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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5. Chapter 5

A.N.

I dedicate this chapter to my bestest friend ever, KERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s also in my first movella Give Me Hope WHICH YOU SHOULD READ! Anyways, enjoy the chapter lovelies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I wake up in Harry’s arms, and it just feels so right. I want to stay here forever. I slowly flip around, so that I’m facing Harry. His face looks so peaceful, and beautiful. His curly hair is placed just right, and I remember his gorgeous green eyes. And I guess there aren’t words to describe what I’m feeling about him right now.

Then, his eyes flutter open, and I immediately close mine, so he doesn’t know that I was staring at him. I feel him brush my hair out of my face, and the couch shifts as he pulls me closer to him, my face buried in his chest. I smile against him, and I guess he feels it, because he asks: “are you awake?”

“Maybe,” I mumble.

“Should we get up?” Harry asks.

“No, your house is really cold, but you’re really warm,” I say, burying my face deeper into his chest.

“Aw, thanks.”

“Yeah well, I don’t like cold houses.”

“Too bad for you.”

He pushes my off the couch.

“Ugh, why would you do that?!” I ask in surprise.

“Because my arm was falling asleep.”

I got up, and saw that Harry had rolled onto his stomach. I laid on my back on top of him.

“Get off of me,” he groaned.

I rolled off of him. He picked himself up, and hovered over me, and for a split second, his soft lips connected with mine, as he got off the couch. {A.N. asdfghjkl} I felt a little spark between us when he did that, and I played it over and over again in my head, until Harry snapped me back to reality.

“What do you want for breakfast?” his sweet voice asked.

Wait. Am I really fangirling over Harry? He’s my best friend, always has been, not my boyfriend.

“Al? Al?

“What? Oh, whatever you can make is fine.”

“Well, I make a mean pancake.”

“You can make pancakes?”

“What, you can’t?”

“Nope.”

“Then I’ll teach you.”

Harry told me all the ingredients to the pancakes, and I had to track all of them down. We poured all of them into a bowl, and Harry stirred. I poked the batter, and put it to my tongue.

“Ew, this tastes weird,” I say, making a face.

“That’s because we haven’t cooked it yet silly,” Harry said, putting a finger-full of batter on my nose.

“Hey!”

I put a glob of batter on his cheek.

“Oh it is on!” he said, and dipped his hand in the batter, slathering it over my face.

I grabbed a fistful, and wiped it all down his shirt. Then an all-out war began.

We were throwing fistfuls of batter at each other from across the kitchen.

“Wait, WAIT! We’re going to have to pick this up, plus we are wasting perfectly good pancake mix!” I shouted after a few minutes of being covered in pancake mix.

“Oh my god you’re right,” Harry said, looking at the bowl.

“There’s only enough for two now,’ I say.

We poured the batter into the pan, and after a few minutes, they were ready to eat.

Harry and I covered our pancakes with butter, syrup, and chocolate chips; making each other even more messy in the process.

“Mm, do you want to watch some television?” Harry mumbled through a mouthful of pancake.

“Yes, and chew your food,” I giggled as he picked up the remote and turned on the tv.

Doctor Who was on, and I slapped the remote out of Harry’s hand when he tried to change the channel.

“What was that for?!” he asked in surprise.

“What is wrong with you? Doctor Who is on, and you tried to change the channel!!” I said.

“So?? I-” Harry started, but I covered his face with my hand and said: “hush child, and watch the show that will change your life.”

We watched the entire episode through, eventually ending up on the couch, while I cried once again. This was the episode where the Doctor had to erase Dona’s memories of him because her head was too overloaded with smarts because she touched his hand that had been cut off while he was still in regenerating mode so he still had a hand. It’s complicated.

“You were right, my life has been changed; can we watch another episode?” Harry asked as the credits came up.

“Do you have Netflix?”

“Yup.”

“Let’s go to the grocery store.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to need a lot of junk food and ice cream if we are going to have a Doctor Who marathon.” I said, and with that, we drove to the store.

After about five minutes of singing along to the radio, we arrived at the grocery store. I pushed the cart, as Harry loaded it with as much junk food as possible. I am definitely going to have to go to the gym after this.

We got to the checkout line, and the cashier looked at us as if we were insane as he scanned our food. When he was done, Harry scanned a credit card, and we were on our way.

We loaded the food into the back of Harry’s car, and turned on the radio. All of a sudden, my song came on. Well, it’s not exactly mine, but I like to think it is.

“TURN IT UP!!!!!” I practically screamed as I tried to figure out the buttons on his car.

“Ok, chill out,” Harry replied as he pumped the music louder.

Are You Gonna Be My Girl

Go!!

So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.

Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
when you look like that, do ya honey.

Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.

Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?

Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.

Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
with a face like that, do ya.

Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.

Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?

Oh yea. Oh yea. C'mon!
I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
Uh, be my girl.
Be my girl.
Are you gonna be my girl?! Yea



“What is your deal with that song?” Harry asked after I shouted all the lyrics while dancing like an idiot in my seat.

“That song has been my favourite for years. I remember when I was little; I actually had big black boots and long brown hair, until my feet grew and I dyed my hair dark red. I used to put on my boots and dance around with my dad whenever it came on the radio,” I said, smiling at the memory.

“That’s really awesome,” Harry said, snapping me back to reality.

“Yeah, I miss those days. When I didn’t have to worry about how I looked, or what people thought of me. I remember when I didn’t have to be scared to come home, and I actually had friends,” I said, and felt a tear escape my eye.

We pulled up the driveway, and Harry turned to look at me.

“Hey, don’t cry, it’s ok,” he said, wiping away my tears and hugging me.

We got out of the car and carried the junk food upstairs and into Harry’s room, where there was a large tv with an Xbox 360 sitting next to it.

“Let’s put the ice cream in here,” Harry said, opening up a mini fridge next to his bed.

“You have the coolest room ever,” I said as I unloaded all of the junk food, “except for the dirty underwear on your floor,” I added with a giggle.

“Sorry,” he said, turning bright red as he picked up the clothing and threw it into a hamper.

Soon, Harry and I were sitting in bed, surrounded by junk food, getting ready to start the first Doctor Who episode with the 9th Doctor.

“Get ready for a ton of Wibley-Wobley, Timy-Wimy, Stuff!!” I said, and pressed play.

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