Mr.Styles, It's Not Good

Harry rushed to the dressing room and screamed at the top of his lungs. Seeing the fans made him break down. He ran off the stage because he couldn't face them. The people who caused him and his beautiful girlfriend pain.

"Ahh, why! Why her!" Harry whipped a pillow across the room; hitting a vase, causing it to fall and shatter into pieces on the cold hard floor.

"Man, calm down. You'll be alright!" Liam tried to calm Harry.

"No I won't! It's not fair that Chloe had to die because of such stupid people who couldn't accept the fact that I was happy!"

"Don't worry about those people. Right now, worry about your daughter. You need to care for her."

"I wish me and Chloe could of raised her together..."

"She's in a better place now mate. She's not going through pain anymore. She's better off up there."

"Well I am down here Li. I'm going through pain. Do you know how hard it is to have a career, traveling the world, and taking care of a child all at the same time? Do you understand how hard it is?" Harry says through sobs, his voice quieter then earlier.

"We're helping you Haz. We're going to help you take care of Darcy. We're going to help you through everything. We're here for you. Alright?"

"Thanks Li."

"You okay?" Liam asked with his gentle voice.

Harry sighed.

"Ya, just stressed. I just don't see why Chloe had to end her life just because of stupid people. It's not fair. If only they knew what that did to me." He wiped a tear away.

"They're not important. They aren't worth your time. Come on, we have a crowd of people waiting for us out there. They're the people that care, and that's why they are still out there cheering your name waiting for you to come back. They love you man and the boys and I love you too." Liam says trying to convince and calm Harry.

Harry says nothing. He gets up from the chair. Liam following close behind.

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"Come on Darc, open up for Uncle Louis. Aren't you hungry?"

"No, I want mommy."

"Listen sweetie," Louis grabbed 6 month old Darcy's, little hand.

"Mommy isn't here right now. What about daddy?"

Maria shook her head.

"Niall! Come show Darcy how to eat."

Niall pranced through the room with a smile on his face.

"Hey baby, what uncle Niall to show you how to eat?" He giggled.

A little smile grew upon her red face from crying.

Niall grabbed a spoonful a mushed carrots, and shoved it straight in his mouth.

"Mmm it's.....good." He tried to say with the most convincing voice and smile.

"No!" Darcy shouted and started to cry again.

"What if Uncle Niall feeds you?" Louis asked the small child.

"No! Mommy, Mommy!"

Niall pulled Darcy out of her chair. He held her in his arms and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Mommy's not here sweetie. Want daddy?"

"Mommy!"

"What about.....the tickle monster!"