Save Me (One Direction Fan-fiction)

Chapter 1

Prologue

Lily's POV

I feel the burn of the tequila in my throat as I tip back my my first shot. It electrifies my veins and raises the hairs on my arms. I need this I tell myself. I need to forget Charlie. Charlie, my first love, my first boyfriend my first everything. Water rims my eyes by just the thought of his strong build, dirty blonde hair that is waved just the right way and those eyes. Those deep brown eyes that I get lost in with just one glance. I didn't know until last week the secrets those eyes were keeping from me. Those familiar eyes that now belong to a stranger; someone I thought I knew. How could he do this to me? Why would he cheat on me after our four year relationship? How could I be so naïve? I knew someone that perfect would never want me. Stop I tell myself. He is nothing now and I need to move on.

I look around and take in the dark bar I'm sitting in. The room is hot from people dancing and the air is thick from the smell of liquor. Drunk men around me stare at my knee length navy blue dress but quickly turn away when I give them my "You better turn around or this drink is gonna be in your face" look. I carefully wipe my glassy eyes so I don't smear my stupid eyeliner that took me about fifteen minutes to put on and signal the bar tender to get me another shot.

This is so unlike me. I'm not your typical nineteen year old; I love reading and painting and I'm not very outgoing. I don't even know how I ended up here tonight. I don't drink and can't dance to save my life. I guess a broken heart can really change a girl. I take a final look at my phone see about six missed calls from Charlie. I'm not dealing with him. He can grovel all he wants but this will not be forgiven. I shut my phone down just as the bar tender places another shot in front of me. I'm going to get drunk and have fun tonight and he won't ruin it for me.

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

The lads and I pile out our plane happy to finally be in NYC. We have a concert tomorrow but we thankfully get tonight off. "Well, what should we do tonight?" Liam asks once we're all in the van. "Let's just crash in the hotel and order some pizza, it was a long flight." I suggest. "Sounds good to me," Louis replies. Liam, Zayn and Nial also agree so that's just what we do.

The second we get in the room I dive on the nearest bed claiming it for myself. The rest of the boys wrestle around and do the same. "Remember the wake up call is at seven tomorrow so don't be too crazy," Paul reminds us and leaves for his room. "I'll call for the pizza!" Liam yells over the commotion of Zayn and Louis tackling each other.

After I've eaten over six pieces of pizza I feel totally nauseas, "I'm going to get some air I don't feel great," I inform the boys. "Here I'll come with you," Louis says and starts to stand. "No I rather go alone but thanks Lou. Just cover for me if Paul comes back." I tell him. The boys all nod so I grab my phone and coat and leave the room. I suck in a deep breath of the city air and instantly start to feel better. I walk along the street occasionally ducking my head when girls walk by so I'm not noticed, but for the most part I'm by myself. I see a bar and decide to go in. I could use a drink after being stuck on a plane for over seven hours.

Lilly's POV

I'm super drunk and I know it. For some reason I find this thought extremely funny so I uncontrollably start giggling. My head is

cloudy and I desperately need to vomit. I hop off my stool and lazily strut to the bathroom not prepared at all when the door smacks me right in the head. My vision is blurring and just as I slip the the ground I see a pair of the most striking green eyes I've ever seen. Then it all turns black.

Harry's POV

The bar is hot and crowded. Not exactly what I was looking for but it'll do. After having a drink I head to the bathroom to vomit. It was not smart on my part to drink with an upset stomach. I hastily open the bathroom door ready to leave this filthy bar but am shocked when the swinging door hits someone. I manage to catch the girl just before her head smacks the ground. "Are you alright?" I scream at here face a little to loudly. People turn there heads in my direction but look away once they see my threatening glare. God I hope no one recognizes me. In one swift motion I pull the girl into my arms wedding style and practically bolt out of that place before people notice the unconscious girl in my arms. I find the nearest bench and sit laying her head on my lap. For what seems like hours but was only minutes I stare at her not knowing what to do next. I take in her appearance. She has long brown hair softly waving down her back, she's smaller built and is probably only five foot three though she looks about my age. She's beautiful I think to my self in awe of the stranger I'm holding.