I set down my cup of tea onto the coffee table and looked at my mom once, before turning away, disappointed.

I sighed deeply. "I've had enough, mom." I told her, the strain in my voice from holding back the tears that were daring to spill.

"What do you mean?" She said in a breathy tone. She didn't want to hear what I was going to say. She doesn't want to love her little baby girl so soon.

She already lost my brother too early for her liking.

"No, Rebecca, you can't leave. You're too young and you're far too naive. You aren't thinking straight-"

I shook my head as she spoke and interpreted her before she could lecture me. "You aren't thinking straight." I corrected her.

"No, I am. I can make my own decisions. My roof, my rules-"

I huffed. "Ugh, I'm moving out." I growled, getting up.

She quickly stood and grabbed my arm. "No. You aren't." She commanded me.

I quickly snapped my arm from her grip. "I'm moving out" I told her, staring into her eyes directly so she would get the message, loud and clear.

I started to walk to my room before my mother yelled at me. "Don't you dare walk away from me like that!"

I ignored her, so tired of trying to convince her that I was right.

I knew I was right about him.

""Rebecca Julia Styles! You come back here this instant!" She screamed at me from the bottom of the stairs, me half way up.

I turned around to face her, waiting for her words.

"You are 17," She spoke sternly, "You are not able to control my decisions in my life."

"You know, I thought being your daughter would be enough to make you think a little about what you're dragging yourself into." I retorted.

My mom was taken back, her eyes widened at how direct I was being towards her.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she realised that she was losing me.

Before she could speak another word, I spun around and sprinted to my bedroom.

I grabbed the largest bag I could find, which happened to be a large gym/duffel bag, and I started packing all my clothes and all the essentials that I needed. 

Where was I even going to go?

I can't live by myself, I'm under aged.

I pulled out my phone and started to scroll through my contacts.

Harry.

Harry would probably let me stay with him... Right?

He is my brother after all.

Yes, Harry Styles of One Direction.

Yeah, whatever. 

Start the fangirling.

He is just a 15 minute bus ride away... And they have plenty of money. I wouldn't feel bad for living there without paying a rent since he has a huge job and I don't. Plus, he has four gorgeous guys with him that are the life of the party.

He's probably my best choice.

I quickly finished up my packing and through the bag over my shoulder. 

I proceeded downstairs, my legs pitter pattering as I raced down the wooden steps. I was getting my combat boots on when my mom came out of the living room.

"Becca." She spoke shakily.

I turned my head to her halfway, just so I could see her.

She was fiddling with her fingers, her posture looked broken as she slouched in her stand. Her long hair was messy and she looked up with teary eyes.

"Please, don't go." She whispered.

"I'm going, mom. You need to learn to take care of yourself before you can continue raking care of me" I told her.

She shut her eyes painfully tight and put her hand over her mouth, crying.

I hated seeing my mom cry.

"I love you" I sighed.

"I l-love you too-o" She replied, trying to hold back the tears.

"I'm going to stay with Harry until I can move out. You won't have to hear from me."

Her tears flowed down her cheeks like raindrops on a car window.

She hadn't cried like this since my dad left us.

"Bye mom" I whispered, barely audible, and closed the door slowly, not waiting for a response from her.

I got onto the bus to go to Harry's house.

I got to the right stop and started to walk until I reached a certain mansion house.

I reluctantly rung the doorbell.

I waited anxiously as the door opened slowly.

"Ermm, hello" Niall spoke awkwardly as he started at me.

"I'm Harry's little sister, Rebecca." I said shyly.

"Ohhh yeah!" He exclaimed with a large smile on his face. "I remember you!" He engulfed me into a warm Horan hug.

He pulled away and his smile disappeared once he saw my facial expression.

I'll tell you, my face wasn't smiley at all.

"Whats wrong, love?" He wondered, genuinely worried.

A small smile was brought to my lips. 

His accent was perfect.

I snapped out of my thoughts, realising that I still hadn't answered him, his worried expression worsening. "I don't really want to talk about it right now, but ummm, is Harry here?"

"Sorry Becca, the guys just went out not too long ago. They'll be home soon, just picking up some Nando's" Niall explained, his face beaming at the mention of Nando's.

"Oh" I mumbled, slightly let down that Harry wasn't there for me to vent to.

"Well come on, darling. Come inside." Niall smiled, opening the door wider and wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me inside gently.

I put my stuff beside the couch and plopped down, pulling my phone out to text my best friend, Melissa.

To Mel

I got into a fight with my mom about the whole her and my stepdad thing. I'm at my brother's now :/

She quickly replied with a "Oh my f*cking god, are you okay?"

Niall started to walk into the room after a short trip into the kitchen.

I told her that I was fine, more or less, and that I had to go since I didn't want to be rude and text while Niall sits awkwrdly with me.

I locked my iPhone and slipped it into my pocket as he took his seat beside me, a slice of pizza laying in his hands.

I giggled at his appetite. "Aren't you going to wait for the food to come?" 

"I am waiting" He smiled cheekily before digging into his pizza.

In a matter of moments, it was gone.

My phone buzzed, making my whole, fatty thigh shake.

Harry:

Hey Becca, we can talk once I get home. Just buying some food for the royal Irish piggy, Sir Niall Horan

Niall must have peeked over my shoulder, because he sooned shouted "I am not a pig!", grasping his chest in a fake hurt manner.

I chuckled. "Okay sure" I said sacarastically, winking at him.

"Lets see whats on" Niall said picking up the remote and turning the TV on.

"Oh god, this is my favourite show." I breathed like an obsessed fangirl.

"Me too" Niall highfived me.

'Say Yes To The Dress' was my, and my best friend's, guilty pleasure for ages.

We had to stop watching it after I got a C in history... Sigh.

The war of 1812 was not over the choice of a ball gown or a mermaid dress.

It would have been quite the war though...

"Come on" Niall whispered, staring at the TV.

This girl was deciding between a ball gown or a meraid.

Um, clearly the mermaid dress looks amazing on her...

"Pick the mermaid.." I huffed.

She ended up picking the ball gown.

As soon as she said "Yes to the dress", Niall flung his arms over his head "But the mermaid is perfect for you!"

I burst out laughing at him.

It was adroable!

"Whatttttt?" Niall asked, slightly confused to why I was laughing so hard.

"Oh nothing" I smiled, wiping a tear from my eye.

"Whats your favourite kind of wedding dress" He asked, turning his body to me.

I pondered for a moment.

This was a serious question.

"I'm not sure Niall, I do know that I do not like ball gowns though. I kinda like 'Fit and Flares'. Makes your body look fab" I said in a overly girly voice when I said fab.

"How about you?" I asked him, joking of course.

"I like one that shows off my amazing curves" He joked, moving his hands up and down his body while drawing invisible curves.

I laughed again.

Niall was hilarious!

Our laughter slowly died down and I found myself staring into his eyes. It wasn't or anything... It was nice actually.

He started to lean a little, and so did I.

Our lips brushed against each other, heat radiating, making me even more nervous.

He closed his eyes and so did I.

Just as our lips are about to connect, this happens.

"Sister deary! I'm home!" Harry runs into the room.

I quickly sit up, my face flushed with red.

Harry jumps onto me, crushing me in a tight hug.

Then followed Louis, who was laughing with Harry as my body was being buried deeper into the couch.

Then followed Zayn.

Liam didn't squish the life out of me.

Thank god, I don't think I could take another boy on top of me.

Ew, that sounded dirty.

Everyone stopped laughing once Liam shouted "Niall Horan! You do know that all that food is for everyone, right?"

We all stopped laughing and turned to Niall, who had a piece of peri peri chicken in his mouth.

The boys were still on top of me.

Liam went over to Niall and tossed a napkin into his face.

"Phey, Dhon't frow smuff in mah fmace" Niall said, food filling his mouth, making his speech messy.

Liam chuckled and ignored him.

"How are you Becca?" Liam asked, the boys still on top of me as they looked at Liam.

"Oh you know, just being squashed by three teenage guys, nothing out of the ordinary. Thanks for asking." I said sacarastically, flashing a fake annoyed smile.

All the guys laughed, getting off of me one by one and went off to get their food.

I stood up and fixed my grey sweatshirt and pulled up my light washed skinny jeans a little more, and ran my fingers through my hair.

I saw my bags and remembered why I was here in the first place.

"Harry?" I asked.

He looked up from his plate. He took no time to think and replied with "Yeah, lets go, ermm, upstairs"

The boys exchanged confuse looks, probably as to why me and Harry needed so much privacy, but they didn't question or really seem to mind.

Harry showed me into the guest bedroom and closed the door behind him.

He turned to me before speaking. "What happened? Are you okay?" 

I shrugged. "Somewhat"

Harry slowly reached for my arm, pulling up the sleeve.

His quickly pulled it back down and cringed at the sight of the long, deep cuts that ran in lines along my whole arm.

He looked me in the eyes. "I thought you said you would stop."

"I know what I said Harry, I just... Its not that easy." I looked away, ashamed that I disappointed him.

"Its okay, just try your hardest. Okay?"

"Last time, okay?" I lied.

"Please don't lie to me" He whispered, pulling me into a tight hug. "Please don't"

"I'm sorry Harry" I whispered, the tears starting to fall.

"I'm sorry Becca" He whispered, rubbing my back. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

Our real dad left us because he cheated on my mom with a woman who is now, my stepmother.

My mom soon started dating a new guy to take her mind off of my dad. But this guy would secretly abuse Harry and I while my mom was at work, and for years we would never say a word because we were scared to hurt out mom again.

When Harry moved out to be in One Direction, he left me, hoping that things would be better.

But they just got worse.

The abusing went from once a week to almost everyday.

But he made my mom smile, so I kept my mouth shut.

I'd cover up the cuts I made and put makeup on the bruises that we given to me.

I only ever told Harry and Melissa. Not even Gemma knew, since she moved out, I didn't really have a chance to tell her. 

My mom definitely didn't know.

Until he proposed to her and she said yes.

I told her this morning and she thought I was lying so she wouldn't marry someone who wasn't my real dad.

I pulled away to look at him.

I felt Harry's thumbs wipe away my tears. "Please don't cry Becca. You're safe here, okay? No more drama. You can stay as long as you want, and you can come on tour with us when we go."

"Thank you. I love you" I hugged him again.

He kissed the top of my head. "I love you too"

"C'mon, lets go eat some food" He smiled.

"Umm, I'll be downstairs soon, let me freshen up this" I motioned to my face. "Its a mess, could you get my bag for me? Its by the couch"

"Will do m'lady" He said in an exaggerated English accent.

I rolled my eyes, laughing at my goof of a brother.

I got my bag from him and he left me to do what I had to do.

I got out the makeup from my bag and heavily concealed the redness from my eyes.

After I finished making my self look less disgusting, I went downstairs,

I made small talk with the guys and ate my chicken.

I spent the rest of my night texting Mel when I got a text from my mom.

Mom:

Your soon to be stepfather wants to meet up with you guys! He wants to set it straight that he is a nice guy!

My heart sank even lower than it already was from the ordeal that was my day.

Guess I can't run from my problems, because that would mean letting my mom bring hell into her life.