One Direction Interracial Preferences/ Imagines

Secrets of Our Pasts ~Harry #6

Y/N POV

As we drove back to his home, nerves began to take over. Harry saw this and said, "She'll like you. You're her mom." "Lots of girls hate their moms." I told him. "Well I don't think she hates you. She can't hate you if she doesn't really know you." Harry said,trying to help. "That just made me feel worse." I told him, rolling my eyes. "Sorry." Harry kept driving until we pulled up to the gate of our neighborhood. "You still live here?" I questioned. "Couldn't really make myself move anywhere else." Harry admitted. "Plus I didn't want you to be confused if you ever came back...which you never did." I nodded, a bit ashamed. He typed in a code and the gates opened up. "That's new." "Yea, it's like sensitive so it knows which residents are typing the code. We get a new one each month." I nodded. As he pulled into the driveway, I got even more nervous. "Dear lord, I can't do this." "You'll be fine." Harry said, getting out of the car.

Darcy POV

I heard a car pull into the driveway. I looked out of my window to see my DAD GETTING OUT OF THE CAR. I ran out of my room and sprinted to the guest room where Uncle Niall was sleeping. When I got there, I through the covers off him and hit him to wake up. "Ow, what the fuck was that for?" He groaned. "MY DAD IS HERE!!!" I yelled. Niall shot up. "In the house?" "Outside." Uncle Niall got out of the bed and took my hand. He started running to the study. "We have to close it. Hide anything you have already." "Wait!" I went into there and grabbed a few more journals. After, Niall then closed the door as hard as he could so it could blend with the wall around it. We made it back downstairs. I heard the front door open as I threw the journals to Uncle Niall and said, "Hide these, I'll greet him." He nodded and went back upstairs. The front door opened all the way to reveal my dad. "Hi Dad!" I greeted. "Hey Darcy." He said. He put down the bags he was carrying and gave me a hug plus a kiss on the forehead. "You're a week early." I said. "Well I just missed you, I brought gifts!" He exclaimed. Hmmm, he too damn happy. Something is up. My dad reached into one of the bags and pulled out a mug, a puzzle, and a jewelery set. He handed them to me. "From the film festival?" I questioned. "No, Paris. Now close your eyes for the last gift." "Ok." I slowly closed them. After a moment, Dad said, "Now open them." When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother. I dropped the things in my hands. I heard the mug shatter against the floor at my feet. She smiled and waved. "Um..." I mumbled. "Hi Darcy." She greeted. "Uh hi Mom. " It felt awkward to say that. I've have been waiting for this moment for years this is how it turned out. "Aren't you glad to see me?" She questioned. "No." I said quickly. Her smile dropped. I looked at me Dad who had this blank look on his face. At that moment, Uncle Niall made his way downstairs, I looked at him and he made a face. "You're back...both of you." He stated. Niall turned his attention to Y/N, who gave him a weak smile. "Who wants dinner?" My dad asked, walking to the kitchen. Niall and I shrugged and followed him.

Harry POV

Wow. That could have gone better. I kinda of expected that encounter to happen. I wish it didn't because I could tell Darcy really hurt her mother's feelings, but Y/N did deserve it. I told everyone I would be cooking, so Darcy and Niall waited in the dining room. Y/N stayed. "She hates me." "For now. Darcy will warmup to you. She just has to realize what a loving mom you are, since you haven't been." "Well what should I do?" "Try talking to her." I suggested as I got out the ingredients I needed. Y/N sighed and got out of the kitchen.

Y/N POV

I quietly entered the dining room as Darcy and Niall were carrying on a conversation. Niall noticed me in mid-sentence and stopped talking. "So Darcy, what school do you go to?" I asked as I sat down in a chair. "Gone ten years and that's the first thing you ask me?" She scoffed. I heard Niall chuckle. "I just want to know how you are?" "Isn't it too late for that?" Darcy snapped. "You're right but I am your mother. I have a right to know." "Oh please. You barely are a mother. You basically just gave birth to me and ran off to live your life."Darcy said. "That is not want totally happened." I tried to depend myself. "I've ran some the things you've wrote about me, Niall, my dad. You played all of us. You treated my dad like shit, treated Uncle Niall like shit. Did you know he tried to kill himself because the pain you put him through. All because you couldn't handle the heat. Don't try to play a role that you never wanted to play." Darcy snapped at me. I looked at Niall who was trying not to smile. I got up and declared, "Fuck you both." Darcy and Niall rolled their eyes. I huffed and exited the dining room.

Niall POV

Ok maybe Darcy was a little too harsh but Y/N needed to hear that. Darcy and I tried to clear our minds about what just happened and continue from our conversation before. "So where did you hid the journals?" She asked. "In the bathroom across from drawing room." I told her. Darcy nodded. "What are we gonna do about the study?" I questioned. "We let him find it the way it is. Then he has to give our answers." She explained. "And what if your mom finds it open?" "Then she just does. I rather have Dad react and give us his take than Y/N." She couldn't even say "Mom." After about 2 hours, Harry came in the room. "For diner we have, lasagna, beef pot roast, and chicken fried rice. I wanted options for you guys." "And to drink?" Darcy asked. "Water, soda, there is some champagne and wine, juice also..." "I'll have some wine." Darcy stated. "You are having a soda so help me God. You aren't about to get screwed up on my watch." Darcy pouted then smiled at Harry who scrunched his nose at him. "And for you Niall?" "I'll take a Coke Cherry." Harry nodded and said, "You can serve yourself in the kitchen." We followed Harry to the kitchen.

Harry POV

The dinner started off quiet but then Niall and I tried to get the girls talking. "What if we all went to the Wax Museum tomorrow and then the beach? Maybe some shopping?" Niall suggested. "Nope." Darcy said. "I don't think it would have been fun." Y/N said. "You guys need to get along." I said. "Sorry, I don't get along with people who act like hoes." Darcy said. WE all just stopped eating. "You go to your room before I stab you with this fork. You can't talk to me like that. I'm your mom!" Y/N yelled at her. "You can't fucking send me to my room! You haven't like my mom in years!" Darcy yelled back. "Don't fucking cuss at me. I'll beat your ass in front of everyone. I ain't afraid to do it." Y/N warned. Darcy rolled her eyes. "Matter of fact, hand me your belt." Y/N said to me. I looked at her, shocked."I'm not gonna let you kick her ass in front of me." I told her. "Give me the belt or I'll beat you too! She's not getting away with being disrespectful to me!" "I'll call child services and LAPD." Darcy told her. "Do it Nigga!" Darcy stormed off. Y/N was about to follow her but I knew how this was gonna end bad if she did. "Nope. Sit down. I'll handle it." I told her as I stood up. "You better." Y/N huffed. "What are you gonna do? Kick my ass too?" I joked. Y/N gave me this sour ass look and I quickly got out of there.

Darcy was in her room, reading. I recognize but I didn't say anything about that. "Hey." I said as I entered. She looked at me as put the book she was reading under her pillow. "What?" She snapped. I put my hand on my chest. "Why are you snapping at me? I just saved you from a killer ass whupping. You better thank me." I said. "You're right. I'm sorry." I sat down on her bed. "So what was all that about?" I asked her. Darcy sighed. "She can't just waltz back in and act like she's my mom. She's really isn't. She barely know me." Darcy explained. "So you would rather have it like it was before?" I asked her. "Honestly, yes. You were actually starting to warm up to me." She said. "Guess I was." She smiled. "Give your mom a chance. She honestly wanted to make amends, even though it will be hard." I told Darcy. "I'll try to be nicer." "Promise?" "Promise." Darcy smiled. "Now, why were you reading one of my journals?" I asked. "I-uh-um..." She stammered. "I'll wait for my answer." Darry took a deep breath. "Itookitfromthestudy." She mashed. "Huh?" "I took it from the study." Darcy admitted. "You got it open?" I said, shocked. "With help." Of course Niall helped her. "You could have waited until I was comfortable to let you see it." "Which would have been never." Darcy commented. I rubbed my face with my hand. "I just needed answers and Y/N, you, others." Darcy said. "Did you get them?" I questioned. "Not all." "Good." "How about you tell me your account on the things that happened." Darcy suggested. "Nope." I rejected. "Come on Dad. You owe me this one." I sighed. "What do you want to know?" "Start with how you met Y/N." Darcy said. We are gonna be here forever.

A/N There you go. The next part in the series.