More Than Friends. (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 25.

Driving through the big black gates to my house I felt a sense of achievement. The plane flight had been simple as Darcy had slept the whole time. She smiled as she watched out the window. This was my home. Today it seemed different though. Cars filled the driveway and white rose petals were everywhere. I didn't know what was going on but I was determined to find out. I climbed out of the car and smiled to myself. Darcy opened her door and practically fell out and ran up to the front door of my house. I followed her, my heels clicking on the concrete and opened the door for her. She disappeared inside and ran around on the bottom level, stopping to look throughout the glass door to outside. I could hear her giggles and then I heard the door open. I didn't really notice though as memories were flashing through my head. The days that Harry chased me around and spun me in circles, the days I spent singing in the music room or at the gazebo and every other significant thing. I suddenly realized I could no longer hear Darcy's giggles and I immediately started to call her name and run around trying to find her. I couldn't find her anywhere inside. I then ran to the door outside.

"DARCY STYLES, WHERE ARE YOU?" I called outside. I started to freak out. I ran down the steps of our patio area. I stopped to look in the pool area.

"DARCY?" I called again. I turned my head to see a bunch of people sitting in a group. White flowers and white material and fairy list hung from the trees around them. They all fell silent for a second and that's when I heard her distinct voice.

"DADDY!" she squealed in her cute little voice. Upon hearing the word Daddy I immediately ran towards the people. 

"DARCY STYLES!" I called causing everyone's head to turn my way. There was a white carpet splitting the group of people in half. They were all sitting on chairs and there was three people standing next to each other, talking to some man. A wedding. I had just interrupted a wedding. I stood at the end of the carpet with everyone turned my way.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I am just looking for my daughter, she is small and has brown curls" I said quickly, frantically looking for her.

"Mummmmmmmy! I found my Daddy!" I heard her little voice.

"What do you mean Darcy, you don't have a daddy, where are you sweetie?" I said calmly still looking for her.

"Over here mummy!" she giggled. I looked straight up to the front to see her standing there waving. I ran straight up to her and stood looking at her.

"I found my Daddy!" she said and tugged on the boy/mans hand causing him to turn and look at me. Harry. I froze. He smiled sadly.

"Darcy, no, that's not your daddy honey!" I said to her, desperately hoping she would believe me.

"Yes, it is! Why would you lie mummy?" she asked sadly, moving closer to Harry as tears started to run down her cheeks, causing my heart to break.

"Because he didn't want you" I said then looked up to him. I then saw the girl standing next to him, looking angrily at me. I then turned around and looked at everyone then back to the man standing behind Harry and the girl, then back to the girl. Bianca. It was Harry's wedding. Harry was marrying Bianca. I felt like my heart was being torn to pieces.

"Come on Darcy, we need to go!" I said to her. 

"No! I'm staying with Daddy!" she said stamping her foot then holding onto Harry's leg.

"Of course, they always choose him!" I said angrily and started to walk away.

"Are you seriously walking off from your daughter?" Harry said angrily.

"Why not? She chose you! She has you and your whore to take care of her because once again I'm not good enough!" I spat angrily at him.

"How dare you call Bianca a whore!" Harry said angrily walking towards me anger clear in his eyes. I laughed a loud and sarcastic laugh.

"It's true and you know it! Tell me Harry, who was the girl who lied to you to get into your parents? Who was the girl that wrecked our friendship? Who was the girl you cheated on me with? Who was the girl that made my life a living hell? Who was the girl that made everyone hate me? Who was the girl who took the love of my life away? Who was the girl that took the father of my child away?" I said angrily with tears pouring down my face. His expression softened out of realization.

"Why are you here?" he asked angrily.

"Don't change the subject! You practically just agreed with me! And this is my house. Don't say I shouldn't be here either because you are the one having his wedding in his ex-best friend whose heart he broke. Like seriously! If you didn't want me to be here why on earth would you have your wedding at the place I am most likely to randomly turn up at? I mean you are famous, why wouldn't you go somewhere better or have it at your house?" I said angrily. This made him sound stupid.

"You said you weren't having the baby!" He said changing the subject one again.

"No I didn't! I only ever gave you the hint that I did because I knew that you didn't want it. I mean you had Bianca then, wait no, Madison? Was it?" I said laughing sarcastically.

"You never told me" he said sadly.

"But you were right there when you took me to the hospital and you never recognized me. Remember that interview in Australia when you had to take your pregnant interviewer to the hospital and then you saw the baby after she had it? Seriously. It hurt to know that you were so oblivious!" I said sadly. 

"Then again you did have you whore to take care of her sexual needs!" I said laughing. This caused Harry to get angry.

"Stop calling her a whore." he said angrily walking right up to me.

"No" I said smiling deviously. Then he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. I didn't move.

"Wow. That's nothing compared to the pain I'm feeling inside." I said angrily. He stepped back frustrated. I looked around to see everyone watching intently. I saw the ring sitting perfectly on the cushion. My ring. The ring my grandma said was for me to wear when I found the love of my life. My dad had given him the ring. This did it. I broke inside. I turned on my heel and walked away.

"Don't walk away from me." Harry called.

"Why not? Take a look around Harry, you’re famous and I'm just plain me. Bianca only wants you for your fame and I don't have that in me, so clearly I'm not good enough. I love you and I'm sorry that I do. I wish I don't. Take care of Darcy for me." I said then ran away. I didn't care. I ran straight to my black piano sitting under the gazebo. I picked up the sharp piece of metal and pressed it to my wrist. Doing something I promised Harry I would never do again. But I didn't have Harry anymore. I sliced in across my wrist. 

Not good enough. I sliced it again twice.

Not pretty enough. Again twice.

Not worth it. Again.

I sliced it again and again and again and again. Until finally the pain stopped. I looked down to my arm which was resting on the paino keys. Blood poured out of the cuts flooding onto the keys and onto my dress and dripped onto the concrete below. I let my tears flow and mix in with the blood. Watching as the pain and sorrow in my blood trickled over the keys. Showing me clearly why Harry wouldn’t want me. And that was the only thing I wanted in the whole entire world. To have Harry want me and love me and to have my Darcy back.