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

~10~

 ~Allison Edwards~

I slowly rolled my curling iron towards my scalp, gently releasing it a few seconds later. I was getting ready for my outing with the boys, and Louis was going to pick me up any minute. I ajusted my blazer, and looked in the mirror:

[polyvore]

(the stone in the ring is green by the way not pink) I smiled, twisting my class ring on my finger. My stomach dropped for a second. Prom was coming up, just after St. Patrick's day. 'Cause, well, our prom comes early, and Brennan had asked me to prom only last week.

Well, there go my prom plans.

I shook off the thought, and finished curling my frizzy, constantly tangled hair. How Lou had dealt with the snarls I have no idea. The woman had to be a miracle worker. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Oh god, that's Louis!" I whisper shouted, and ran up the stairs, already noticing that my father beat me there. "Shit!" I muttered, my brown hair whipping against the wall as I hid behind it.

"Hello, sir, how may I help you?"

"'Ello, sir!" Louis said in his extreme british accent. "Is Allison home?"

"Oh, you must be Louis!" my father said.

"Yes sir, that'd be me. And you must be the father of that curly haired creampuff!" Louis responded cheerily. I put my head in my hands, sighing in annoyance.

"Yes, that would be me!" my father said, laughing. "Rich Edwards, great to meet you!" I heard a clap and figured that was Louis' hand meeting my father's as they shook hands.

"Now, where is that culy haired creampuff?"

"Getting ready, I think. ALLI!" he yelled. I huffed, and walked up the rest of the stairs.

"What is it dad? Hi Louis. I need to finish my hair!" I said.

"No, you don't; we're late already. Come on, Creampuff!" he said, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder.

"#1. Louis, why are you carrying me? #2. Why do you keep calming me creampuff?" I asked, slightly annoyed but highly amused.

"Well, walking would take to long, you're slow. And your about as sweet as a creampuff, thus!" he said, going into this super posh voice. "I shall call you my creampuff!"

"Louis!" I complained. "It sounds weird!"

"It kinda does." my dad piped up.

"Dad, I dont even know where he's taking me! Dont let this lunatic take me anywhere!" I begged.

"As long as you come back with all four limbs and a head, I don't really care." he said seriously.

"Dad!" he winked.

"Bye honey, bring the full gang over tonight, why dontcha?"

"Sure!" I called, as Louis strolled easily out of the house.

"Louis, it this nessassary?"

"Yes!"

"Hmph." I said, and hummed What Makes you Beautiful. Until Louis un-slung me from the top of his shoulder and into a van. I buckled myself in.

"Where are you taking me?" I said, as Louis drove away.

"No where." he said. and I facepalmed.

"Oh, come on, Lou!" I whined. He flashed me a grin. We'd just made it onto the highway, when Louis noticed something on my wrist.

"Hey Alli, whats that?" he asked, pointing. I smiled grimly. I lifted my wrist slightly, and there, on my wrist, was my only tattoo.