Just Save Me

Chapter 1

I sighed as the wind kissed my face, holding my breath in the dark night. I just left someones house, someone who I was doing "work" for. I puffed in a deep breath, slowly letting the air around me find its way in me. I heard a yelp, and I knew it was time to get out of there. I ran back to my truck, throwing the keys in, powering it on, and rushing off. I felt a tear carry itself down the line of my cheek, but I wiped it off quickly. I rolled into the apartment complex, quickly tiring myself up the ways. 

I sighed, falling on to the rotting couch. I looked around, taking my head in my hands. Next thing I knew, the sun was shining and my eyes were tearing open. I groggily rubbed my eyes, feeling absolute pain in my lower body. I sighed. I knew what it was from. It came from every "client". I was always sore the next morning. I hit myself mentally for not taking a shower and changing at least. I sighed and changed in to some new clothes. I heard a knock creep upon the door. It was some tall man, with bright green eyes and curly hair. I stepped outside. "Yes?" I asked, suddenly mesmirized by his eyes. "Oh, um, you, erm, I saw you drop this, thought I'd return it..." He said, a shade of red creeping upon his cheeks. I smiled. It was my phone. "Haha, thanks. I'd be screwed without it." He gave me a cheeky smile. "I'm Harry by the way," he said, I smiled. "Lea. Nice to meet you," "Oh! I went ahead and put my number in, just in case." He winked. 

At first, I was confused, because of the terrible business I work in, but realized it was a friendly gesture, not asking for anything sexual. I grinned shyly. "Call me sometime," He said as a few other boys motioned for him to leave. "Come on Harry!" A thick Irish accent yelled. I giggled, walking back inside my apartment. I set the phone down to keep from calling him, I didn't want to. But I did. I didn't want to give in to the urge, so I decided breakfast would be good right about now. I made a quick bowl of cereal, and inhaled it fast before hearing my phone buzz. "Message from: Harry" I smiled and clicked it open.

"Would you like to meet up for lunch?:) x -H" I smiled and quickly replied, "Sounds great. Where?" After about ten minutes of texting he said he'd pick me up in about in hour to go to a pizzeria. I decided to do something with my mess of hair. I curled it, having it fall in perfect ringlets around my face. My hair was pretty short, so it looked really nice curled. I sighed. I couldn't be out for too long, I still had a job, if you could call it that. I heard a knock on the door, and I saw a cheeky smile greet me. I smiled back, my hair tousled around my face. 

We walked in to the pizzeria. I felt the aromas around me swarm up, and I realized I haven't been anywhere to eat in about three months due to money problems. I could barely pay rent, there was no way I could afford to eat out anymore. When we walked through the door, I heard a yelp. "OH MY GOD! IT'S HARRY STYLES FROM ONE DIRECTION!" The name sounded familiar. I looked at the fan and realized that she was talking about Harry. Damn, I sure was out of the loop. I had no clue I was going out to eat with a superstar. I held back for a minute. He gripped my hand giving me a reasurring squeeze. I let go of his hand. He looked a bit hurt, but continued til we sat down. 

I didn't even know him, why was I here? I know that I'm a slut, I can't even start to lie about that, but was I really that easy? I sighed, feeling totally ashamed in myself. Someday I was going to get out of this way I've been living in. "You alright, love?" He asked, rubbing my thigh. I nodded quickly, and sighing. There were at least 5 girls around us. I smiled their way, and whispered to him, "Go take a picture with them or something," He nodded. Before he got up one of them chirped up, "Are you guys dating? Because you guys would be adorable." I smiled, and shook my head. "No, we're just friends." I said with a pearly white smile. Harry grinned back and went to go take pictures. After about 10 minutes he was back in the booth and scooted closer to me than before. I could smell his deep cologne. 

The soreness continually came back throughout lunch, and suddenly I was doubled over in pain. He looked at me in pain. "Are you okay?" He asked. I shook my head, holding in the sudden urge to scream. This wasn't from being sore. It was like someone stabbed me. He helped me back to his car, where he sat in the back with me for a while. "I don't want to leave," I mumbled. He rubbed my side. "It's okay, I'll take you back to your place and we can stay there for a while if you want." I smiled. I still didn't know this boy, and only met him today, but there was just something about him. 

We walked in to my apartment, which was actually semi-clean, at least it was presentable. I flopped on the bed in excruciating pain. "Want me to stay?" He asked, sitting next to me. I nodded. I attached my hand to my lower left side, where the pain was coming from. "Do you think it's appendix pain?" He asked. "I have no idea..." I mumbled. If it was that would mean I would have to get surgery, meaning no work for awhile, which meant no money, which in return meant no way for me to continue living. I couldn't afford it if it was. "You need to go to a doctor." He said, shaking his head. "Harry, if I could afford one. Whatever it is, if I had to get surgery or anything, I couldn't take that off of work, because I'm broke." I sighed, sitting up as the pain resided a bit.

"Oh, where do you work?" I felt myself tense up. A tear streamed down my face, and I looked at the ground, feeling more tears fall. He held me in his arms. Again, still don't know why I'm letting him, I felt so easy. "What's wrong? Is it something I said?" I shook my head. I felt like I could trust him with about anything. So I debated on telling him. I decided to go for it. Again, still didn't know him, not like I would care about his judgement, would I? I sighed. "New client every night." Was all I said. He looked at me with wide eyes, I felt my eyes swell, the tears stream. He gripped me closer, pulling me into his chest. "Shh..." He said, stroking my hair. "And there's no way out." I said. He kissed my forehead.

"I honestly have no idea why I told you all this. I don't even know you." I said, feeling more tears spring in to the corners of my eyes. "Because you trust me. And you can. Friends?" He said, and I giggled, nodding. I laid my head back on the pillow, clutching my side. Harry cuddled up beside me,  holding my waist. I continued to feel the pain, but let my face sink into the pillow and my eyelids drooped. I felt myself fall in to sleep. 

I woke up, looking at the clock beside me. 8:00pm, it read. I looked beside me. No Harry. He must've left. I sighed, making my way to the bathroom. I felt the tears come on again, and this time I just let them all come. I hovered against the wall, sliding myself along it until I was sitting on the floor. I heard feet scuffling suddenly. "Everything a'ight?" I heard Harry's voice ask. I looked up, a bit confused. "Why are you still here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "Didn't think you'd want me to leave, do ya?" I shook my head solemnly. He smiled. "Thought so."