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?


7. Chapter 7

I woke up the next morning in Harry’s arms, in my new room.

“Good morning beautiful,” He said, as if sensing that I was awake.

“I’m not beautiful,” I replied.

“Yes you are,” he said, getting up and stretching. I ignored what he said, and started searching through my drawers for something to wear.

“These clothes all belong to your sister, what am I supposed to wear?” I asked.

“You can wear anything in there, think of them as yours.”

“But… this stuff is girly!”

“Aw, I think you’ll look cute in girly stuff.”


I found a white dress with little black roses in vertical lines going all the way down the dress. Without thinking, I took off my long-sleeved shirt. I don’t care if Harry sees me in my bra; I just don’t want him to see my wrists.

“Woah, taking it a little fast are we? I’m cool with that,” he said, startling me. I turned around, and his eyes trailed up and down my body.

“I honestly don’t care if you see my bra, it’s still covering stuff up,” I said, crossing my arms, trying to cover my wrists.

“Wait, what’s that?” he asked, getting up from the bed.

“Nothing,” I said, but he forced my arms to uncross, turning them over to see my scar-covered wrists.

“Wha- Why would you do this?” he asked, looking deeply into my eyes as they began to fill with tears.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I replied, trying to turn away from him.

“Well I do,” Harry said, forcing me to stay put.

“My life sucks ok? It relieves stress,” I say, and Harry lets go of me, his head hanging down.

I slip the dress over my shorts and bra, then track down a pink, button-up sweater to cover my scars.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper when I walk back to Harry, who is still standing there.

“Don’t apologize, just promise me that you’ll stop,” he said, looking into my eyes.

“Now that I have a reason to, I promise,” I said, and leaned closer to him.

He closed the distance between us, and we kissed softly. He pulled away, and smirked.

“I’m gonna go get dressed,” he said, and left the room.

I went down to the kitchen, and made a piece of toast. Harry soon came down, and we soon left for school.

~skip to gym class~

Crap, I have gym next! What if they notice my scar when I’m changing? What if they make fun of me and tell everyone?! They already know that I cut, thank god everyone agreed not to tell anyone if any of us cut.

I think that gym class is the only place where people are actually sort of nice to me. The only thing is, once we leave that class, its like everyone hates me again. There's no way they will keep my scar a secret. Regardless, I started getting changed into my gym uniform.

"Alexis, is that a scar on your shoulder?" Laney asked.

"Uh, no it's a... birthmark," I quickly made up.

"Ok, I'm not stupid enough to think that it's a birthmark," she replied.

"Why were you looking at me when I took off my shirt anyways?" I said, putting my uniform shirt on.

"I wasn't, but that giant, ugly scar is noticeable from a mile away," she shot back.

"Whatever," I said, and finished changing.

~skip to after school~

I walked to my locker, and put my books into my bag. I walked to the parking lot, and was stopped by a group of guys on my way to Harry's car. Does everyone here travel in packs?

"We heard about your scar and wanted to see it," says one of the biggest guys in the group, stepping forward.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, backing away a bit.

"Oh, come on, we know that it's on your shoulder too, which is covered up by that sweater, I guess I could fix that," he said, taking a hold of the pink sweater that I wore, and ripping it off my arm.

"There it is, but I can't see it very well, lets show a little more skin," he said after my scar had been uncovered. He reached for the strap of my dress, but I slapped his hand away.

"Get away from me," I said, backing up more.

"I don't have to if I don't want to," he said, stepping forward, dangerously close to me.

He took hold of my arm, so that I couldn't get away, and snaked his hand around me, finding the zipper of my dress, and playing with it.

"Somebody help me!" I screeched, and for some reason, nobody seemed to be outside at the moment.

While this guy was in the middle of zipping down my dress, while I was crying and struggling to get away, I heard someone shout from behind me.

"GET AWAY FROM HER OR I WILL MESS UP YOUR FACE!!!" it was Harry. Thank. God.

He zipped up my dress, and backed away.

"Chill out, bro, I was just messing around," he said.

"Fuck off, bro, before you have to leave in an ambulance," Harry said, now standing in front of me protectively. They ran away, and Harry turned to me.

"Hey, are you ok?" he asked, pulling me into a hug.

"Let's just go home," I respond, hugging him back.

He snaked his hand around my waste, and we walked back to his car.

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