Save Me

Chapter 9

Harry’s P.O.V

It was mid-way through winter and snow was already falling on the ground. That was England. This country was so depressing and shit. I couldn’t wait till I had finished school so I could get the fuck out of here. It was a Saturday morning and pitch black outside. I couldn’t be bothered to drag my ass to the gym but it’s not like I had much of a choice. It’s the only thing that kept me sane. As I made my way to the other side of town I saw snowflakes fall from the sky, one landing on my nose.  I brushed it off and jogged the rest of the way to the gym. I barged inside to see a few guys on the other side of the gym. To my surprise, Niall was standing near the punch bag with Taylor.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked Niall as I reached them.

“Waiting for you” he hissed, his winter coat fastened up to his chin.

“I’m here. What’s up?” I ask, looking round the gym, not really paying attention.

“There’s a new guy. His name is Andrew. Danny wants you to train him” he points to the guy in corner, making reference to my trainer. Fucking Danny.

“Yeah, whatever” I huff as I make my way over to the skinny dude in the corner.

After 30 minutes of helping Andrew learn the basics I see the gym is starting to fill up. Danny enters, looking around the room before his eyes find me. His short frame reaches us as I hover down on him. For being 6”2, Danny looks like a fucking midget compared to me.

“Harry” he gives me a nod of the head before continuing. “This is Andrew. He’s familiar with the area and many of the people in it. He goes to college and wants to learn how to defend himself. That’s why he’s here” he babbles on.

“Defend yourself? From who?” I spit.

Boxing has always been a big part of my life. I don’t do it to protect myself, I do it for fun. I can’t take Andrew seriously as he stares me out.

“I have a psycho ex-girlfriend” the words roll from his tongue.

By this time, Niall has joined us along with the rest of the lads.

“And who’s this girl then?” I pry.

“Harry, leave it” I hear Taylor hiss.

This just boils my blood even more. This fucking dickhead expects me to help him when the only time he’s going to kick the shit out of someone is to use it on a girl. I don’t fucking think so. I run my tongue along the bottom of my lip, my breathing becoming more even. Taylor tries tugging on my arm and I shove him away. He stumbles back, a grimace on his face.

“Lydia Parker” I hear the words leave Andrew’s lips.

I can feel steam coming out of my head and my eyes go cold as I hear her name. Once again, I run my tongue over my bottom lip and I lightly chuckle to myself.

“Are you serious?” I snap at him.

He simply nods his head. “Not much to look at but she satisfied me for a while.”

Without even thinking my arms wrap around his thin neck, lifting him up from the ground. I see nothing but red as I shove him into the back wall, making him grunt in pain. Through my blurred vision I feel people pull me off him and stand in between us. Liam, the strongest of them all, grips me by the shoulders, making me look at him.

“Fuck off. You don’t belong here” I hear Taylor growl.

Andrew stands and leaves, not looking back once. I can see the smug look on his face even from here and I push Liam away as I walk home.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

None of this makes sense I think to myself. Leaning up against my garden wall I see that it has stopped snowing and there is only tiny bits of frost on the ground. The way he spoke about Lydia made me want to knock his brains out. Not really knowing what to do next my feet carry me to Lydia’s house.

I knock a bit too loudly and I hear the sound of rushing feet to be greeted by Lydia, half asleep.

“Harry, come on in” she acts startled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Even when she wakes up she looks like a fucking goddess. I shake my head from side to side, trying to ignore the fact she has no bottoms on, just a long top. I can’t stop staring at her legs until her voice breaks the silence.

“What’s up?” she asks as she leads me up the stairs and into her bedroom.

This is the first time I have stepped foot into her bedroom, although I see her familiar balcony from the corner of my eye. Her room is decorated with polaroids, most of her friends and family. She’s smiling in all of them. The type of smile that reaches her eyes. I walk over to the polaroids, seeing a crumpled up one on the side of her desk.

“What’s this one?” I ask, picking it up.

She just stares into space and tries to grab it out of my hand. I hold it above my head so she is unable to reach it and open it with ease. The smug face of Andrew is visible and a happy looking Lydia.

“That’s Andrew, my ex-boyfriend” her eyes wander around the room, not looking directly into mine.

“I know” I grunt, tossing the crumpled up picture into the bin with force.

Her eyebrows are furrowed as she stares intently at me. I tell her the full story of what happened at the gym, focusing on every single facial expression she pulls.

“He’s lucky my fist didn’t meet his face.”

She looks down, fiddling with her fingers. I approach her warily, not wanting to start an argument. For the first time in weeks I see the vulnerable side of her. Her eyes look glossy as she looks away from me. Sitting down on her bed I scoot even closer to her, wrapping my arm around her small shoulders. To my surprise she starts crying and buries her face into my chest. I hold her tight as I ponder what could have happened? What could have possibly happened for Lydia to cry over this scumbag?

She clutches my t-shirt, leaving wet stains on it from where she has been crying.

“I’m sorry” she looks at my shirt.

I say nothing and pull her back into my chest, comforting her. I can feel myself becoming angry again but having her in my arms to hold makes the anger and hatred disappear. I don’t know how long I sit there with her, maybe a few hours until she moves. Her bare legs cover my clothed ones and she finally sits up, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“I guess I should start from the beginning” she weakly smiles at me.

I shift uncomfortably as I prepare myself for what she has to say. Whatever it is I know for a damn fact it’s going to end one way. Nobody makes her cry and gets away it. Nobody.