When Darcy Disappeared

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"A twin? You have a twin sister??" questioned Zayn, shocked.

"Yeah. Well, had I guess..."

"Oh oh oh oh, tell us more!! More more more!!" squealed Louis from next to me, bouncing up and down a little bit.

".... Alright, fine," I sighed. I can't say no to my Boobear.

"YAAAY!! Story time with my Haz!" he had his arms raised up to the ceiling, looking like a little boy.

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My eyes slowly opened to a bright sunny morning in the nursery that I shared with Darcy. I looked around at the big room and soon realized that my blankey wasn't next to me. I sat up quickly and looked around my crib, and it wasn't there. I stood up and whipped the brown curls out of my face, and looked down to find that my blanket had fallen on the ground. I tried and failed at reaching it, so I did what all babies do when they need something - I cried.

As big, thick tears fell down my face, I wailed loud enough for my mother to hear from the other room. Almost immediately, she came rushing into the room to get me.

"What is it? What's wrong Harry?" my mother asked.

I sniffed. "Blakey!!" I said, pointing my little meaty finger toward the little blanket.

"Oh, your blankey. You want your blankey. Here you go, baby," she said to me soothingly. I took the blanket and wiped my wet face with it.

"Guess where we're going today, Harry?"

"Wha?" I asked her.

"We're going to the market!" she said excitedly.

"Yaaaay! Dacy, Dacy, wake up!!" I yelled, while jumping on my bed and peering over the wooden bars to see a sleeping Darcy. She slowly stirred, rubbed her eyes, sat up and looked at me.

"Maket, Dacy, maket!" I said to her. Her face lit up as soon as I said that.

"Maket..," she smiled at me and then at my mother.

"Well come on then, lets get ready!" Our mother said to us.

- after getting ready -

"Car, car, car!!" Said Darcy excitedly, as our mother led us outside so we could leave.

We finally got into the car, my mother got into the driver's seat, and we were off. Trees passed by, hills danced around us, and the music coming from the radio made the car seem more comfortable.

"Hey Harry... is Darcy asleep?" My mother asked me, eyes still on the road. I looked over to my sister only to find her peacefully drifting off into a small nap.

"Yes mommy. Shhhhh...," I whispered. I couldn't quite make a 'sh' noise yet, so it came out more like 'ssss'. My mother giggled at me and continued driving.

When we arrived at the store, Mom got inside and set a sleeping Darcy inside the cart.

"You'll just have to walk this time, Harry," my mother said to me. I wasn't very thrilled about walking. I made a mental note to myself to fall asleep in the car next time.

I pouted as we walked down aisles of foods with labels I couldn't read.

"Pasta..." My mother checked it off the list.

"Cheese...."

"Butter.........."

"Milk..."

"Ham...."

"... Chocolate?" I asked her. I loved Chocolate. It was my favorite treat, besides sweetcorn.

"No baby, no chocolate...."