My Brother Is Harry Styles

How It All Began

Hi, my name is Lily Hansen, well, Lily Styles. I am Harry Styles adopted sister because an incident one day. Want to know what happened, well, here's how it all began.

A long time ago I had a mum and dad that loved me. Dad and I went to the park and played Princess. Mum and I always made food for dad before he got home from work. We loved each other and promised that we would never leave each other for any reason. Well, that promise was broken on March 12 when I was 8. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

Mum and I were in the living room watching Barney, dad was on the couch reading his newspaper. Everything was fine until the kitchen window shattered. Dad dropped his newspaper and jolted to a standing position. Mum held me tightly at her side and looked deep into the kitchen. The living room window that mum and I sat in front of shattered; mum quickly pulled me to the front of her body and took several shards of glass deep in her back. She released me and told me to go hide in the secret closet, I didn't know why she was having me do this but I listened. In the closet, I lay there quietly, listening to men speaking and my dad yelling at them. Several gunshots were fired and menacing screams followed each one. A few hours past, the house was dead silent after the last scream of mercy. I stepped out of the closet and snuck down the stairs, at the bottom step, I stood there with fear. My parents lay on the floor, gory and limp. Blood was smeared all over the floor and the room was a disaster. I couldn't believe what I saw; I regret what I did too. Bolting out the door and running down the street, I was out of that neighborhood before you could say "Cheese and crackers." I went to the big building streets and slipped down an alleyway, sitting by a dumpster and huddling up. I was crying and there was no reason to hold back the tears. I knew they would be gone forever and now, I was an abandoned little girl who had no idea where she was or what she was doing.

About a month pasted and I was starving. My new meals of the day came from the dumpster I sat by the day my parents pasted away. I was peering out the alley to see when my lunch would be here, I looked to the right then left. An older boy with a beanie that held back his hair and a warm jacket snug against his body was looking right at me. He walked over so I bolted deep into the alley. The boy stood at the entrance of the alley and glanced around. He must have seen my pale green eyes and headed down towards the dumpster where I hid behind. The boy curiously peered around the dumpster and gasped when he saw me, "You poor thing, you must have been out here for a year!" He reached out to me and smiled, "Please, take my hand. I will bring you to a safe place and make you feel at home."

I don't know why but I rested my little hand on his big hand. He smiled and guided me out of the alley and into the bright sun. It was cold so he led me to a blanket shop and we looked around. "What is your name little one?"

"My name is Lily, my mum and dad died. Ooh! Barney!" I reached out for a grassy blanket with Barney on it. I grabbed it and yanked it off the rack.

"Well Lily, my name is Harry Styles." His big hand was grasping a corner of the blanket, checking the price tag. "This is in my budget, how about we get it?"

I quickly nodded and zipped to the front desk; a young lady smiled and scanned the price tag. "13 dollars and 85 cents."

"Oh, on the tag it said 10 dollars and 85 cents." He grabbed his wallet and handed her the exact amount. "Lily, I need to call my mum so she can come pick us up." He grasped my little shoulder as I held the Barney blanket close to my chest.

"Harry, how old are you?" I asked as we walked out the door and stood to the left of the door.

He grabbed the blanket and whipped it around my body, "I'm 15, and how old are you Lil?" He fastened the blanket and the cold was gone, the warmth of the blanket warmed my blood. It felt nice.

'Oh, I'm 8." I responded and watched as he pulled out his phone, typing in a number he knew by heart, pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear.

"Yeah mum, I'm by Gracie's Blankets. What? Oh, I found a little girl down an alley and I was wondering if we could keep her at our house until..." He stopped after that for a moment, thinking about what to say next. "Not until, maybe forever. Well, her parents were killed so..." Another moment to pull together so words, there was no need to; his mother's car was parked by us. The window rolled down and a kind voice rolled through.

"Get in Harry, buckle her up."

Harry nodded and obeyed his mother's order; he helped me in and buckled me up then went up front and hopped in himself. Not long after, we were off.