How To Save Her Life

Chapter 1:

I said 'Coming Soon' but I'm really excited idk why but I am.. So here's ch1

Chapter 1:

Alex's POV

I can't believe it's over. I thought we would have more time than this, but I was wrong. 'Harry!' I tried to scream, but my voice was strained, and it came out as nothing more than a whisper. I met Harry six months ago, and we have come a long way since then. But that's all over now. He isn't here, and I will never see him again. I knew it was wrong to lead him on, but it wasn't like that anymore. I started to actually believe I was going to make it. I thought I would stay with him. I thought he would save me, but again, I was wrong.

Harry's POV

**Six Months Earlier**

The day was almost over, and I was about to close up, when someone rammed through the door. I couldn't see her face, but I knew it was a girl. She had dark hair with blonde streaks. She was built small, but I could tell she was strong; mentally and physically.

"Can I help you?" I called out.

"Shhhh!" She demanded.

"Listen, I'm about to close and I have to get home. Is there something yo-" I stopped halfway through my sentence, as she turned around. She had a piercing in her lip, and multiple earrings, but I saw past that. Her eyes were surrounded by black; her makeup. I figured it was from the rain outside, but she also may have been crying.

"I just need to stay here until they pass. I'll let you close up after."

"Who? Until who passes?" I asked, both worried and curious. Who was she hiding from? Was she scared of something, or someone?

"You don't need to know that right now. If you make sure to keep this meeting a secret, I'll tell you later."

"But how do I know there's going to be a later? I don't think I'm going to bump into you any time soon!" I explained, confused.

"Trust me, I'll make sure I meet you. See you later, Curly."

She turned around and walked out of the bakery. She was gone, and I was confused. Will I ever see you again? I thought.

I wasn't sure if I would see her again, but I was sure of one thing. I want to.

I shook my head. I have to forget her. She led me on; used me for herself. I nodded at the bartender and she gave me another round.

Alex's POV

I regret almost everything. I regret using him in the beginning, I regret not telling him, I regret getting involved with these people in my past, but I don't regret meeting him. If I didn't meet him, I wouldn't have experienced the happiness I had with him, and I would have met this day a lot sooner.

I didn't tell him I used him, and that's why he left me. They told him. They convinced him that I'm not worth saving. They told him about my past; the worst time of my life. But I don't hate them. I don't blame them either. I blame myself.

I ran away at the age of fourteen, and for two years I borrowed money from other runaways. I bought alcohol, drugs; anything my dark mind desired. You can call the runaways a family, but we aren't blood. The runaways are there for each other, as long as you repay them for their help; and I didn't. But I could have. They gave me so many chances.

Week after week they came back, only to grant me more time. Every week I got money, and spent it again. I was addicted, and the longer I waited to get help, the more money I owed. Soon, they started adding to the debt. Every week I needed more time, they added more money. After two months, when I was almost fifteen, they started asking for more. They told me that every two weeks, they would hurt me, but I didn't care; I only cared about spending the money again; to satisfy my addiction. By the time I was fifteen, I was skinny and bruised. I spent all my money, and had no food. For the next year, I worked anywhere I could find a job; mostly on street corners. Walking through the streets, I saw the runaways again, so I ran into the first open store I could; a bakery. That was where I met Harry for the first time. The next time I met him was a week later, at the park.

Harry's POV

I know I told myself to stop thinking about her, but I can't.

A week later, I was walking through the park when I saw her. She was standing at the end of the path, looking at me with a smirk.

"Hey Curly! Told ya I'd find you again," she laughed; but it wasn't a wholehearted laugh. She was looking around, searching for someone.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Curly. Don't worry about me. I'm here to tell you who I'm hiding from. And that's it, no other questions. Deal?"

I huffed. It was going to be hard to find out anything about her.

"So who are they?"

"I'm a runaway. For two years I have been on the streets, and for the first year, they helped me. They are the runaways. And I owed them; big time. I still do, actually. The second year, I found myself a job, and worked for the money back. The only problem is that I need the money for myself, and I don't have enough to pay them back and still get food for myself; so I'm trying to avoid them as long as possible."

"I can help you. I'll give you money, and you can stay with me. They'll never find you!"

"Dude, first; I don't even know your name! Second; why do you trust me? I literally met you a week ago, you don't know my name, you don't know if my story is even real, yet you offered for me to stay in your house?" She questions.

"I don't know, I just feel like I can trust you. My name's Harry by the way. Harry Styles."

"Well, hey Harry. I'm Alex. Alex Sparks."

We walked through the park for a while before we started talking about the runaways again.

"Seriously though," I started, "you can stay with me and I will help you get the money to pay them back."

"No, Harry. It's my problem. You shouldn't get involved in this."

"I already am. As long as I think about you, I remember that I have to help you."

"Then don't think about me!" She argued simply.

"It's not that easy. I can't. I couldn't stop thinking about you since last week, when you came into the bakery, Alex! I'm already involved."

Now I wish I listened to her. I wish I didn't see her again after that day. I wish I stopped thinking about her, but I didn't. I saw her many times after that day. She finally listened to me, and I helped her get money. But I wish I didn't. I wish I stayed out of it. It wasn't my problem; but I couldn't forget her.

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Note: That was just a little introduction of what this story is going to be like... I hope you like it! xo