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?

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1. Chapter One

"Get up, Andrews," I heard the harsh voice say.

"No," I reply. I was in the middle of getting beat up for the fourth time this week.

"I said get up!" the boy shouted. His name was Zayn. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me up, only to be pushed back on the cold hallway floor. He kicked me a few times before he was interrupted by the sound of the bell, indicating we'll be late for class.

"Damn it," Zayn spoke under his breath. He started walking to class, but quickly turned to me. "We're not done here, Andrews." And with that, he left.

I slowly stood up, feeling pain in my stomach with just the smallest movements. I quickly gathered my books and started to head to math class. When I got there I opened the door, interrupting my teacher from whatever it is he was telling the class. He looked up from his desk, peering at me through his glasses.

"You're late again, Miss Andrews," he told me, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," I replied.

"That's the seventh time this month," he said back, the annoyance still showing through. "Take a seat and take out your homework."

Shit.

"M-my homework?" I choke out.

"You did do last night's homework, didn't you?"

"I-uh.." I had completely forgotten about my homework assignment. I could hear whispers and quiet laughing throughout the room as everyone looked at me.

"Chelsea, I have had enough of you not taking this class seriously," he snapped at me. "Go down to the principal's office. Now." He pointed towards the door with his left hand, using the other to fish a hall pass out of his desk. I walked over to him to grab my pass and then walked out the door.

There was no way I was going to that office. I would just get lectured on things that aren't my fault. I crumpled up the pass and threw it into the garbage can as I headed for the bathroom.

When I got to the bathroom I checked to make sure no one else was in there. When the coast was clear, I pulled off my t-shirt in front of the mirror, needing to check if Zayn left any bruises. There were at least six purple marks on my stomach. I ran my fingers over them, wincing at the pain. I quickly pulled my shirt back over my head as I felt a few tears pricking at my eyes. I ran into one of the small stalls and sat down. I was stressed and needed to relieve it the only way I knew how. I reached into my shoulder bag and pulled out my razor. I clenched my fist and slowly slid the cold blade across my wrist, watching as drops of blood appeared. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore and let them stream down my face.

I put the razor back in my bag and stood up. I walked to the sink to wash my cuts. 'Better prepare for another lecture from Alexa about doing this to myself,' I thought.

I went back in the stall and stayed there until the final bell rang to go home. There was no way I was risking another beating from Zayn. I waited about ten minutes after the bell rang to make sure no one was outside. After the wait, I quickly grabbed my backpack from my locker and left the Hell I'm forced to call school.

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