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

~28~

~Eleanor Calder~

I went inside with Mrs. Edwards, who had proven to be more than hospitable. She'd set up a full bed with her own best sheets and everything in Allison's room for me and Louis. But when we got to the door, she turned around.

"listen, I'm very sorry about my son. And what he's done to this room. It's shameful." she opened the door, and I gasped. On almost every inch of the wall above her bare bed was writing. Spray paint to be exact. The black bead chandelier was in thousands of prices strewn across the floor, obviously smashed to bits. I almost cried at the state of things. All of her one direction posters had been torn in two, and graffiti was littered on them. But right in the middle of her biggest wall?

SLUT.

my blood boiled.

"she's his only sister..." I fumed.

"it's our fault. We just don't know what to do with him. Hes been acting strangely for some time now. But he's always lived his sister, more so than anyone else in this house. I don't know what happened, but my son is becoming a monster. Right before my eyes." she broke down crying in the middle of the room. I tried to comfort her, but with little affect. And when Allison came in it became just that much worse.

"mum..." she said, before seeing the writing on the walls, containing expletives and rude statements. Beyond just rude, cruel. It was when she saw her ripped curtains and smashed chandelier that she began to cry. She went over to the bed, and her eyes flicked up. Instantly, she curled up into a ball, bawling. Louis went to comfort her, but it wasn't really working. I grimanced, pulling out the big guns.

I called Harry.

Stepping outside, he answered first ring.

"what is it, el?"

"how soon can you be in a flight out here?"

"el, I just got off of a flight to london, what could possibly have happened in seven hours?"

"Allison's brother happened." there was a pause.

"I'll book my flight out. When would you want me there?" i smirked.

"Saturday night."

"tomorrow? El..."

"tomorrow is her prom, Harry." I said. "show up in a tux at ten sharp. I'll get you your ticket into that dance." he was silent for a second.

"I think I'll end up thanking you for this."

"I know you will. Don't tell her yet. Did you want to talk to her?"

"is she crying?"

"bawling like a baby."

"put her on." I smiled, walking back into the room. she was still curled up in a ball in her bed, crying.

"alli?" she looked at me. I held out the phone.

"Harry wants to talk to you." her face brightened instantly. It was almost crazy how fast her mood lightened as she began to murmur lowly into the phone. She giggled a bit, hiccuping. Suddenly, Harry began singing to her, and we all fell silent.

"but if I kiss you,

will your mouth read this truth,

Oh how I miss you,

Strawberries taste like lips do,

And it's not complete yet,

Musnt get our feet wet,

Because that leads to regret,

Diving in to soon,

And I'll owe it all to you,