Moment in Time (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Have you ever wondered what it was like to be hurt so badly that everything around you seems like a blur? Feeling scared every morning to wake up and get out of your room because of your parents. The little dance you do in your head when you’ve escaped the wrath of those you love. The moment of fear you have when you’re cornered by your father, beating you with a hot iron rod. The mom that doesn’t care when you’re getting beaten; only cheers it on. It’s as if you want all the pain, hurt, and fear to wash away, but it doesn’t. You dream about having the perfect family with all the love and care in the world. You wish for all those fairy tales to come true but then it’s time to fly back down to reality. Nothing is ever picture perfect, no matter how much you try. All the plans of having a happy and enjoyable life vanishes when you see the state of your family. Having to come home every night to see your parents drunk off their butt and having to take care of yourself and the people aroun


2. Chapter 2


Lily’s POV

The darkness was overclouding my mind. Was I dead or not? I could feel that my body was numb. Does this mean I’m alive? I was able to see black dots dancing across my vision. I was positively sure I was alive. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. As Shakespeare himself once said, “To be or not to be, that is the question.” If I’m alive then that means I have to keep on going daily with the continuous torture. If I was dead, I could finally live with no sadness. Inside, I knew I was lying to myself. It’s a good thing I’m alive. If I was gone, what would happen to my parents? They would be lost. They wouldn’t know what to do. I can’t let that happen. I could finally feel my eyelids start to open. When they finally did, I was left in the same place I was beaten. I tried to get up but when I did, I could hear my bones cracking. I felt the bruises on my butt when I tried to get up. I slowly limped to the nearest bathroom. I didn’t have to worry about my parents. They were most likely getting drunk off their minds at a bar somewhere. I looked in the mirror and almost burst into tears. Looking into the mirror, I didn’t see myself. What I saw was far worse. Starting with my head, I touched the gashes along my face. On my forehead, there was a deep gash that didn’t even start to heal. On my right cheek, I saw bloody slashes, not even starting to form scars. Those were the worst cuts I got on my face. But all around my face, I could see little cuts, poking into my skin. It looked so scary. Looking further down, I saw bruises all over my arms. When I examined closely, I saw second degree burns all over my shoulder and hands. Looking at my jeans, I saw that there were rips in them, where the cord ripped them apart. I was so scared that I almost stopped myself from looking further. Almost. When I took my jeans off I saw red marks, where the electrical cord most likely hit it. When I tried to touch them, I flinched. My skin burned on contact with the marks. On my left knee, a layer of skin was burned off. Investigating more closely, I was able to see parts of my meat. I wanted to shriek but I bit back my tongue from doing so. My feet looked like they were shanked. It was most like the buckle of the belt that picked into my skin. I started sobbing harder and harder. My parents had never abused me like this before. My whole body looked gruesome. I was scared of myself. I wasn’t sure how I would be able to recover from this. I gradually went in the shower. But when I turned the water on, I yelped out in pain. The water was stinging the cuts. I very leisurely took a quick shower, although the pain was immeasurable. When I came out, I got dressed into a long-sleeved tee and fuzzy pajama pants. I was able to walk a little faster now.

I exited the bathroom. I was so wound up in examining myself that I completely disregarded the pool of blood on the ground. I hardly noticed it till now. 

“Oh god, what am I going to do?” I muttered quietly to myself. I walked back to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I wiped up all the blood form the ground and dropped the towel into a black plastic bag. Then, I threw it into the garbage can making sure not to show any evidence of blood. I then had to mop the area. When I was done, I questioned how I was able to do all of that work while being physically hurt. I decided to just call it a night and forget about the homework. Although, some people might have thought it’d be weird to sleep at 7:00. I have no problem with that. My body and mental health need that time to heal. I tuck myself into bed and hope that the scars and bruises will go away. But I knew it was just mindless dreaming. It even hurt to move around in bed. I felt as if my body was tenderized. I was tossing and turning. I was uncomfortable with all the pain that I felt. I decided to just sleep straight on my back. Before I knew it, I fell into a beautiful slumber. 


“It’s like your pouring salt in my cuts

And I just ran out of Band-Aids

I don’t even know where to start

Cause you can’t bandage the damage

You never really can fix a heart”

I jump up, feeling startled. I look for my iPhone and find it on my drawer. 30 text messages and 17 missed calls from Ben? What was wrong? I look at a few of the messages. 

“Lily! Where are you? It’s seven ten and your still not here?”

“Hello?? Pick up your phone”

“Are you coming or not?”

“Where the heck are you?”

“Were you lying to me?” 

“My girlfriend and I are waiting for you!” Oh snap! That’s when I remembered. I was supposed to meet his girlfriend today at seven. That’s when I fell asleep. I decide to call Ben.

“Hello Ben? It’s Lily.”

“Lily!!! What the hell is your problem? Why didn’t you pick up?”

“I was um…” Crap, I need to think of a lie. “I left my phone at home.”

“I know your lying. Were you planning to skip our plans? My girlfriend and I were waiting since seven. It’s eight now.”

“Is she still there?”

“Yea, but she’s pretty pissed…and so am I!”

“I’m sorry Ben. Maybe next time? I’m super sorry. Something happened.”

“Wait what?”

“I got to go. Bye!” Phew! That was close. He was always able to tell when something was wrong. I feel so bad. He probably thought I stood him and his girlfriend up. I really wanted to go but my plans got ruined in a painful manner. Even if I remembered, I most likely couldn’t go. I could barely walk. Every time I talked, the cut on my lip burned. 

“Now that I’m awake, what am I going to do?” I sigh to myself. I elect to listen to music on my iPhone. As I scroll through the list, I come across a song I’m pretty sure I’ve never downloaded. I wonder how it got here. Moments by One Direction. Who the heck is One Direction? Well, whatever, it won’t hurt to listen to it once.

“Shut the door, turn the light off

I wanna be with you; I wanna feel your love

I wanna lay beside you, I cannot hide this

Even though I try

Heart beats harder, time escapes me

Trembling hands, touch skin it makes this harder

And the tears stream down my face

If we could only have this life for one more day

If we could only turn back time

You know I’d be your life, your voice, your reason to be

My love, my heart is breathing for this

Moment in time, I’ll find the words to say

Before you leave me today

Close the door, throw the key

Don’t wanna be reminded, don’t wanna be seen

Don’t wanna be without you, my judgment’s clouded

Like tonight’s sky, ah ah ah

Tongue’s a siren, voices numb

Try to scream out my lungs, it makes this harder

And the tears stream down my face

If we could only have this life for one more day 

If we could only turn back time

You know I’d be, your life, your voice, your reason to be

My love, my heart is breathing for this

Moment in time, I’ll find the words to say

Before you leave me today

Flashing lights in my mind, going back to the time

Playing games in the street

Kicking balls with my feet

There’s a numb in my toes standing close to the edge

There’s a pile of my clothes at the end of your bed 

As I feel myself fall, make a joke of it all

You know I’d be, your life, your voice, your reason to be

My love, my heart is breathing for this

Moment in time, I’ll find the words to say 

Before you leave me today

You know I’ll be, your life your voice, your reason to be

My love, my heart is breathing for this

Moment in time, I’ll find the words to say

Before you leave me today”

Without realizing, I had been crying throughout the whole. I don’t know what it was about it that made me emotional. Truth is, I don’t even know what this song is about. Maybe it’s their voices, or the words, but whatever it is, this song is heart-touching. I wanted to call Caitlin. If anyone downloaded this song, it is definitely her. Leave it to one of my best friends to illegally download music onto my iPhone. I dialed in her number as I waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?” She asks. That’s always her greeting.

“Yea, hey it’s me.” I say

“Oh hey what’s up?”

“Did you download that one song on my iPhone?” I ask in an anxious tone. 

“What song?”

“Moment in time or something like that.”

“Oh! That song. Yeah I did. Do you like it?”

“Oh ok and it’s not bad.”

“Have you been crying?”

“Wait what no? Talk to you in school. Bye.” I quickly end the conversation. Now that I have nothing to do, I think I might just take a rest for a while. I tuck myself into to bed very slowly. Seems like a sense of déjà vu right? I fall into a peaceful slumber.


**A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for continuing to read this story and not ditch me! :) I'm sorry if some of it was a ittle to graphic but this stuff happens you know? Remember Comment, Fan, and Vote! Goodbye for now :) <3 :)

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