Save Me ~ A Harry Styles Fan-Fic ~

Chapter 1

> Harry's POV <

After a while of debating, we decided to call the number the mother had left us.

After three rings a frail, raspy voice answered, "Hello?"

"Hello. This is Harry... Is Kaitlin there?" I spoke nervously.

She paused for a second. "Hello?" I asked.

"Are- are you from that band Kaitlin adores?"

"One Direction?"

"Ah. Yes, you have no idea how much this would mean to me," I heard the woman sniffle. She was crying. "I just haven't seen Kaitlin smile since I was diagnosed... I don't want to remember her being unhappy because of me when I pass..."

"My bandmates and I were very touched when we read your letter, and we wanted to know if we could surprise her... By dropping by? We really aren't that far."

The woman gasped. "Would you really do that for my little girl?"

"Of course ma'am."

She paused and laughed for a moment. "Silly chemo brain... I'm always forgetting things, call me Mrs. Thomas."

"When would you like us to come over?"

"Anytime tomorrow, dear. Goodbye now." And with that she hung up.

I sighed and looked up at the boys, whose facial expressions screamed, "What did she say??!!!!!"

"Well lads. It looks like we'll drop by tomorrow morning."

The Next Day

> Kaitlin's POV <

I woke up to knocking on the door. I groaned before yelling, "WAIT JUST A SECOND!" I changed into some skinny jeans and a baggy Rolling Stones shirt and figured my messy bun looked presentable enough.

I walked out after stealing a glance at the clock. 9:56 am. Who the hell was waking me up this early?

I threw the door open to see a well muscled man. "Who the fuck do you think you are, waking me up this early?!"

He just stared at me for a moment before replying, "Are you Kaitlin Thomas?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Just tell me who the hell you are."

The man rolled his eyes, "I'm Paul. And why don't you come outside?"

"Hold the fuck up and let me get some damn shoes," I said.

I went in my room for a second to slip on some sandals and ran to the closet to grab our small gun. I know what you're probably thinking, "WHY DO YOU NEED A DAMN GUN?!" Well. I can never be sure. I mean a stranger is asking me to come outside of the safety of my home.

Since the gun was very tiny, I slipped it in my back pocket and walked back to the door.

"So you are Kaitlin Thomas?" Paul asked again.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Well, yeah."

"Come with me."

I groaned and followed him outside to see a black van and tinted windows. Well this just screamed "Kiddnaping!!!" I just sighed.

"Are you ready?" Paul asked me.

"Ready for what?! What the hell are you gonna do? Are you a fucking kidnapper?! Are you gonna kidnap me?!!! No, no, no, you're a murderer?! Aren't you!" Paul ignored my screaming and yelling and opened the van door.

"Oh so now what are you gonna do?!" I yelled "Are you gonna-" I was cut off by the five boys sitting in the van. My jaw dropped.

> Harry's POV <