A Moment Like This - Harry Styles Love Story.*ON PERMANENT HIATUS*

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       *Allison Marie Edwards*

Paul pulled me deeper into the building, past bustling workers and temps that were freaking out because they got the wrong coffee for their bosses. Tyra had my hand in a vice grip.

"Um, sir? Where are we going?" he just pulled us along faster, causing me to pant uncontrolibly. He finally pulled us into a soundproof booth, where there was a young woman sitting at a piano. She was dressed in a smart pinstriped suit, with her blonde hair in a painful looking bun. She had piercing blue eyes with long eyelashes, and her face was twisted in an unforgiving semi-glare.

"Well?" she snapped at Paul. "Did you find anyone?" he hesitently pushed me forward. She eyed me skepticly. "This is what you found?" she looked back at him, her eyes becoming slits. He gulped; I took it as that this wasnt normal for her. "Have you heard her sing yet?"

"I, well, um... no." she took a deep breath, and then a slur of screaming washed from her mouth.

"YOU HAVENT HEARD HER SING? AND YOU BROUGHT HER DOWN HERE? YOURE WASTING TIME! WE CANT CANCEL TONIGHT, AND YOU KNOW THAT! THIS IS ALL ON THEIR REPUTATION, PAUL!!! YOU DONT EVENKNOW WHAT THIS GIRL IS MADE OF, WETHER SHE HAS ANY TALENT IN HER AT ALL, AND I DOUBT YOU KNOW HER NAME! WHAT THE HELL? BASTARD, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO-"

"HEY!" screamed Tyra, who had been trying to get her attention. Well, She had it now for sure.

"Listen, you may not know her, but may I say her voice is so astounding, she made the hardest choir to get into three years in a row? She lost most likely to be famous by five votes. She gets leads in everything she tries out for, and I dont think I've met anyone more talented then she is vocally. Give her a chance before you start screaming at her." she huffed.

"She's right, Mauve. Leave her be and hear the girl sing." she tossed her head angrily.

"Fine." she grabbed my arm and dragged me to the piano. "Your name?"

"Allison Edwards, ma'am." I said timidly.

"Well, Allison Edwards, do you know 'God Save the Queen'?"

"What?" she rolled her eyes.

"I suppose it would be 'My Country 'Tis of Thee' in America." I laughed nervously.

"Well then, doesnt every American know it?" she sniffed. I could have sworn I heard her mutter the word 'Americans' under her breath.

"Sing, then!" She played the farmilliar two bars of intro and I took a deep breath, feeling the mid range key. I looked at my feet.

"My country, tis of thee,

sweet land of liberty,

of thee i sing,

land where

my fathers died,l

and of the pilgrims pride,

from every mountainside,

let freedom ring."

When I looked up from my shoes, her mouth had fallen open. She realized that fact, and her mouth snapped shut. She hit a lower key, and I sang the lower key just as easily. She hit the high key and I sang it almost perfectly.

"Okay. I want you to sing me back the notes I give you." she would play a note sequence, and I would repeat. We did this several times, then she made me go up my scales, and a few more vocal exersizes that had something to do with breath support. After the last exercise, she looked at me coldly one last time.

"Do you know Skyscraper by Demi Lovato? By heart?" out of the corner of my eye, I saw Trya give a sly smile.

"Yes." immediatly I heard the intro and I steadied myself. As I sang through the song, there was absolutly nothing in the room but my self. I felt like I was alone, singing directly from my soul. I dont remember if I hit my high notes, I dont remember if I hit my notes at all. I felt my soul stirring, and that was that. I heard the piano music stop, and I was back in reality. Tears poured down my face. I looked into the blue eyes of my accompanist, which were now watery as well.

"Forgive me..." she trailed off, dabbing at her eyes. Paul wiped his eyes too, trying to hide the fact that he was crying. Tyra, however, was weeping, unashamed, with a proud smile on her face.

"Good job, Alli-Cat." she said shakily, tackling me in a hug. Mauve stood up, looking at Paul.

"Go get them. Now."

"Them? Oh!" he facepalmed, and ran out the door.

"Okay, what is going on?" i demanded, looking at the door that paul had dissapeared theough.

"You'll see." she said, pulling out a compact to make herself presentable.

"You were amazing, girlie." Tyra complimented. I smiled, grabbing a guitar from the other side of the room and sitting down in a chair, tuning quickly. i melted into my chords, going from A minor to E minor to D major 7; the chords needed to play The Only Exception by Paramore. After a few bars of just the chords, I slowly eased into the words.

"when i was younger i saw,

my daddy cry and curse ath the wind.

he broke his own heart and i watched

as he tried to reassemble it

and my mama swore that she would n

ever let herself forget.

and that was the day that i promised

i would never sing of love

if it does not exist.

but darling you are the only exception,

you are the only exception

you are the only exception

you are the only exception..."

I stopped my chords, my throat swelling as I thought of Brennan, who had broken my heart. There was an excess of applause

"Hello, love." I turned around just in time to see Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, and Liam Payne walk into the room.