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

~25~

*YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM FINALLY DONE WITH FINALS, AND I CAN START UPDATING REGULARLY AGAIN! WHOOHO! SPEAKING OF UPDATES, HERE'S ONE! MUCH LOVE! warning:  this chapter is super sad.*

~Allison Edwards~

In my sweat pants and t shirt, i rolled out of the bed. Harry against the bus wall. I wriggled out of his embrace, chuckling as his arms darted out, even in a heavy sleep, to pull me back. I immediately thought back to yesterday when I had tweeted back to my followers that Nate was lying about not only my past but my present was well.

I had animatedly chatted with Harry so that he wouldn't check his twitter; a strategy which had proven to be very beneficial to me. But now I felt the need to say something to my brother with my voice, not just my keyboard. Biting my lip, I grabbed my phone out of my purse, strolling over to the kitchen to make my call. It was seven where we were; it would be 8 where he was. And I knew that my brother was an early riser. I dialed his number, which rang twice before I got his voice mail. Nate's phone was never dead, which meant that he'd declined my call. That stung and made me mad all the same.

"hey it's Nate. I can't come to the phone right now. I'll get back to you later, unless your my slutty famewhore of a sister. If this is you Allison, please stop your god awful calling and lying over the Internet. We all know that your a slut, no one likes you, you little bitch. So of you aren't her, leave a message after the beep" the tone played. My voice wavered as I left my message anyway.

"I can't believe you just said that to your own sister..." I trailed off, giving off a sob into the phone. I ended the call and shoved the cellular device into my sweatpants pocket. Walking into the bunk area again, I slipped under Eleanor's bunk and grabbed Nialls guitar case from underneath, praising the lord that Ni always kept it with him. Carefully, I brought it into the living room area. I slid the door closed, shoving a blanket underneath the door to try to soundproof it more.

I didn't want anyone, least of all Harry, to see me like this.

the chords of one of the songs that learned to play in my times of abandonment, fear, and despair, carefully began to fall from my fingertips. it sounded better on piano, but whatever. i just needed to let it out. the words cautiously began to fall from my lips.

"I heard there there was a sacred chord,

that david played and pleased the lord,

but you dont really care for music, do you?"

~Harry Styles~

i woke up to slow guitar chords. and the next thing i noticed was the lack of body heat next to me.

i sat up straight, knowing allison. she didnt just sit alone, singing to herself normally. and especially not with niall's guitar. i got up, tiptoeing to the door to the living room. her voice was strong and sweet, but especially sad. something soft brushed against my foot, and i looked down. a blanket was stuck under the door. soundproofing. hurt washed through me; she didnt want me to hear something. i tugged the blanket out from underneath, and the music began to blare into the room. my heart squeezed as i recognized the song; one of my favorites.

"well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,

the minor fall and the major lift,

the baffled king composing hallelujah!

hallelujah, hallelujah.

hallelujah, hallelujah." her voice sent goosebumps racing down my skin. her voice was slightly shakey, but i chose to let her continue.

"Well your faith was strong but you needed proof,

You saw her bathing on the roof,

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you,