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

~29~

|warning: a lot of swearing in certain parts of this chapter. You've been warned.|

~harry styles~

i walked into the dance just to see allison except that crown, crying as she did. i grinned; her whole community had come together when they knew she was hurting. she disappeared from my sight as the music resumed but i figured wherever she was, Eleanor was too, but when i found her, allison wasnt with her.

"el, where is she?" i asked, worried now.

"HARRY!" she shrieked, apparently happy to see me. "We can't find her! she took off for the bathroom and we cand find her!" she was nearly sobbing. my heart started beating super fast.

"go look for her! you take half of the school, i'll take half." i ran off, heading to look for my lost girl.

~Allison Edwards~

"LET GO!" i shouted, struggling against his hold. his body pressed to mine, holding me there.

"sorry sugar." he chuckled. it sent chills down my spine as i continued to struggle.

"what do you even fucking want? what does it fucking take?" i cussed at him desperatly.

"i promised revenge, did i not?", he replied, grinding his hips to mine. i stiffened as his erection began to strain against his dress pants, one hand holding me to the wall by my stomach. he grabbed the long hem of my prom dress, standing and dragging the material up and over my hip, pushing his fingers into my string thong. i used my hands to tug the skirt down, slapping his hands away from my personal square.

"Dont you dare fucking touch me!" i shreiked, and he took that opportunity to nail me in the stomach. i doubled over, wheezing, but it wasnt long and i was being pressed against the wall, breathing heavily. he bit at my neck, sucking and almost chewing on the naked skin, and thats when i realized truley what he meant to do with his revenge.

he was going to rape me.

i struggled even harder, desperatly trying to free myself. my prom queen tiara fell off, hitting the floor. then, i opened my mouth and screamed as loud as i could. he clapped his hand over my mouth and then slammed me very painfully against the wall.

"shut the hell up, bitch." I winced, cowering into the wall.

"let go of her." a calming british accent growled from the corner. and my heart lept when i saw who it was.

"Harry!" i breathed. i would have ran to him, but i was still trapped between a rock and a hard place. harry walked over to me, and physically threw Brennan off of me. he fell on his butt as i slid to the floor, tears pricking at my eyes as harry pinned him, calling for louis who came in with security. they dragged brennan out of the dance, kicking and swearing and looking at me with eyes still blazing. i shuddered, and my eyes were still watering as i looked up at the boy who saved my virginity and (possibly) my life. harry crouched down, took my hand, and pulled me up to stand beside him. suddenly, as we stood there awkwardly, i realized that harry was here. he was here!

"Harry!" i shreiked, running into his arms, nearly knocking him over. he chuckled, enclosing me in a tight hug.

"hello to you too."

"what the hell are you doing here?" i demanded into his ear. "you're supposed to be in holmes chapel!"

"i heard a certain prom queen needed a king." i blushed as he picked up my tiara from the floor. "head up, princess, your tiara is falling." i elbowed him. I held up two fingers to help get my point across.

"#1) queen! #2) it already fell." his smile faltered.

"what happened?" he asked, refering to the earlier incident.