**WINNIE POV**
"Come on, babe." Mum shook me lightly in my bed and I turned over on my face. Yup, you guessed it I'm not a morning person. "Okay, I guess I'll have to go pick up Harry by my self." she says knowing it will get me to crack.
"Fine, fine." I surrender "I'm up, mum." I say pulling out Harry's favorite outfit of mine. A white tank top with purple letters reading, Winnie Styles. Taken By : Harry Styles, but when he gave me the shirt I had wrote under all those printed words, Just call him, chances are he's the reason I'm wearing this shirt. I pull my curly brown hair into pigtails and all the baby curls stay at the front while only the waves go into the pigtails. Unsatisfied I frown pulling on a purple headband. My jean shorts Harry hates, they're to short for a 10 year old, he says, and grinning I pull them on sliding my feet into my 1D flip flops that I got for my birthday. I smile heading down the stairs.
After eating a single pancake I head out the door where mum is already waiting for me. "It's about time." she says smiling opening the car door for me. "Buckle." mum tells me sliding into her own seat reaching for her buckle.
"Ready." I tell her and we move forward toward the airport, 5 long minutes away. I've really missed Harry. He has been gone for about a year. I sigh rolling down the window.
"WINNIE!!" Mum shouts and it's the last thing I hear before I black out.

**HARRY POV**
My phone rings and I look down at it. The Hospital. Huh, last time I was there Winnie had to get stitches. "Hello." I say answering the phone.
"Mr.Styles?" He asked and I nod even though he can't see me, "Your mother and sister have been in an accident." the man tells me and I walk to the car already on the verge of tears.
"I'll be right there." I say and hang up. I walk to the car in silence only stopping to sign three autographs.
"What's wrong?" Louis ask me once we are driving away from the airport.
I break down, "My mum and Winnie." I sob "They were in a crash on the way here."
"I'm sorry, mate" I hear Zayn say.
"No!" I scream, "I need to be sorry, Winnie was 10 and I spent maybe 5 years of her life with her. I'm a terrible brother" I cry into my hands.
"Did they tell you they were..." Zayn trails off.
"Well no." I say and we pull up into the hospital parking lot and jump out of the door, the boys following me. "Harry Styles" I tell the front desk and the lady smiles at me.
"Room 432." she tells me, "I'm sorry for your loss." I turn to Louis's shoulder and cry walking into the elevator.
"I'm a terrible brother." I say before opening the door. One bed has a white sheet covering the body I look and so does the other one. I cry bringing myself to my knees. Everyone tries to talk to me but I only hear one thing.
"Go on, look Hazza." Louis tells me and I stand up moving over to Winnie's bed. I sigh and gently grab the sheet pulling it back a small bit.
"BOO!" Winnie screams and giggles.
"Winifred!" I exclaim crawling into the bed. "Don't ever do that again."
"I don't expect to be laying in a hospital bed after a car crash ever again." Winnie tells me and I smile. Nope she hasn't changed a bit.
"Whatever." I whisper, "Is mum really..." I trail off and Winnie nods pulling herself closer to me. She puts her head in my chest. I hold her close to me and we cry for a good 5 minutes. "You're coming with me." I tell her and try to be stern, but I cant. "I'm never leaving you again."

Sorry for the crappy chapter... But hey, gotta start somewhere. Let me know what you think.

(Republished: February 7 2017)