After the brutal murder of my five-year-old brother, my mom, and my dad, depression kicked in. I was cutting, I was crying everyday. I couldn't leave my apartment without getting whispered about or noticed. Liam lived across the hall from me. I didn't know who he was, he didn't know who I was. He heard me sobbing one night, came and helped me to bed, and has ever since. When his best mate, Harry Styles, came into my life, he wanted to fix me. I didn't think he could, told him that, too, but he was willing to try.