"Darcy's pov"
"Yup, thank you so much Ashton, love you, yes I know, see you soon, okay bye."
I said as I hung up,
I'm about to drop Maria off at his house, so that I can go meet Harry.
I just finished getting dressed, so I carefully got Maria up, without waking her. She sure sleeps a lot.
I grabbed my phone and keys, and walk out.
"Darcy, is Luke using you for fame?"
"Are you cheating on him?"
"Why do you have Maria?"
All these things get yelled at me as I open the car door, and strap a now wide awake, Maria in.
I jog around, and begin the short drive to Ashton's, I turn the radio on, and hear my boys singing, "Heartbreak girl" I instantly smile.
I hum along to the familiar tune, until I arrive, then I go and get Maria.
"Thanks Ash" I say, as he meets me outside.
"No problem, why did you need me to watch her though?"
"Going for coffee and dinner?" I say, but it sounds more like a question.
"Luke's gonna be mad, is it like a date?"
"Heck no! Just meeting up to get some answers."
"What the he-" I shut my door, And waved as he just grinned, confusion still evident on his face.
Now I'm nervous about meeting him here, come on, he is my Dad, i shouldn't be.
I laughed out-loud, he hasn't been a very good one.
Oh well, if Robert ever taught me something its don't talk to strangers, I mean there are two sides to every story.
I pulled up outside of the cafe, and cautiously looked around, what if he isn't here?
I looked at the clock, and it says 4:32. Fashionably late, well at least I came.
I walk in, and see the host.
"Can I help you, miss?" He asks
"Yes, is Harry Styles here?"
"Yes, right this way."
That's when I see him, well his head, the curls gave him away. He has his hands on his face, and looks crushed.
"Harry Styles, the rest of your party has arrived" the host says, with a nod.
"You, you came, your really here?"
"Yeah, I just about didn't though, so don't push it" I mumble as I sit down.
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Darcy Anne Styles *UNDER EDITING*
FanfictionShe Was Lost, Maybe Just Starting To Recover, But Nobody Could Tell. He Had Broken Her, And He Had Watched As She Crumbled. He Was Broken, He Knew He Caused Her Pain, He Could See Her On The Magazines, Looking Broken, And To Far To Even Hope To Heal...