Little Things

Chapter 1

I've only ever thought of him as a big brother, the closest thing to family I've had since my parents died in a car crash. He was seven at the time and I was five nearly six, just about to go into a second year at Primary. His parents, Anne and Des, had just split up, during which I was there for him just like he would be for me.

A police man arrived at my house and wanted to speak with whoever was in charge, at the time that was Anne as they were all at mine looking after me while my parents went out. I sat in the sitting room, on a leather couch, curled up in Harry's arms as Anne delivered the bad news that my parents had been in a car crash and were both now in a coma, at hospital and probably never going to wake up again. I was destrort but Harry held me close, as did Gemma, Harry's older sister, to stop me doing anything rational. I couldn't bare it so I just sat there and cried my eyes out.

The next day, they took me to the hospital where I said my last good byes as they turned off my parents life support machines.Tears flooded down my face but Harry stood there and said everything I wanted to hear.

For the next couple of weeks, I stayed in an orphanage while my social worker tried to contact distant relatives but none of them wanted me. Things gradually got worse. At the school I was moved to, I got bullied, at the orphanage, I got bullied and I haden't heard from the Styles house hold in ages. So, as my birthday (10th November) neared it looked like it was going to be the worst birthday EVER!

On the 9th, my social worker told me that the Styles' would love it if I went round to theirs to celebrate my birthday. It couldn't be more perfect. Well... yeah... it could.

My birthday!!! I was whisked away very early in a car and was greeted by the beaming, but cold, faces of the Styles. I leapt out of the car and gave each of them a BIG hug. Anne, Gemma and finally sweet seven year old Harry.This was the best birthday EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They took me inside and gave me a present each. A pink fleecy blanket from Anne, some bath bombs from Gemma and a curling wand from Harry. Anne also told me that they had a big surprise for later.

After a lunch of Spagagetti Bolnaise, cheese and Garlic Bread, Anne sat us all down in the lounge to tell me my BIG surprise.

"Helena," she started "we're going to foster you."

AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I was star struck (I think Harry wastoo). The next hour or so was a blur as I asked loads of questions and next thing I know, I'm moving in!

That was how I became a member of the Styles family... well not quite. I'm still a Davies, I just live with them.

As we grew up, Harry and I did virtually EVERYTHING together. We entered the same competitions, which he usually went on to win, and we both did charity festivals. It stayed the same until I joined secondry, when he was all about the guy, the band, White Eskimo,and being cool. Yeah, maybe his band came first in the Battle of the Bands competition but that didn't mean he had to exclude me at school. At home, fine but not at school.

Anyway, we all enjoyed watching the X-Factor and when Harry was 16 he decided to enter...