Ali's P.O.V

'So tell me about yourself Ali' Harry said.
'Well I'm Ali Pent. As you know it's short for Alice. I'm 16 but on next month on the 9th I'm 17. I have a step dad who I live with because...'
I stopped talking.
'Because what?'
'I'd rather not say. I'm sorry'
'No, no. Take your time love. Can I ask one thing though?'
'Yeah'
'Why are you here an not with him?'
'I ran away..'
'Oh.'
Harry pulled up into a driveway and stopped the car.
'We're here!' He shouted happily.
I looked up to see a big house which looked to be 3 stories.
'Wow!' I gasped.
'What?' He smiled turning to me.
'Its just so big'
He laughed.
'Come on' he said getting out and going to the back of the car to get my bags.
I quickly got out and helped him.
'Wait!' He said.
'What?' I asked concerned.
'I can't let you carry these. They're so heavy! Go open the door'
'Um okay.'
I rushed to the door and started knocking on it. Soon a lady opened it and smiled at me.
'Hello dear'
'Hello.' I smiled at her back.
I turned to Harry who was almost by the door. I rushed over and helped him with the bags.
I carried them to the door and placed then down.
'Hey mum' Harry said.
'Hey Harry dear. Who is this lovely young girl?'
'This is Ali. Can she stay for a while until she gets back on her feet?'
'Of course dear!'
'Thank you so much Mrs Styles.' I said.
'That's okay Ali. Now come inside. You must be getting tired.'
I followed her in and Harry put my bags on the sofa in the living room.
His mother led me to the kitchen and sat me down on a table.
'Want a drink dear?'
'Can I please just have a water?'
'Of course' she walked over the the tap and poured a fresh glass of water.
She placed it infront of me and sat down opposite, soon to he joined by Harry.
'So tell me dear, why are you here?'
I told her about Dan abusing me and how I couldn't take it so I ran.
After I finished I could see Harry was tearing up.
'Harry?' I said. He looked up and I could see his bright green eyes shine with tears.
'Why are you crying?'
'Because this is so sad'
'Please don't feel sorry. I'm glad I'm away from him. Thank you for taking me in for the time being.'
'Thats alright. Can I ask why you aren't with your mum?'
I didn't answer and just looked down at my glass. I could feel my eyes sting with hot tears and my face getting warm.
'I'm sorry' Harry said.
'No, no. It's okay. I should of told you.'
'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to'
'No, I will. It's probably for the best to get it out and let my feeling with it.'
Mrs Styles stood up and got some tissues.
She placed them down and I began my story.

"When I was seven, my dad was in a shooting and didn't make it. It was an awful time and my mum couldn't cope. I was only seven so I didn't really understand what happened and I still don't now. We went through a rough time until four years ago when I was thirteen, my mum married her new boyfriend Dan. Then two years ago on my fifteenth birthday, I went out with my friends" by this point I was already crying, Harry was tearing up again and his mum was silently looking at me. I continued.
"when I went out, I had a blast. But when I got home, my house was on fire.." Harry was now crying and Mrs Styles; almost.
"My stepdad, was outside with the firemen. But my mum was still inside. They couldn't get her. I saw her in a window upstairs trapped. Then I watched..."
"I watched..."
I couldn't continue.
Harry looked at me and got up. He hugged me tightly.
"I watched her... Die" I choked out


--- an hour later ---
I sat on the sofa wrapped up in a blanked drinking tea. It always made me feel better. Telling my story made me better and I felt like I could already trust Harry and his mum Anne.
I finished my tea and took my bags up to Harry's sisters old room, where Anne said I could stay.
I had Harry help me put everything away and show me around. I had an ensuite in my room and a massive double bed.
As I was putting my clothes away, with Harry's help, he came across my 'things'. By that I mean tampons and pads.
'You weren't mean to see that' I shouted, gabbing them from Harry. I couldn't felt my cheeks burn and my face getting red. He just laughed.
'What's so funny?' I said annoyed at him.
'Its just you're so embarresed about it. I know every girl goes through it, it's nothing to worry about.'
I relaxed a little and walked to my bathroom to put them away.
As I was in there I put all my bathroom things like toothbrushes and shower gel in there. I had to go to the loo so when I was in there I went.
I noticed that I'd gotten my period.
'Ugh' I moaned to my self. I did what I had to do, washed my hands and walked out.
'What took you so long?' Harry asked.
'Nothing..'
'Its obviously something. You can tell me you know.'
'I don't think I can'
'Yes you can.'
'Okay. All I will say is that if I'm stroppy or sad alot you can have a guess why.'
'Right. I understand.'
'Yeah.'
'You know if you want to talk to anyone you can talk to me. I know about it. I mean living with two girls; I'm used to it. But if you don't feel comfortable with me, you can always talk to my mum.'
'Thanks Harry.'
'That's okay.'
We finished unpacking an went downstairs to find four other boys sitting on the sofa.

Notes

I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a bit longer and had more content. Please comment :)