One Direction One Shots

Save Me~No Pairing

Dear Viewers,

I know a story. It's a rather sad story. It's about a girl. A small girl. She is short, at 4'3, has curly brown  hair, emerald green eyes, dimples, and soft pink lips.

This girl, she was only twelve. Six years younger than Harry. Yet she was mature beyond her years. She had this look in her eyes that told you she had seen to much. She rarely smiled and her skin was pale from rarely stepping into the light. She had been locked away for years. And if you listened close enough you could hear her whisper 'Save me'.This girls name was Grace. She was the baby that had been stolen. Stolen from a loving family, to a cruel dark cell. A cell that she was kept in for hours on end with no food or water. Her full name?

Grace Kathryn Styles.

She was the sister Harry forgot about. He had been much to young when she was taken. Only seven. She was born a day after his sixth birthday. He had forgot about her, until he saw the picture. I forget why he was up in his parents attic, but he found a box in there. A box full of teddy bears and blankets and pictures of a baby girl. When confronted, his mother broke down. She told him everything, and he could barely process the information. He had a younger sister. He made a vow then. A vow to save her. A vow to save Grace. A vow to save his little sister.

Grace has no recollection of a life before this. In fact, she wasn't even sure there was anything before this. All she could remember was beatings and mean words. He would leave her there to bleed, all alone in her cell. She would nurse her wounds, and cry herself to sleep.

One night she heard him walking down the stairs. He was holding a video camera and wearing a mask. He put the camera on a stand and strode over to her. He grabbed her by her hair, and threw her on the floor. 'Say Hi to the camera, Gracie.' Silence greeted his harsh words. he grabbed her again. 'Say hi!' His voice was just barely a hiss. He was glaring at her. 'Hi.' It was just a soft squeak of a word. The man nodded and walked over to the camera. 'Now, Mr. Styles, I want 20 thousand euros if you ever want to see your sister alive again.' Grace was stunned for a second. A ransom. 'I want it at the little park outside the animal clinic. You'll see your sister standing there. Give her the money. She will give it to me and she's home free. I want it at eleven-thirty tomorrow.' Grace was upset. He was lying. She wouldn't get to go back to him. But maybe her and Harry could runaway. Before he noticed.

When Harry saw the video he was terrified. His little sisters face was covered in dirt, her hair was to her waist, and she was only skin and bones. Almost instantly he was up and calling the boys. 'I need your help.' Those were the words that started the journey. He told his mother, and she rejoiced. He knew if his sister brought the man the money, he wouldn't see her again. So he and the other boys created a plot. And once it was all set they went to sleep, waiting for the next day.

Before he realised it it was time to deliver the money. He and Lou carried the bag to the park. When he saw his sister standing by the tree he literally sprinted to her. When they got there, he picked her up, grabbed Louis' hands, and took of running. He didn't stop when he heard yelling, or the pounding of foot steps. He didn't stop until he got to his flat. Everyone was waiting there, he cradled the girl in his arms. She was clinging to him tightly. 'I"m sorry.' the girl was stunned. 'Don't be. it wasn't your fault.' she was confused as to why he thought it was his fault.

 Grace and Harry live together now. She goes on tours and stuff with them. She still has nightmares about it, but they're getting better. That's all of the story I know, but, if you come across her, ask Grace about the rest.

Sincerely, SaraBeth25

P.S. If you do  see Grace tell her I said that she should come stop by. And tell her to tell Harry that I said hello and good luck with his new album.