Rescue Me From Myself

Chapter Two

(A/N: HEYYYYY. I just had the longest weekend ever with second shift of work all piled on top, and let me tell you, it sucked. But anywhoooo, I INTRODUCED HARRY. He is such a cutie pie, and BSE??? Marcel is my soulmate. Can't wait for the video tomorrow. SOO, if you liked, vote, comment, anything you want, I work really hard on this, and hope you guys like :) I will be updating soon!! Love you guys <3)

The next morning I woke up around 10:00 AM. The nightmare from the night before just couldn't get out of my head, and I wound up moping around the house for the next couple of hours just doing nothing. Finally, just before dinner time, I found myself getting dressed and wanting to leave the house for a bit. I was hungry too, maybe some good food could cheer me up a little.

“What to wear, what to wear...” I said to myself as I flipped through my closet trying to find a nice outfit. I finally decided on my favorite pair of jeans and a tank top and a pair of flip flops, perfect outfit for an August evening. I scooped up my purse on the way out of the door and locked up my apartment and hit the streets of London to my favorite cafe. I began to think on the scenic route to the cafe.

I moved to London when I was 16 years old with my sister after my parents died in a bad car accident on Christmas Eve. Jillian, my 20 year old sister, took care of me. We lived together for the first 3 months, until one day Jillian came home from the doctor's office and she sat me down. I knew something was wrong. She told me had terminal cancer, and the doctor said she didn't have long to live, it was too late to do anything. I was devastated, I couldn't even think straight at that moment to react.

But I pulled myself together and stayed strong for my sister, she needed me now more than ever. I drove her back and forth to check ups, chemo, and radiation, and about 2 months into the treatments, I couldn't even recognize her. She had to stay in the hospital permanently when she began to get really bad. She was like a skeleton, skin draped over bones, her beautiful chestnut brown hair was gone, her eyebrows were gone, and her eyes were lifeless, only flickering a bit when I walked into the hospital room.

The last night she was alive, I wish I were dead because I would rather be dead than see her suffer like that. She told me she loved me, and she said everything I needed was in her bedroom underneath her bed. Her last words were for me not to worry about her, she was fine, and then she passed away. It was 4:02 AM on May 3rd. When I got home after the mortician came to get the body, I looked under her bed and found a shoe box full of...just everything. Bank cards, credit cards, lease to the apartment, instructions about everything and anything I needed to know. I found out the amount of money our parents had left us and almost passed out.

I was set for life, but for a life I didn't want to live. I cried all night, and for the next week I did nothing but cry. I just watched the last member of my family die, a long, agonizing death, and I couldn't get her out of my head.

Thing brightened up though. At Jillian's funeral, I met Tyler. He was one of her friends from work, and we hit it off immediately. We were going out for two years until...well, yeah. You know the story. I'm a 19 year old train wreck, and it doesn't look like things are brightening up.

I turned the corner on the boulevard, and I stepped into Tilly's. This was my favorite cafe in London, and anyone who knew the real me knew why. Tilly's is just eclectic. There are birdcages and butterflies and classic novels everywhere your eyes wander. The wood paneling and classic artwork and mood lighting really make the place feel like home. The seats are comfortable and cozy, and the arm chairs are the perfect spot for enjoying a cup of tea and a book. I'm just a simple person, and this cafe is my home away from home, a place that makes me feel better after a rough night.

I walk to the counter expecting to see the regular girl, Bailey, who knows my order like the back of her hand, but I sit down on the stool and what happens next was in slow motion in my eyes.

He turned around, and my jaw could have hit the floor. He was gorgeous. The first thing I noticed was the shock of green eyes, then the curly, voluminous chocolatey brown curls sitting on his perfect head. His jaw line was chiseled, and I could see tattoos poking out from the white t-shirt he was wearing, and he had a chain with a cross resting on his chest. I swear if I didn't close my mouth I was going to drool on the counter.

“Good afternoon, what can I get for you today?” the gorgeous mystery man asked. His voice was like velvet, and suddenly I felt really self conscious. I was most definitely out of his league.

“Good afternoon, um...I guess I'll just have an Earl Grey tea, black, one sugar.” I responded, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. God damn why was I so shy all of a sudden.

“Sure thing.” he smiled and turned around to the kettle. I leaned over the counter and saw he was wearing tight black jeans, and he had a rocking body. I leaned back quickly so he wouldn't catch me looking and thumbed through a brochure in front of me. I saw a pair of large hands place down my cup of steaming hot tea. I looked up and his green eyes were staring intently at me as I pulled out the money to pay.

“Please, it's on the house.” he smiled, and I was confused.

“What?” I asked. I never got anything on the house before.

“You look like you had a tough day, that's all.” he replied. His voice was like a lullaby and I could get used to falling asleep to it.

“I'm Elizabeth, are you new here? I've never seen you around and I practically live here.” I said, then laughed. God I sound so stupid.

“I actually am new here. Just started a few days ago.” he said as he wiped down the counter. His muscles in his arms were flexing and I caught myself staring once again.

“Well, I'll see you around then...um” I started but I realize I never even asked for his name.

“It's Harry. And I'm sure I'll be seeing you around too Elizabeth, I'm sure of it.” he winked as he walked into the back room. I swear I saw him grin, but I couldn't be too sure. I was sure I wasn't the type of person he normally went out with. I grabbed my to-go cup and as soon as I stepped back outside and turned the corner, I saw he wrote down his number on my cup, with a smiley face. I had to keep myself from grinning because this wasn't happening. I never got guys numbers, no guy has even noticed me since Tyler left.

Suddenly, I started to feel self conscious again. Maybe I shouldn't have worn that tank top, it was a bit old. And those jeans were starting to fade, and would it have killed me to put on my new sandals. I literally put myself down the entire way home, and I was honestly used to it. I had no one else to look out for me, I was by myself and someone had to keep me in check, even if it meant being little cruel to myself. I knew it was for the best, and if I wanted to stay sane, I had to be a little mean.

I took the elevator back up to my flat and unlocked the door and put down the cup of tea. I added his number to my contacts and put my phone down to charge. Now, when should I text him. I didn't want to seem desperate, but I didn't want to make him feel like I wasn't interested, because I definitely was. It was just...I had trust issues. And boy issues. I am just an emotional wreck right now and I'm not sure if that's what Harry wants. Ugh, why is this so hard?!

I started to pick up the flat, trying to keep my mind off Harry and his insanely beautiful eyes. How was I ever going to get him out of mind?