Half A Heart

Guardian Angel

When I wake up in my own bed only a few minutes after I was brutally pushed towards the ground, I start to panic.

How did I get here? What happened to me?

I examine my almost bare body, to find multiple bruises and cuts. My head is pounding, and as I run my hand over it, I feel a massive bump rising.

Why did those girls do this to me? I've never done anything to hurt them in any way. It feels like I'm constantly losing a fight, I'm not even a part of. That's just the story of my life I guess.

When a strange boy walks into my room, I quickly cover myself up, and stretch out my arm to keep a good distance from him.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?!" I weakly but loudly croak.

"I'm sorry but I saw you on the sidewalk unconscious, and I..." He starts defending himself. I quickly notice his thick British accent.

"How did you know where I live? How did you get in here?" I cut him off, clearly annoyed.

"Your cell phone was hanging out of your coat pocket, and I looked on it, to find some information on who to call. There were no contacts, but your personal information was in your settings. I figured out your address, and the door was unlocked so I let you in."

Crap, I left the door unlocked!

"I called a doctor, and figured I should wait with you after he left. You've been asleep for the past 6 hours. I've tried to get ahold of your family, but no numbers were in your landline either. I felt partly responsible for not stepping in when those girls were pushing you around, so I stayed."

I wonder what he means when he says he feels responsible for not stepping in. Was he there? I can't even remember the half of what happened. All I can comprehend is that somewhere in between my house and school, I was knocked to the ground, and went unconscious.

"Is that ok?" He questions nervously.

He has a very soothing voice aside from the fact I'm extremely angry at him. Or should be anyways. It's hard to be mad at a boy who has such beautiful green eyes.

"I guess so." I croak.

I feel the need to ask more questions, but I really don't want to pester, so I decide on a laughable term instead.

"I know this is going to sound strange but, why am I half-naked?" I laugh.

He looks nervous at first, but then replies, "Oh, the doctor had to examine the cuts and bruising, so he asked me if I was ok with him removing you clothes. I think he thought I was your boyfriend!" He blushes.

I blush too, but only momentarily. How could someone possibly think that I could be the girlfriend of such a beautiful man. Or boy. I'm not really sure of his age, but by the looks of it, around 20 most likely.

His curly brown hair circles his face, and he wears a smile every time he speaks. How is it possible that someone like him is standing beside me at this very moment?

I've never even spoken to a guy-besides my late father. I was always the quiet kid who tried my best to go every day without being noticed. It worked for a while, until people started noticing me in a negative way. I suddenly became the conversation starter of the school.

"Did you hear about that girls father and sister?"

"I hear her mothers in the hospital!"

"She has a pretty crappy life."

Every comment was along the same line. That's when I started eating lunch in the Janitors closet. Alone.

"Are you ok?" He asks worried.

I forgot he was even here. "Oh yeah, sorry. My mind just went blank." I say clearly embarrassed.

"Oh that's fine. I should probably get going." I love the way probably sounds in his accent.

"Ok. Thanks so much. Oh and I didn't quite catch your name!" I say a little to loudly.

"It's Harry, and really it was no problem. I'd help a beautiful girl like you any day." Harry smirks and my heart flutters before he adds sarcastically, "And don't forget to ice that head of yours!"

He walks towards the door laughing, but I'm quick to stop him.

"By the way, I'm..." I start.

"I know your name." Harry simply states with a wink.

I hear the door close, and I sink into my pillow. What just happened? I've never felt so nervous in my life.

Even though I'm extremely confused at the whole situation, I decide to let it be. I could press charges for what my classmates did to me, but how would that help? They'll still keep torturing me, they'll still keep spreading rumours, so I'm not going to give them the satisfaction they want.

I grab my cellphone of my bedside table, and notice my inbox flashing. It's a text from Harry.

*Hope you feel better! If you ever need anything, just give me a ring. -Harry*

He probably entered my number into his phone when I was asleep. I want to text back, but my fingers won't move. What would I even say?

I dramatically hit the power button, and decide to get some sleep. My head is still pounding, and staring at a screen won't help it stop.

After getting comfortable, I fall asleep almost instantly dreaming about the boy with the beautiful green eyes...

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(Hey guys! So I've got a couple people that asked me who I imagine Allyson as, and incase you were one of the people wondering, I picture her as Lily Collins. Harry is obviously Harry Styles, and those are the only characters I've introduced so far that will be in the story almost every chapter. Spoiler alert! If you want to know who any of the other characters are "played" by-I do imagine them as someone-just comment:)