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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3. Chapter 3

I walked into school today with my head held high, and a smile on my face. Yesterday had been the best day I’ve had in years; no one made fun of me, and my uncle was actually sober.

Then I remember that the parts for Les Miserables are up. I run to the theatre room, where there is a crowd of people gathered around the list of characters. Including Shawn and Harry. I force my way through the crowd, and look at the list. I got Eponine!! Harry got Jean Valjean{A.N. its pronounced: John Val John}, and Shawn got Marius!!! This is exactly like my love life.

I dispatch from the crowd, and find Harry leaning on the wall waiting for me.

“I got Eponine!!” I tell him.

“Yeah, and I got Jean Valjean,” he says, somewhat disappointed.

“Why are you sad? The entire story is based around you now!”

“I know, I just.. I wanted to be Marius.”

“Well suck it up and play the lead, come on, let’s go to class,” I laugh. We walk to our first periods, which are across the hallway from each other.

“See you later,” Harry says, and he pulls me into a bear hug, which he knows that I hate. I catch a glimpse of Shawn glaring at me before my face is shoved into Harry, so I actually hug back, because I can’t stand Shawn hating me.

“Harry… can’t… breath!” I say after a few seconds, and Harry lets go.

“Bye,” he says, smirking at me.

I walk into class, and take my seat in the back. The teacher begins the lesson, and once he turns around, a note is passed to me. Well there goes my good day.

I unfold the paper, and read it.

‘I bet you slept with the drama teacher for the part of Eponine. Slut.’ Of all the things they’ve said, slut just drives me over the edge. They don’t know my story. If they did, they might understand, but probably not.

I raise my hand. “Can I use the restroom?” I ask.

“Yeah sure,” the English teacher replies.

I run out of the room, and hear laughter erupt from the classroom, knowing that they finally found my weak spot.

I pull out my crappy little flip phone, and text Harry. He’s my rock and I need someone to cry on right now.

He gets to the bathroom where I am in record time.

“What happened? What did they do?” He asks when sees my bright red face.

I don’t answer, I just thrust the note at him, and he reads it.

“Why would this push you over the edge? This is nothing compared to other stuff they’ve said.”

“Harry don’t ask questions, I just need someone right now.”

“Alright, come here,” he says, with his arms outstretched. I lean on him, and start sobbing. The reason that this drove me over the edge is because that word reminds me of what my uncle does to me almost every night, and how I can’t do anything about it. And it reminds me of how my parents died, they were in the plane that caused 9/11. These people hate me for no reason, I didn’t even do anything to them! Then I think about how Shawn was glaring at me, and it makes me sob even harder.

“Do you want to skip today? We could go to that library you were talking about,” Harry suggests after I calm down. I nod my head, which is still buried in his chest, and he takes my hand and leads me out the door of the school.

“Let’s stop by my house first, I need a new shirt,” Harry says as we get in the car.

“Sorry about that,” I say.

“Its fine, but you have to tell me the reason that the note pushed you over the edge like that, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry like that,” he says, looking deep into my eyes.

“Fine, but not until we get to the library.”

“Ok.”

We drive to Harry’s house, and he puts on a new shirt, and I can’t help but catch a glimpse of his six pack. Now I really don’t get why he puts up with me.

We drive downtown, and I give him the directions to the library that I love so much. We walk in, and the little bell jingles. I walk up the stairs, and make my way the maze of books to my little corner in the back.

“You really weren’t kidding when you said how many books there are here,” Harry says, turning in a circle to see all the books.

“Yeah, I love it.”

“Ok, now you have to tell me why that note hurt you badly.”

“Fine, but you have to swear that you won’t tell anybody.”

“I swear.”

And I tell him. Everything. How my uncle hits me, and rapes me. How if I don’t get back on time, then he hits me more. How my parents died. Even how Shawn hates me, but I still can’t control my feelings for him.

I give Harry a second to take it all in. He sits down, and sit down next to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he asks after a few minutes of silence.

“Because I couldn’t tell anyone,” I reply.

“We need to report him to the police, then he will be gone. You can live with me, my mum won’t mind, she’ll take you in. You won’t ever see him again. Please,” Harry says, looking at me.

“No Harry, he’ll get out of jail eventually, then he will come for me. I know it.”

“I don’t care what you say, I’m calling the police, if he does get out, then we will go into the witness protection program.”

“Harry, just leave it be. Please.”

“Fine, but you should at least think about it.”

“Oh, that reminds me, I’m staying at your house for the weekend. He was finally sober yesterday, so he said I could, but I should probably leave a note, in case he forgets.”

“Fine.”

“I’m gonna get you a book so you can actually enjoy this library,” I said, and hopped of the couch, going straight to the section with my favorite books.

I picked out Les Miserables, something I knew Harry would like. I walked back to our spot, and sat next to Harry, putting my legs up on his lap and opening up the book.

We sat like that for hours. Once I finally put it down we were halfway the book.

“Come on, let’s go leave a note for my uncle,” I say, starting to get up, but Harry caught me, and pulled me back down.

“Wait, I don’t want to get up. Can we just stay like this forever?” he asks, looking at me with his puppy dog eyes.

“No, if we don’t leave that note before my uncle gets home then I will get in trouble,” I reply, getting up.

“Ugh, fine.”

I like our relationship. We act like we’re dating, but we aren’t, we are just really close friends. Harry and I are weird like that.

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