Love me, please?

Chapter 1

The laughs rung in my ear as I walked down the hallway, fingers were pointing only to me.

I felt alone in a room full of people. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door as tears fell for my eyes, to my cheeks. My makeup smudged everywhere as i wiped the tears away. I came out of the bathroom stall and fixed the makeup and put a fake smile on my face, as I walked back into the hallway of hell.

After the bell from last period rang, I walked alone in the rain as the cool water rubbed against my face. I put my headphones into my ears as I turned the music up to full blast, so I coulden't hear any sounds coming from this world I live in. As the wind grew colder and the water pored, my skin began to shiver. I started to run. I felt free, my music in my ears and rush of adrenaline threw my veins. As I arrived home, I opened the door to see my mom on the couch. Only this time, she wasen't alone. She had brought home a guy she must have partied with in the clubs she went to. I walked in feeling invisible, because she still haden't noticed I was home. She was too busy making-out, with yet another guy.She has been dating since my dad died when I was 9. She thinks it was harder on her than it was on me, that's were shes wrong.Although, she's been a mess, and needs someone. Only she's doing it all wrong.

I went up to my room and shut the door loudly. I layed on my bed as the music was still blaring in my ears. It was the only time of day i felt safe. Like nobody could hurt me. I felt good for a change. I got up off of my bed and sat on my slouchy bean-bag chair. I grabbed a book, a pencil and some paper and began to draw. It was something I could do that made my imagination go wild, I felt like it was my choice of what was going to be on this thin, white piece of parchment. It was the only way I could express my self.

As the pencil glided against the paper my drawing was all I was focused on. I drew and I drew until i was done. I had drawn a picture of a girl and guy having a romantic kiss under a light in the street on a warm rainy day.All I ever wanted was to be loved by someone I love just as much.I felt like I was wasn't essential to the world, I felt mostly alone. As much as I loved drawing. When I was younger I played piano. I was known to be very good, but when my dad past away. I stopped playing. Mostly because my mom sold my piano so she could buy beer. I haven't played since. I wish I could here the sound of the keys creating a melody as I touch them.

My daydreaming ended as my mom barged into my room.Before I had the chance to react to anything, her hand had hit my face. Hard.

-How dare you. My mom yelled across my small room.

I was still in shock over her hitting me as my cheek throbbed with pain.

-You ruined my make out session with that guy, he asked who you were.

-Sorry, and that guy? You don't even know his name?

-Did you just, you're going to regret saying that.She yelled as her voiced pierced my ears

-I'm sorry I ruined your.,you're 'session'.

-You better be.

As she walked away and slammed my door closed once again. I sat down as my cheek was now red with a hand print. I layed down in my bed as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

When a blonde boy started to walk towards me, I panicked. I wasen't used to guys approaching me in any positive way. As he knelt down i got scared as his soft voice began to speak. 'Are you okay?' I didn't know what he was talking about. As my head started to ache I rubbed my hand against my head as I felt a patch of blood. What happened? He helped me up and just as i reached my feet, I passed out into his arms. As I woke up into reality.

Today was New Years Eve. I know you're probably thinking, you're not popular. Why should you be exited? Well, I'm going to dress up and go to town square. Crazy right? As I walked towards the bathroom I glanced into the mirror to find my cheek had been healed. I took a quick shower and got out of the house. I was in desperate need of new clothes. I had taken money from my moms beer savings. Time for some cute clothes.

I dropped by the mall to find something decent for  later on tonight. While I was leading my was towards one of the stores I happened to bump into Stacey Miller and her gang,The Populars.

She started walking straight at me, and that was never good. What are you doing here loser? She spoke in a nasty tone of voice. Here for clothes? Why bother, nobody's interested anyway. She said not even trying to be nice.

Since you're not awnsering whhy not you come with us. She grabbed my arm and tugged me into a janitors closet. Her fists flew into my face as for my stomach. I could feel the pain getting worse as she hit me. Once she was satisfied with the amount of damage she had done to me she left me here. I was finally alone.

I got up and walked to the door for it only to be locked. As I hit the door and yelled for help nothing happened. I just layed on the ground not being able to breath much in this small closet that had intoxicated cleaning supplies

I needed help, if only someone could hear . As I heard the door handle move I heard a loud thud as everything went black.

As I awaken, I am in a very small room. The same room I had passed out in. I could see another person sitting right in front of me. He had dark curly brown hair and emerald green eyes. As he came closer i panicked.

-OH my what are you doing? What am I doing here? Who are you? Why are you here? I wondered as all my questions spilled.

-Wow! So many questions, hmm.. Well, I'm tyring to help you. You are here because your hurt and as you were yelling for help when I opened the door and I hit your head. I am so very sorry for that. I'm Harry, Harry Styles and uhm, Im here because I caused some of it. Does that answer all your questions? He replied with his deep raspy voice. He also had an accent,

a British one.

-Yeah. I said calmly as his eyes trailed down my body.

-Why are you in this situation anyway? He asked as his eyes showed pity.

I had never liked anyone who pitied me.

-Why do you say it like that. I hate when people pity me. I said with a firm voice.

-I'm sorry, its just you're so beautiful and you shoulden't be treated like that. He replied with care in his voice

-Oh, Uh mm thank you. I replied as I smiled and continued. Well, I'm obviously not the most popular girl around. These girls at my school they think they're better than everyone, and well since I'm not the most liked person neither am i the most pretty or skinny or anything you need to be popular. They pick on me mostly. I bumped into them and well ,they beat me up is what they did. I'm sorry if I'm boring you with my drama. I said as i slipped out a small laugh.