Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.


5. Guitar


“He said what's your name and where are you from,

I couldn't speak cause he made me lost...” I smile as I start the chorus, the melody becoming happier and faster.

“And he was my summer love,

you were mine and I was yours.

He was my summer love,

and nothing could come between us.” I drag out the last note and as I’m about to start the next verse, another guitar begins strumming from in the crowd. The small bunch of people step away and blonde boy steps out; guitar around his neck.

“She told me her name,

and where she was from.

She was so beautiful,

as her eyes met me.” He sings and I stare in disbelief. He stands beside me, winking before starting the chorus.

“And she was my summer love,” I join in and strum alongside him.

“He was mine,”

“And I was hers,” He replies, his voice smooth and lovely.

“He was my summer love,”

“And nothing could come between us.” We harmonise together and I strum the last chord as the crowd erupt in to applause. I blush once more and hand the guitar back to my Uncle.

“You have a beautiful voice,” The boy says, grinning impishly. His accent shifts through my memory and I freeze in fear. Those blue eyes.

“I have to...” I stutter, searching for Iva.

“Iva!” I exclaim and she turns to face me with a confused expression on her face. I grab her hand and sprint off down the street. Iva pulls on my hand and tries to turn me around. I groan and tell her no. I scan the streets and back towards Uncle Luiz's stall but the boy is no where to be seen. Iva decides to throw one of her strops then and she plonks herself down in the middle of the market place, crossing her arms over her tiny chest. She refuses to move and I groan again.

“What's wrong, cupcake?” A dark-haired boy asks as he spots Iva. He bends down to look at her but she still won't move.

“Lia won't take me back to Uncle Luiz and the boy with the funny accent.” She huffs, expressing her distaste in my decision.

“Who's the boy with the funny accent?” He asks and she looks behind her.

“Him!” She exclaims, pointing her thin arm back the way we came. To my distaste, the boy steps out from the crowds of people buzzing around the market place. His face lights up when he sees me and I look down at the floor. The dark-haired boy turns to look at me; one eyebrow raised.

“It's you...” He starts, his brown eyes wide.

“Harry!” The boy with the accent exclaims.

“Who's this then?” He asks, smiling down at Iva.

“I'm Iva, but everyone calls me Jelly.” She states, matter-of-factly.

“It's nice to meet you, Jelly.” The blue-eyed boy smiles impishly and my stomach fizzles.

“You're the boy with the funny accent,” She notes, giggling at him.

“Well, I’m Irish.” He confirms, turning to grin at me. I shake my head and march up to her, grabbing her arm.

“Come on, Iva. We're leaving.” I say simply, avoiding the boy's eyes.

“But I want to look at the market!” She whines, looking hopefully up at the Irish boy.

“No, Iva we have to-” I start but the brown haired boy cuts me off.

“We'll take you to see the market, darlin'.” He winks at her and she blushes, taking her hand I follow after them.

“I'm Niall,” The Irish boy says sweetly, coming up beside him. His guitar is still around his neck and he has to keep moving it out of the way to stop it from hitting people's heads as they walk past. I just grunt, keeping my eyes fixed on Iva and the brown haired boy.

“That's Harry,” He continues, nodding at the boy in-front.

“Great,” I mutter.

“What have I done?” He asks, plucking a riff on his guitar as we reach a quieter part of the market.

“Nothing,” I reply, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Look,” He stops and places a hand on my arm, causing me to stop too.

“I'm sorry about what happened last night,” He looks... guilty?

I was stealing something and you're apologising to me?” I exclaim, maybe a little too loudly.

“But Harry shouldn't have chased you like that, and he definitely shouldn't have tackled you to the ground either.” He strums a minor chord, looking uncomfortable.

“It's fine,” I sigh, absent-mindedly touching the bruise on the base of my back. Niall follows my hand and gasps as I let him move my fingers to reveal the bruis.

“He did this to you?” His eyes turn dark as he glares at the back of Harry's head. I nod and wince as his fingers softly trace the bruise. 

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