Harry... I'll change you.

Abigail, a 17 year old girl from Kent, wakes up from a coma. 7 years later. She has no idea who she is, or where she is, and her parents died during her coma. But mysterious and dangerous Harry Styles says he knows her and takes her home. Abigail finds out about his past, a history and drinking, drugs, and violence. Can she teach him to learn better? And will she teach him to fall in love? And will Abigail discover who she really is?


1. Waking Up

"Should we unplug it?"

"No, I'm sure she'll wake up."

"But its been nearly seven years. I doubt she will."

"Please, Dr Bryce. Give her another month."


I have no idea where I was, who I was or who those people talking were. I don't even know what they were talking about. Waking up? Am I asleep? And unplug what? And seven years? Why has it been seven years? The date is June 9th, 2006. Should I try and wake up? I tried to, but nothing. Well, I have a whole month. But I really want to know whats happening. Why can't somebody explain? I mean, if I'm asleep, and I can still hear them, then why don't they explain? I just don't know...


- 1 week later -


Cold fingers were lifting my eyelids, and a bright, dazzling light was shone in my eyes. As soon as the fingers were taken away, my eyes fluttered open.

"Ah your awake. Now I'm going to have to ask you some questions. They are very important, so try to answer accurately. Do you know your name?" A man in a white coat asked. I looked around at the place I was in. I was in a hard, white bed, and there was blue curtains surrounding me.

"Um, Abigail... Terrance?" I asked. I think that's my name. I remember somebody calling me Miss Terrance the other day, and I also heard someone call me Abigail.

"Yes, its good you know. Do you know your date of birth, and your age?" He asked. I thought for a moment.

"Er, April 28th 1996? And I'm 10? But why do I look older?" I had breasts and my legs were long.

"I'll explain that later. Now just two more, do you know what happened to you?" He was writing something down on a piece of paper.

"No. Was I asleep?"

"Sort of. We'll explain later. And lastly, do you know the date?"

"Of course, June 9th 2006." I was quick to answer.

"Well, actually..." The man looked down. What, its not 2006 or something? I was very confused now.

"Its December 19th 2013." He corrected me.

"No. It can;t be. Would that mean I'm... 17?" I asked. He nodded.   "What happened? I've missed seven years of my life, I don't know where I am, who I am or what happened to me!" I was crying now. 

"Yes, you are 17. And you were in a car crash and fell into a deep coma. You have been in one for seven years. Your parents never gave up hope, so when they passed on 4 years later they wanted us to keep trying to wake you up. You are in hospital, of course. And you will learn about yourself as you grow." I was very confused now.

"So when do I get to go home? And with who?" I asked.

"We don;t know yet, but we will tell you as soon as we find out. Goodbye now." He got up, opening the curtains and left. He left them open, and I saw a boy around my age with brown curly hair walk by. He was wearing a black t-shirt and skinny black jeans. He stopped and looked at me for a moment, his deep green eyes putting me into a trance. Then he walked on by, like he had nothing to care about.



A few hours later, a female nurse came in and gave me food. It was two bits of buttered toast and a glass of milk. Then it came flooding back. I used to always have toast and milk when I was ten. Then I remembered my family, my school, the crash. The last thing I remember was my mother crying, "Stay with us Abi!"  I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream and I wanted to shout. Then I saw the boy again. He stared at me again, then walked off. There was something about him. Something... dangerous... Minutes later the Doctor who had talked to me first came in. With the boy.

"Abigail, this man says he knows you. Does he? Does he bring back any memories?" Of course he didn't, but I slowly shook my head. It was those eyes. They make you do anything he wants.

"Good. You can leave with him now if you want." A smile came on his face, dimples appearing on each cheek. Doctor helped me out of bed, and I went to the bathroom to get changed into clothes the Doctor had given me, and I left with the mysterious boy.

"Who are you?" I asked when we were out of the hospital. He looked at me for a minute.

"I'm Harry Styles." His voice was so deep, so dangerous.

"Why are you taking me? And where?" I asked. We were now in his car and he was driving somewhere. He didn't answer, he was just silent. I decided not to ask anymore, or say anything. I looked out the car window. So much has changed since 2006. Everything has changed since 2006.



Harry pulled up to a huge house. No, not a house. It was a mansion.

"I live with four other guys. They're nice, nicer then me. Just don't say anything about their girlfriends, or bromances." I nodded, and got out the car following Harry through the door. I saw four other guys, nearly all of them with tattoos. One with brown hair in a quiff and blue/green eyes came up to me.

"Hi. I'm Louis." He was British. Another with a blonde/brown quiff and blue eyes came over.

"I'm Niall." He was Irish. Am I in Ireland or Britain?

"I'm Zayn and this is Liam." The one with the black quiff and blonde streak said. What is it with the quiff's? He pointed to a boy with a shaved head and caramel eyes, he waved at me.

"So, you Harry's girl?" Liam asked. I looked around for Harry, but he wasn't here.

"Uh, n- no?" I was confused. Luckily Harry walked in.

"Shes an old friend on mine. I saw her at the shops and invited her over." Harry was standing beside me. I never realized how tall he was. I felt small and fragile. And I didn't know what to do. Or what to say.

"Abigail, I'm going to take you shopping later, you need clothes since that's your only set." Harry said.

"Why is that your only set?" Louis asked.

"Well, er..." I looked over at Harry.

"She woke up from a seven year coma today. She was at the shops because she didn't know where she was, and needed help. So shes going to live with us now." Harry explained. He seemed to come up with stories fast.

"Seven years in a coma? Woah..." Everyone was shocked...


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