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?


9. Chapter 9

I walk into the school wearing my favorite dress from my new wardrobe. It was covered in flowers shaped by white lacey fabric. I wore a brown belt, since it was a little too big, and finished off the outfit with a jean jacket, keeping in touch with what I used to wear. Usually I only wear Gemma's girly clothes because there's nothing else to wear, but I genuinely feel good about myself in this outfit.

The day drags on, but I actually get a few compliments on my dress. I enter gym class, and walk across the gym to the girl's locker room. I change, and barely make it through PE, since we were running. About 10 minutes before class ends, a few girls persuade the teacher to let them take a shower. Everyone knows that their probably just going to wet their hair and talk, but no one says anything.

5 minutes later, the PE teacher releases us to get changed. I walk into the locker room to find bits of white fabric scattered around the room. I bent down and picked up a few pieces, wondering what it is they did. Then it hit me. I looked up to see one of the girls who left early holding a pair of scissors. Tears flooded my eyes. They cut up my dress.

"What are you crying about? Oh wait, was that your dress? Oops," she said, snickering.

"You bitch! That was the only thing that made me feel good about myself!! What the hell is wrong with you?! Who does that?" I practically screamed. Water filled my vision, and I felt hot tears streaming down my face.

I heard the teacher come in, and he started yelling at the girls, but they probably weren't listening.

"Can you bring Harry out to the gym? I need him to drive me home to get a change of clothes," I say, wiping away my tears. I'm glad he's in this class, so he got here quickly.

"They cut up my dress we have to go home and get me a new outfit," I explained as we walked out the door.

"Are you ok? I know that you really liked that dress," he said as we entered the parking lot.

"Yeah, it doesn't really matter, it was just a piece of clothing," I quickly lie, and we drive home.

When we get back to the house, I run up the stairs to my room, Harry tailing behind me. I pick out a shirt with long grey sleeves, a white body, and a black breast pocket, and then some mint green skinny jeans.

"Hey, maybe we should stay here," I say turning towards Harry.

"Uh, what would we do?" he asks, a smile on his face.

"I have something in mind," I say, biting my lip.

Harry comes closer to me, and snakes his arms around my waste, then closes the distance between us. We move to the bed, and Harry pulls the covers over us.

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