You Saved Me

I was with my friend, I was celebrating my relationship status. I had finally got away from him. From the person who made me feel bad about myself. From the person who made me feel weak and worthless. Little did I know that he wasn't going to let me get away . . . Oh no.


2. Hospital and thanks

I slept for the rest of the day, it was the only way to get out of all the pain. Kaitlin visited for an hour and my mother visited briefly. I don't get on with my mum, that's why I call her mother. It annoys her. 

When the next day approached I asked the nurse if the boy was awake, she shook her head and apologised. 

"I'm sorry dear, but we don't think he's going to make it." She looked at me apologetically and checked how I was doing. 

"Can I see him? I want to say thanks. Even if he can't hear me." I begged. 

"I don't see why not. Just be carefully of your back, you don't want to tear your stitches." the nurse warned. I nodded and she took me to his room. It said Harry Styles on the name plate. I recognised that name . . . My mind swirled dizzily. 

"Woah. Don't fall. I think you should go back." The nurse suggested. I shook my head and walked to his side. His eyes were shut. He looked peaceful. He had curly brown hair then it hit me who it was. 

It was Harry Styles from a band called One Direction. He saved me. I took his hand and looked at his face. 

"Thank you, Harry. I'm sorry this happened." I whispered. His eyebrows twitched slightly. Maybe he heard me. "Thanks for saving me." I squeezed his hand. At that moment the door opened and the rest of One Direction walked in. I dropped Harry's hand and stared at them. My heart started to race slightly. 

"Hiya, you are?" one of them, Louis I think, asked. 

"I'm the girl he jumped in front of." I muttered. I flinched at the oncoming memory of Mark. They all looked at me with worry. I walked out of the room quickly and went back to mine. The nurse checked me and noticed I was panicking. 

"No more trips for you." She murmured. 

"Please let me go again." I begged, tears forming in my eyes. I wanted to go, I wanted to see if he was OK. I wanted to know he was safe. 

"OK, tomorrow. If you come back in a bad condition, you wont be allowed out again." the nurse compromised. I nodded. She gave me a quick smile and left. I shut my eyes and fell asleep. 

I woke up in the middle of the night. I closed my eyes and waited to fall asleep. 

After I while I grew impatient and climbed out of bed. I walked to Harry's room. He was still asleep. There was a few cards added to the table next to him. I pulled a chair next to his bed and held his hand. 

I woke up to bright daylight and I was asleep on his arm. My hand still in his. I sat up and looked at him. Still nothing.

A nurse walked in. 

"Ah, your awake." She said smiling at me and left again. She must have allowed me to stay in here. I looked at Harry, he still looked peaceful. I sighed. When will he ever wake up? 

His eyes fluttered open slowly and he looked at me. I smiled. 

"You're OK?" He asked and I nodded. 

"Thank you." I murmured shyly. 

"It's no problem. Somehow I heard you say thanks yesterday." Harry mumbled weakly. He looked at his hand and saw I was holding it. Then he looked up at me. 

"I, have a girlfriend." He muttered. I let go quickly and looked down. 

"Sorry." I mumbled. Not removing my eyes from my feet. 


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