Please Save Me

Alexis is a 16 year old girl who not only is bullied at school, but is having MAJOR problems at home. Her best (and only) friend, Harry Styles, is the only one who sticks up for her. The only escapes she has from her life are drama class and a tiny library filled with books. Her drama class is doing the musical Les Miserables, and you should watch the movie if you haven't already. But what happens when she loses her memory in a gun accident and doesn't remember ever loving Harry?

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10. Chapter 10

I wake up in Harry's arms, and look at the clock. It's 2:30 pm. I have a while if Harry doesn't wake up.

I wiggle out of his hold, which proved to be difficult. Once I was free, I snuck to the bathroom and found the blade I had stashed in the back of my makeup drawer. I sat in the large bathtub, and dragged the blade across my wrist. I know that I promised Harry I wouldn't do this anymore, but I can't take it any more.

Everything that they have ever called me ran through my head.

Slut

Fat

Ugly

Bitch

And many more. The image of pieces of my dress scattered across the floor crossed my mind. Tears fell like raindrops as I dragged the blade across my arm once again. I gave myself one more time, then wiped the blood off my arm with a towel, and cleaned it out of the bath tub.

I shouldn't have done that. Harry might find out, and the play is coming up soon. To late now. I think I'll just try to cover it with foundation.

I walked over to the sink, and put my blade back in the makeup drawer. I walked back to my room, to find that Harry was still asleep. I nudged him, and he moaned.

"Wake up sleepy head," I said, then went to get dressed. I turned around to see Harry had only put on a pair of jeans, and I took his hand.

"Let's go watch tv," I said, dragging him down the stairs.

"Why is it so easy for you to wake up?" he asked as he practically tripped down the stairs.

"Why is it so hard for you to wake up?" I replied.

We reached the living room, and I turned on the television as I sat in Harry's lap. The news was on, and I was about to change the channel when I saw my dad's mug shot plastered on the screen.

"Last night, dangerous convict, Dan Mobley, escaped from prison last night. Police are investigating, but make sure you watch out for him," the news lady said.

"Oh my god, Harry he's back!" I said, then I began crying.

"It's okay, he won't find us, I promise," he said.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I said, getting up and walking towards the stairs.

"Al..." Harry warned, and got up to follow me.

I ran up the stairs, and locked myself in the bathroom before he could catch up to me. I ran to the makeup drawer and grabbed the blade. I sat in the bathtub, and dragged the knife across my arm. I could hear Harry knocking on the door.

"Alexis, let me in, stop this," he said, and I could hear the concern in his voice.

"Go away Harry!" I yelled, my voice cracking. I dragged the blade across my arm again, cutting a deeper wound.

"Alexis please, let me in, don't do this to yourself," he pleaded, but I just cut my self again.

I heard him walk away, and I realized that there were 2 doors to this bathroom, and one of them was unlocked. I was about to get up and lock it, when Harry came in. He looked at me, and I thought he was going to start yelling at me. I was sitting in a bathtub covered in blood and tears with 5 large cuts on my wrist, and I just gave him this pitiful look, expecting him to yell at me or hit me like my uncle did. Instead, he climbed in the tub with me, and carefully picked me up and sat me on his lap. I let him take the knife out of my hand as I sobbed and clung to him. He grabbed a towel hanging from the side of the tub, and lightly dabbed my arm.

"You promised me you wouldn't do this again," he said, a tear falling down his cheek.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to pull my arm away from him. He held it there, and kept wiping away the blood.

"Don't apologize, just please don't do it again," Harry said, then leaned closer to me.

"I only cut when I have a reason to," I replied, getting a little closer to him.

"Then I'll give you a reason not to cut," he says, and kissed me passionately.

I turned to face him better, my legs now straddling his lap. Harry dropped the towel, since the blood had been wiped up, and I ran my fingers through his hair. He wrapped his arms around my waste, and pulled me closer. He kissed me harder, and his hands trailed down to my arse.

"Lets do this in my music cave," he says, pulling away.

He picks me up bridal style, and carries me up to the attic.

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