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.


11. Lift?


It's been three days since we went in the river with Niall and Harry and I hadn't seen either of them since. I'm beginning to accept that they're not coming back. Iva complains all the time, saying how she 'Misses her Hazza' and to be honest, I miss Niall.

Shut up. You're just going to make it worse.

I sigh as I draw a pattern in the sand. I'm sitting on the beach and the sun has just risen. It warms my back even though its very early. My tattered vest-top provides little protection from the merciless sun. I stand up, brushing the sand from my shorts and I begin to walk aimlessly down the streets. The posh and well-dressed business men and woman give me dirty looks and some sneer at my clothing and bare feet. I don't care though. I don't live to please them. I pass by one of the many tall tower blocks that house apartments of the rich. I cast a curious glance inside and I press my face up against the cool glass to get a closer look. I peer inside and gasp. Spotless marble floors shine in the daylight, a large and beautiful antique chandelier hangs from the ceiling and a white grand piano sits in the middle of the foyer.

“Are you alright, love?” A boy asks me and I pull away sharply from the window, embarrased.

“Sorry...” I stutter, looking down.

“I was just... I didn't mean to...” I go to turn away but a voice grabs my attention.

“Louis!” A second boy exclaims. I take him in, with brown hair and a blonde streak running through it he looks like he belongs on a magazine.

“Have you seen Niall?” He asks the first boy, shooting me a weird glance.

“Yeah, I think he's in his room. Why?” The boy wearing a striped t-shirt asks.

“Harry was asking,” He shrugs before turning his attention to me.

“You alright, babe?” He asks me and I nod.

“What's your name?”

“Lia.” I say, wondering why he's bothering to talk to me. I draw my eyebrows together as his eyes wide out in surprise.

You're Lia?” He asks and the striped t-shirt boy gapes too.

“Yes...” I say indifferently.

“Zayn!” A familiar English accent calls.

“Harry,” The boy waves him over. Harry comes out of the tower block glass doors, a phone pressed to his ear.

“Right, yep. Got to go now, bye.” He says, cutting the phone off.

“Lia!” He exclaims when he sees me. He bustles me in to a hug and his scent overpowers my nostrils.

“So this is Lia,” The striped t-shirt boy asks me, offering me his hand. I nod and he shakes my hand before pulling me in to a hug. I step back, gushing and he looks at Harry.

“No wonder Niall won't stop talking about-” He starts but Harry cuts him off with a sharp look.

“Talking about what?” I ask, turning to Harry.

“Nothing,” He dismisses it.

“I'm Zayn, by the way.” The second boy offers me his hand and a grin.

“Lia, short for Alexia.” I smile back, feeling at ease.

“Pretty name you've got there,” He notes.

“Lia, I’m Louis.” The striped t-shirt boy says and I nod.

“What are you all doing out here?” Another boy asks, coming out of the doors.

“Liam, this is Lia.” Louis smiles at me and I watch as Liam's eyes grow big like Zayn's did.

This is Lia?” He asks Harry.

“Like the Lia?” He repears and Harry nods, laughing.

“It's a pleasure to meet you.” He says, planting a kiss on my hand.

“Come on, Lia.” Harry puts an arm around my shoulder and begins to lead me into the tower block.

“Wait, no. Harry, I can't go in there!” I motion at the marble floors and beautiful chandelier.

“'Course you can love, you're with us.” Louis says, nudging me gently through the glass doors. The air-conditioning flows over my hot body, making my throat even dryer. I close my eyes and revel in the privilege of the artificial breeze.

“Through here,” Harry directs me to a pair of silver doors.

“What's that?” I scrunch my nose up at it as Liam hits the button at the very top. The button lights up and the doors open to reveal a small room filled with mirrors. My reflection stares back at me and I take in my large green eyes and long brown hair.

“It's a lift,” Louis explains as we step inside.

“A what?” I ask, looking around nervously as the doors close tight.

“It takes us upwards, like stairs. Except you don't have to walk anywhere.” Zayn chuckles at my expense as the room begins to move upwards.

“This is so strange,” I breath as I experience the strange feeling of moving without... well, moving. A 'ding' sounds through the mirrored room and the doors open to a whole different floor. I follow the boys out of the room and they stop outside of a white door. On the front of it, a poster with a logo printed on it in the shape of an arrow is stuck.

“Niall!” Zayn shouts out as we enter the room. I gasp as I take in my surroundings. A large open-planned living room with white spotless furniture and paintings hanging on the wall. A large plasma television hangs on the wall too and I run my fingers over the shiny surface as we wait for Niall. My heart hammers at the prospect of seeing him again. I thought I would never see him again. I thought he wouldn't want to see me again.

“What's wrong?” He asks, his mouth coming in to contact with a can of lemonade.

“Lia!” He exclaims, his can falling to the floor. He runs up to me and lifts me from the floor. I laugh as he spins me around.

“Niall,” Liam complains as he points to the floor.

“It's okay,” I say jumping down from Niall and grabbing a mop that I see balanced against one of the walls. I walk over and begin to mop it up.

“Lia,” Niall exclaims, snatching the mop from me.

“You don't need to clean up my mess! I'll do it!” He insists, smiling.

“Wow,” Zayn scoffs and I shot him a questioning look.

“I've never seen Niall act like this around a girl before, he's even mopping up.” Zayn laughs and Louis bites back a laugh too.

“My hair!” Zayn suddenly cries out as Niall flicks him with the wet mop. Harry explodes in to a fit of laughter as Zayn disappears in to another room, probably to find a mirror. I find myself chuckling too and Niall looks up at the sound of my laugh. 

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