Save Me (A Liam Payne Fan Fiction)

Bullying. A lot of people have been through it. Including 17 year-old Chelsea Andrews. In fact, she goes through it everyday of her life. She's constantly called names, shoved into lockers, punched in the stomach, and so many more things that make her life a living Hell. All these things drive her to depression. She always self-harms, no matter how much her best- and only- friend Alexa tells her not to. The bullying finally gets to Chelsea and she's ready to just leave everything behind. Until she meets him. Liam Payne, the most popular guy in school. Liam sees some guys messing with Chelsea and he stands up for her. They start to hang out and eventually become good friends, getting closer with each passing second. But what happens when they start to catch feelings for each other? They face pain they never thought they would have to go through. Will Liam be able to save Chelsea from everyone around her, or more importantly, from herself?


9. Chapter Nine

"Hey," I was greeted by the soft voice of my best friend Alexa as I twisted the lock on my locker. My last class had just ended and, in place of Liam, Lexi had offered to walk me home. Her bright, blinding smile slowly turned into a small frown when I didn't respond to her. She snapped her newly manicured fingers in front of my face trying to grab my attention, assuming I was lost in my own thoughts. I looked back at her almost instantly when I heard the loud 'snap!' echo by my ear. Concern was clear on her face. "You alright?" she asked me. I shut my locker as I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied softly, as if she should have known how I felt. "Just a little tired." It wasn't long before Alexa noticed the small bruise on my cheek and the cut on my lip.

"Oh my god! What happened?" She sounded both worried and angry.

"Nothing," I said as I started walking, Lexi following close behind. "I just bumped into Zayn earlier."

"He did this?"

"Yeah but he only got my face," I lied. "It's fine."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Positive." I couldn't stop lying to her. She eventually gave up and just changed the subject.

As we walked to my house, Alexa went on about some new guy in her French class that she has a crush on. I nodded every few words, as if I was paying attention to what she was saying. I wanted to listen to her, but I just couldn't stop thinking about what had happened just a few hours earlier. I couldn't stop thinking of Zayn pushing me against the lockers, of Michael jabbing my stomach with his boot, of Ashton saying the most disgusting things to me, of my blade gliding against my skin..

"Chelsea!" I was interrupted by Alexa shouting my name in my face. I felt myself being pulled back into reality as I looked into her glaring eyes. "Are you even listening to me?" she asked flatly.

"Yeah, sorry I-" I was cut off by her grabbing my wrist and parting her lips in shock. "Lexi, I-"

"You've been hurting yourself again?!" I looked down with a small whimper. "You promised me you'd flush your blade!" I opened my mouth to talk but was quickly cut off by Alexa angrily shouting at me, saying I couldn't keep doing this and that I was only making things worse. "Why would you do this? Why would you lie to me?" I could tell she was holding back tears.

"Alexa, I'm sorry," I forced out. "But Zayn-"

"I know, Chelsea. He hurt you. I know what he does. But if he hurt you, why would you think the solution was to hurt yourself even more?" I honestly couldn't answer her. I knew that any answer I gave her would just be shot down by her saying I needed help. All I could do was look at her, whimper out a small "You don't understand," and run the next few blocks to my house, leaving her to stand alone on the cracked pavement.

It wasn't long before I reached my house and walked inside. As usual, I was greeted by Cher slouching on the couch in front of the TV. She was so into whatever dumb show she was watching that she didn't even notice me walk past her to the stairs. I walked into my room and threw my bag on the bed, falling back onto the soft, violet blankets soon after. For a while, all I could do was lie there and stare at the ceiling. Not much time passed before I felt my phone vibrate next to me. I picked it up and was greeted by a screen full of texts from Liam.

Liam: Hey.

Liam: How was school? Did I miss anything?

Liam: U there?

Liam: Ur kinda scaring me, C

Liam: Chelsea??

I swiped the screen to unlock the phone before texting back. I didn't want to worry him or make him feel bad for not being there, so I lied.

Me: Yeah I'm here. You didn't really miss anything.

Liam: I find that hard to believe.

Me: Well some kid threw up in gym

Me: I think his name was Niall or something

Liam: Ha. Wish I was there.

Me: Yeah, me too

Me: Liam, I gotta go. I got a shit ton of homework

Liam: Alright, love. I'll talk to u l8r

I put my phone down before I sat up and grabbed some worn out folders and textbooks from my bag. I just sat there for a while, feeling a little guilty for lying to Liam. After a while, I opened my Maths folder and textbook and got to work.

I couldn't get any good sleep that night. Every move I made brought more and more pain to my bruised and battered body. Eventually I just gave up and stared at the ceiling, something I find myself doing almost every day and night. After a few hours, it felt almost impossible to keep my eyes open and I let myself fall asleep.

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