Harry, and the girl snuggling with him, was me. We were about 14, and I still had pimples covering my face and my braces on my very crooked teeth. Harry had an arm wrapped around me protectively, as I cried into his chest. "I will always be here to protect you. If he ever tries to do something like that to you, I'll shoot the bastard. I'm sorry this had to happen." Harry whispered into my frizzy hair. "Th-Thank you, Hazza." I said between sobs. "I hate him for doing this to you. A perfect girl like you, most definitely does not deserve to be treated as a punching bag. I'm so thankful he's locked up now."  Harry said angrily, looking into my eyes that were shielded by broken glasses. "You're my hero, thank you. I love you, Harry. I hope we stay best friends forever." I smiled weakly at him. "I love you too." he said, placing a gentle kiss to my cheek. 

I remember that day as if it were yesterday... That was the day my dad killed my mom. He stabbed her in the back, just as he did to me... The doctors said the knife punctured a hole in her heart and she couldn't get a replacement heart, so she died. My dad got locked up, but I guess he was very capable of escaping. I walked up the stairs into Harry's old room. The scene before me was all too familiar... It's when Harry told me he was leaving to try out for the X-Factor.