Styling My Life

This is a Harry Styles fanfic. I'm not going to give more a summary than this: A girl. Named Hallie. One Direction.

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6. Memories...

~Harry's POV~

I sat on the tour bus, just thinking. I was on my laptop, looking at Hallie's in the area. Janie had gone home before I could ask what Hallie's last name was, but I really didn't think it would make much of a difference, considering the results I was getting. There were so many Hallie's to look through. But none of them seemed to describe my Hallie. Erm, our Hallie.

"Any luck?" Niall asked, plopping down next to me with a bag of chips in his hand. Or what was left of a bag of chips.

"Not yet," I replied, my eyes glued to the screen. "But I'm not giving up hope."

Niall sighed and reclined into the couch. "Hmm, that one looks promising." He said, pointing his finger at a blonde girl's profile. She wore too much makeup in her picture, and her description was: 'Screw it, I'm young.' But her name was Hallie.

"That looks nothing like Hallie," I said closing out of the girl's profile.

Niall nodded. "I know. I just meant she looked promising," he said and a devilish grin appeared across his face.

I laughed and went back to the screen. "You, Niall, disgust me."

"Glad to be of service," he said gallantly before getting up and walking to his room.

I just shook my head and continued to look through possible Hallies.

We had a signing tomorrow and the day after we would perform our second concert in New York City. That gave me two days to find Hallie. Two days. I could do it.


~Janie's POV~

I sat on the couch in my apartment and just tried to get a grip on my life right now. Hallie Thomas, my best friend since kindergarten was missing. I pushed all the thoughts away that included that fact that she was possibly abducted. It was New York City and we had been at a concert. A tear slipped down my cheek. I couldn't bear to think that Hallie was being abused and she had no one to help her. At least Harry was trying to track her down. If he could get a trail on her, it shouldn't be hard to find her. Then a memory found its way into my thoughts.

"Janie! Janie! Help me!" a nine year old Hallie giggled. She sat in the top of my tree house and threw an arm over her forehead. "Oh, I wish there was a prince to save me!"

Me, also nine, ran over to her. "I'll save you!" I called, as I began to climb the ladder that led me to the tree house. I finally made it to the top and hugged her. "You're safe now." I said.

"I know," she replied and sat down. She brushed her hair out of her face. "Janie, can I.. tell you something?"

"Always!" I said, and moved so I was sitting next to her. "What is it?"

"My parents, they're fighting a lot. I'm scared. My dad keeps on saying that he hates what his life has turned into and he wishes he had never made the mistakes he made with me and my mom. He told me yesterday he hated me." Hallie's eyes began to fill with tears.

"Hey, it's okay." I said hugging her tight. "It'll all be okay."

Then Hallie told me a secret I vowed I would never tell. Ever.

I suddenly jumped out of the memory and it all clicked in my brain. That secret had been kept long enough and now, I knew it was time to use it.

I grabbed my phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Liam?" I asked as soon as the call went through.

"Janie?" He responded, worry etched his voice.

"Give the phone to Harry. I've just gotten a breakthrough."

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