Give Me A Chance

Clare Sampson is not you're average girl. Her dad, who she dislikes, is famous and takes his fame for granted. But, her past has caused her to have trust issues. Then when Clare's car broke down in the middle of nowhere, it was Harry Styles who came by to offer help. But, being the stubborn girl she is, she turned down the offer from this familiar boy. It wasn't until that night when her directioner sister made her realize who she met. The two are closer than they first realized. Harry starts to fall hard for her, but doesn't know what to do when he finds out she's not interested. What will Harry do to try to win her heart? What will happen if Clare starts to trust him? Read to find out!(:


9. You could trust me.

Clare's POV

Sarah and I just entered our house. My mom and Luke were outside playing in the pool. The only thing Sarah has been talking about the whole drive has been one direction. I made my way to the stairs and I was at the point where I couldn't handle her babble anymore.
"Sarah! Can you just shut up?" I yelled.
Her face looked surprised, "I thought you liked them, considering your dating Harry."
My jaw dropped. We were just standing on the stairs, staring at each other. Her arms were crossed and she glared at me. "We are not dating." I stated.
"Oh, come on. Then what was that going away to talk privately thing?" She asked in a jealous tone.
"Its complicated."
"Yeah, just like how it's a long story how you met them..?" Her tone was increasing.
"It is." I grinded my teeth. "So just drop it."
Her face looked shocked as I turned and continue to walk upstairs. I walked down the long hallway and finally made it to my room. I plopped on my bed, confused about everything. I looked around. On my dresser I saw my old phone. The one I had before I moved out. I turned it on. It still works except there's no calling or texting, obviously. I was bored so I decided to look through my old messages. There were texts from my friends who I lost contact with after high school, ex boyfriends, and mainly Ellie. I opened up the messages from Ellie. They were from about a little over a year ago. I scrolled all the way to the top of the messages, deciding to read them. Once I started reading, I couldn't stop as tears rolled down my cheeks. I found the messages from after an argument between us. It was about when I went over to Ellie's house, no one was home, so I just walked in like I always did. I made my way to her room and opened the door. I found her. Sitting there. With a container of pills and a glass of water, she was crying, she looked up at me with at tear stained face and started bawling. I went up to her, grabbed the pills from her hand, she was fighting back as much as she could.
"No! I need those!" She yelled at me through sobs.
"No! You don't! But I need you!" I screamed back at her.
"You can't do this to me, I'm a mess and I just want to leave forever!" She cried.
"No, I can't let this happen." I finally got the pills, ran to the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet.
She was crying and crying. I went up to her as tears were streaming down her face while tears were streaming down mine as well. She was shaking. I sat next to her and put my arms around her as we both cried. We cried and didn't say anything for about 10 minutes when I notices fresh cuts along her arms. I didn't say anything, knowing it would upset her even more.
We heard the door open and footsteps coming up the stairs, but we didn't move. Her mom entered the door.
"What happened?" She asked while freaking out.
Ellie took a deep breath, "Nothing, just crying about the end of a movie." She lied.
Her mom looked at me with raised brows as in asking if that was the truth. I looked at Ellie then back at her mom. I looked her in the eye and nodded, lying to myself and her mom.
That night I got a text from Ellie.
-Ellie: u mad at me?
I could never be mad at her, she's my best friend.
-Me: no, but I'm very disappointed
-Ellie: I just want to feel better
-Me: this isn't the way tho
I remembered how she didn't tell me everything that year. I could tell. But I told her about everything, she's the only one I trusted.
-Ellie: Y R u upset?? She asked over text. It's odd how she can always sense my feelings.
-Me: just cuz
-Ellie: is it because of me and what I did?
-Me: no it's not just that.
I lied.
-Ellie: what else?
-Me: stuff
-Ellie: like?
Right then, I remembered just snapping. I don't know if it was the anger in me from her trying to kill herself or from the family problems I was having at home, but I just cracked.
-Me: why should I tell u??
-Ellie: cause idk, whatever.
-Me: is that that reason why you don't tell me stuff?
She didn't respond to me. After about 10 minutes of me waiting nervously she replied.
-Me: IM TRYING TO UNDERSTAND SO I CAN HELP YOU!!! How come you don't understand tht?!?! But I know that you don't want me to understand cuz u secretly don't want any help! But what you already do "helps you" but you will regret it one day!!!
-Ellie: I don't need to hear it and I don't care!! I'm DONE!
-Me: then I won't help, cuz you obviously don't need or want it!!!
She never texted me back after that.
I cried after that. That was out first real argument in like 2 years.
Later, I found out that after she received that message, She threw her phone and the screen cracked she and broke. She was also crying through the whole conversation.

I looked up from my old phone, realizing that my bed was wet from tears. Those memories will always be there. I heard our house phone ring, but i let someone else answer it.
I lay on my bed, memories rushing back. Some from when I was young, back when met and some from last year, when her problems worsened. I closed my eyes, they burned from crying and I let myself drift off to sleep.

She stood in front of me. Dressed in all white. Her long red hair was perfectly curled and her many freckles that covered her face was just as I remembered them.
"Ellie?" I asked.
"Hello, Clare." She replied sweetly.
Suddenly the room started spinning and everything turned all dark and misty. I coughed as the mist filled my lungs. It was choking me and I couldn't breathe.
"That's right," a low version of Ellie's voice called out. "Suffer just as I did. You knew, but never stopped me! I could be alive right now. But I'm not. And it's all your fault!" Her voice kept getting louder and louder. My brain felt like it was going to pound out of my head as I closed my eyes and fell to the floor.

I opened my eyes. Good. It was just a dream. I started panting and I touched my arm, making sure I wasn't sleeping anymore. I looked outside. It was getting dark out. I looked at my clock. It was 7:00. I slept for 5 hours. How can that happen? It felt like 10 minutes! My breathing started to increase as I thought about my dream. She said it was my fault. I believed her. I needed some air. I got up out of bed and walked down stairs. My mom was in the living room.
"Clare?" She called out.
"Yeah, mom?"
"Mrs. Terry called." Mrs. Terry was Ellie's mom. My heart stopped.
"She wants you to call her back," my mom told me.
Is mrs. Terry gonna blame Ellie's death on me too?
"Oh, okay." I made my way and dialed their house phone which I had memorized since I was 6.
"Hello?" A voice answered from the other end.
"Mrs. Terry?" I asked.
"Yes, Clare, is that you?" She asked. It sounded like she had been crying.
"Yes. My mom told me you wanted to talk to me..?" My voice trailed at then end.
"Yes, that. Well, as I'm sure you already know, today is Ellie's one year anniversary" she sniffed. " and, well, I was wondering how you were holding up."
I didn't respond at first. I cant believe I forgot that on this day, last year, Ellie took her life. I was thinking at how oblivious Mrs. Terry was. She didn't even know the real reason why Ellie left us. She has no clue what Ellie was going through, only I did. And I didn't want to be the one to tell her.
"Clare?" She asked, "are you still there?"
I felt the tears surfacing again and I said yes.
"So, uh, how've you been?" She asked again.
"I've been holding up."
"Well that's good."
"Uh, I'm really sorry, but I've gotta go. I'll talk to you later Mrs. Terry." I hung up the phone and slid down the wall as tears were sliding down my cheeks. I couldn't tell her that I still thought about Ellie everyday, blaming myself. I was sobbing loudly. I heard my mom get up off the couch.
"Clare? Honey, what's wrong?" She called from the room over. I quickly got up and ran to the back door, threw it open, and ran down to the beach. It was somewhat dark and a few stars were shown in the sky. I ran to the shore and sat there. I took deep breaths trying to calm my breathing but the tears wouldn't stop.

Harry's POV

"Guys! Lets go night surfing!" Louis yelled around the house.
"Sounds good to me!" Liam said.
"You guys wanna teach me how to surf?" Niall asked.
All 5 of us walked outside. Niall, Liam, and Louis were in wet suits and had their boards. They all ran into the water. Zayn and I just sat in the sand and watched. I wasn't in the mood to get in the water and Zayn didn't know how to swim so we decided to just hang out.
We watched as Louis and Liam attempted to teach Niall how to surf. It was hard considering it was dark and the only light they had was the stars and the deck light.
"So, uh, what's going on with you and Clare?" Zayn broke the silence.
"I'm not sure. We're friends, I guess."
"Well, she seems nice." He said awkwardly and then checked twitter on his phone. "Uh, Harry, you might wanna look at this." He handed me his phone.
There was a picture of Clare and I sitting on the bench in front of the fountain at the mall laughing. There were so many comments asking who she was and if we were dating.
"Oh, god." I said. Hopefully she won't see this. I hate how our fans give hate whenever they see us with other girls.
Just then we saw a girl run out of the house next to ours. I could just make out that it was Clare. She ran to the sand and plopped on the ground. We could hear faint sobs. Zayn looked at me with a confused look on his face.
"Do you think she saw the picture on twitter?" He asked sounding worried.
"I don't know, but she's probably crying because people think we're together. She's weird like that."
"Well I'm going to see if she's okay." Zayn said as he was about to get up.
"No," I interrupted him, "let me do it." Zayn sat back down as I got up and made my way over to Clare.
She was heavily sobbing and holding her legs. I don't think she heard me coming since she didn't look up. "Clare? Are you ok?" She looked up at me, her cheeks stained with tears, still heavily crying. I hated seeing her like this.
"Harry," she sobbed, "please, just go away..."
"Look if this is about the picture, then I'm sorry." I apologized.
She looked up at me, obviously confused. "What are you talking about?" She asked.
"Never mind, are you okay? What's wrong?" I sat down next to her in the sand.
Her sobbing increased once again and she put her face in her hands. I put my arms around her to try to comfort her. "Tell me what happened."
"It's a long story," she cried.
"I have time." I offered.
She took a deep breath. "Well one year ago today, my best friend died."
I did a little gasp. I don't blame her for being upset.
"But her death wasn't an accident." She kept on staring on into the distance. I kept silent, letting her vent.
"She killed herself. I knew about it. She staged her death as an accident when truly, it was a suicide. She told me about her plan the night before. I didn't think she was serious. I knew she was suicidal, but I didn't think she'd actually do it. She cut herself too, everywhere. She even once carved my name into her stomach. It all started after her parents got a divorce. She was 7 and blamed herself. She used to live in Texas And we did too. Then we ended up moving out here and a couple months later, her and her mom did too. It was 8th grade. And I already made new friends with the popular crowd. She, on the other hand, became friends with the people labeled as druggies. She started cutting. She never told me, but I saw them and confronted her. She got mad and told me not to worry about it. One night, she got really upset and started taking pills. I got afraid because she told me what she was doing. I texted her frantically but she didn't answer. I really wanted to call her mom, but I couldn't betray Ellie's trust. So I called her house and asked to speak to Ellie. Her mom told me that she was grounded, then hung up the phone. I was upset. Literally freaking out, I had so much anxiety and my body was shaking."
At this point Clare stopped to take a deep breath and started sobbing again.
"It's ok, Clare." I reassured her.
"No, it's not. I need to let this out."
I nodded my head and let her continue, she kept on staring at the small waves.
"Then when she texted me, my heart skipped a beat. I was so thankful that she was still alive. But I was still so scared. And then, like a year later, she was at my house. She kept a journal and being the nosy girl I am, I started looking in it. The first thing I saw when I opened the cover, was a plastic baggy. In the baggy, was her blade she used. I asked her why would you bring this to my house? She looked at the floor and said she didn't trust herself to leave it at home. I told her that my house should be a safe place, not a place where she goes and harms herself. She tried to take her journal back but I blocked it from her and flipped through it. I came upon a page that said To Clare. It was a suicide note. I read it as silent tears crept down my face. It explained that she was sorry and loved me and that I was her best friend. I couldn't handle it anymore. I pushed the journal back into her hands and walked away. I couldn't believe this." She paused again, I just looked her in the eye and gave her an assuring smile. She looked me in the eye and sniffled. She then continued.
"So, this time last year, a day before today, we were hanging out. She had a smile on her face. She told me that she was finally going home. I was confused at her. She said that whatever happened to her, that I would always be her best friend and she would always be mine. I promised her that. She then asked me if a car crashes, does the seatbelt automatically lock? I said yes and asked her why she wanted to know that. She told me it was for a science project and I believed her. She asked if you could turn an air bag off, I told her that I didn't know and she looked a little disappointed. I ignored it and changed the subject. The next day, I got a phone call." Clare started violently sobbing again. I started rubbing her back soothingly to tell her that its okay. She took a deep breath then continued. "It was her mom. She told me that Ellie got into a car accident. She crashed into the side of a brick building head on. The seat belt went right in front of her neck. So when the seat belt locked and her body went forward, she got choked and broke her neck. The air bag didn't go off in her car either so there was more damage to her body. She didn't survive. The people on her case think that she jerked the car accidentally And then her breaks locked up. But the thing is, it wasn't an accident. She crashed on purpose. And I knew it. I didn't tell anyone though because it was best for everyone to know Ellie as the athletic girl who always smiled and helped everyone, not the Ellie who was depressed, harmed herself, and eventually committed suicide." Clare finished her story and she kept on shivering and crying.
"Shhh.. It's okay." I told her.
The stars were shining in the sky and I looked to the right, Louis and Liam were still surfing and Zayn and Niall were sitting in the sand laughing at something. I'd much rather be right here. Clare stopped crying and leaned into me. I put my arm around her and we sat in silence. But it wasn't awkward, it was nice actually. We sat there for a bit as she calmed down.
"I can't believe I just told you all of that." Clare confessed. "Sorry that you had to listen to me and see me like this." She sniffled her nose.
"I'm not, I'm glad you told me."
"Just please, don't tell anyone." She begged.
"I won't, you can trust me." I said honestly.
"I know," she looked up at me and smiled.
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