Save Me From Myself

Harry Styles hits the drunk angry Rachel Selyts with his car late one night. Not wanting to take her to the hospital, he takes her to his home in hopes that she's okay. They are then trapped inside his home as paparazzi crowd his home trying to figure out who this mystery girl is. During their forced time together, they fall in love. Harry then learns that this girl has some issues with drinking, drugs, and alcohol. She's a heavy smoker who carries a lot of weight on her shoulders. Rachel hasn't had a perfect life, she did what she had to in order to get by. Can Harry save her and show her the right ways?

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1. Black Out

   Rachel's Point of View

       I don't remember half the things I do when I am drunk. I wake up the next morning and everything is just a blur. I drink a lot so I'm missing about seventy five percent of my life. But for some reason, I do remember what happened last night. Josh and I got in yet another fight. I stormed out of his house at about quarter of one and stumbled across the road on my way to my apartment. 

     It was just another fight. Josh and I fight all the time. Usually its about my drinking, tonight it was about my drug abuse. I don't abuse drugs, sure I'll take a hit of Ecstasy or a puff of weed every now and then, it's not like I am addicted to it or anything. He thinks I'm a project of some sort, he says he's trying to help me. I don't need his help and quite frankly I'm getting tired of putting up with him. I just walked out in the middle of our fight and started walking home. 

     So I walked out of his disgusting house and strutted home angry, drunk, and high. The street was dark and quite. It was probably about one thirty now, most people in Cheshire were sleeping by now. I began to cross the street, holding my heels in my hands, when I was blinded by a pair of bright headlights. I couldn't see a thing. Next thing I know, I feel a sharp pain in my hips and a pair of strong hands pick me up and lay me down in the backseat of a car. Everything went black after that.

      I don't remember making it home and yet I awoke in bed. This wasn't my bed, no way in hell could I afford a down comforter. My head throbbed and my entire body hurt. I stepped out of the bed and limped my way over to the kitchen. I was greeted by a boy with lots of curls. I'll be damned it was Harry Styles.

"Glad to see you're not dead." Harry smiled then took a bite out of his cereal.

 "What happened?" I groaned.

"We'll I hit you with my car last night, I didn't see you till it was too late. You left quite the dent might I add." His voice was slow and deep. It was like sex to my ears.

"Wait, so why am I not at the hospital?" I began to get a bit dizzy and held my bandaged head as I tried to keep my balance.

"Because if I brought you to the hospital we'd get a mashed up couple name and be front paged on every magazine. It's not easy being me."

I chuckled "Yeah, I'm sure your perfect life is so hard to live."

"You wouldn't understand, what is your name?"

"Rachel, Rachel Selyts."

"Yeah see you'd probably find a magazine with Hachel written all over it. It's really a pain in the ass. People start rumors. It's a lot safer here anyways."

"Well I don't think it would have made a difference, there are camera men out there already." I gestured to the window.

Harry shot up and looked out at all the paparazzi. "You got to be shitting me." He groaned.

I stood there silently as I watched him shut and lock every window. He closed the blinds and shut the curtains. "I'm sorry but it looks like you're going to have to stay here until all this madness dies down." He said as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Well how long is that going to take?"

Harry shrugged "Maybe like a week or so, I can't really be sure but it might take a while."

"You're kidding right? I have to stay here locked up in this palace of a flat for a week?"

Harry nodded "Yeah, sorry."

I shook my head and sat down.

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