One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 12

First and foremost, I have to thank you all so much for getting me to my ultimate goal! 100,000 reads?! That's CRAZY! That's CRAY! Like akskjdfhabdisybads brb i'm dying.

You guys have seen me spazy, be lazy on you all when it comes to updating, and everything else. I honestly love all of you cupcakes so much, and I'd love to consider you all as family. I never thought I'd even get 100 reads when I first wrote this series, so getting me up to this mark is so precious. I love you all so much x) I hope you all enjoyed this book through it's ups and downs, it's sad and happy parts, and hopefully you will continue the adventure with me in the continuation of this odyssey of this series.

On the contrary, I've been a derp lately and have been lazy on updating. After losing a chapter that I updated, I was frusturated and just stopped writing really. School was so intense, and I joined a swim team, and I'm just so busy with my life. Yet I'm making an exception. This is huge for me and I'm going to try to update more frequently. I love you all so much! 

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4 years later...

*Fleur's POV:*


"Honey, shall I wake up Darcy?" I asked, smirking. Harry sat, facing the television, his eyes glued on a soccer match.

He waved me off. "Sure, that'd be great."

I smiled, and walked off to Darcy's room. Things had changed so much in the past couple of years. I had successfully came from Russia as "Junie Baker", managed to stay at Harry and Victoria's for a couple of months, and then sneakily planned out my steps in murdering Victoria after she had her baby, then was able to form a relationship with Harry, and now we're engaged. I smiled at my judicious ways of making this happen. I smiled at the way I sneakily slipped acid in Victoria's margarita, the way I claimed Darcy as mine, and the way I was able to persuade Harry into having a relationship with me. Of course I told him that he had nothing to worry about in us becoming partners, since we weren't family by "blood", and we didn't see eachother as "cousins".

I heard the soft murmur of Darcy as she stirred uneasily in her crib. She longed for her mother, rather I couldn't fill those expectations. I looked at her porcelain white face, her sparkling dark green orbs, and her peachy plump libs. She was rather stout, and when she giggled, her cheeks bundled up in wrinkles of baby fat. She was adorable, yet she wasn't mine. Therefore I didn't view her as my baby. And she didn't view me as her mother, rather a babysitter, whilst she waited for her actual mother to come around. But she wouldn't. I could tell by her readable eyes, how she thought of her mother bouncing her in her lap, staying up with her all night, singing her soft lullabys, playing hours of dolls and toys with her, and staying patient when she threw her canned peas across the room. Her mother was her care-giving source of warmth, rather I had gotten rid of her. And I wasn't regretful. Rather, if Harry knew what I had done, he would have literally choked with with his bare hands. I could tell that he still longed for Victoria, that the love between us wasn't as strong as the love between him and Victoria. Sure, they had a rough relationship when I had first came, but around the middle of my stay, to the end of her life, they were as strong as a rock embedded into the sand. Yet, I was the wave who surged in on them, trying to let the rock come loose, and drift off, far away, into the depths of the ocean. They were mad in love, their relationship had surely bloomed, and they were a happy family. But I couldn't take it, and I was going to do what I had intended to do from the begin. Break them apart. And so I did. Victoria's grave is only two blocks away from our mansion. Harry takes Darcy with him everyday, wrapped in a black blanket, black sunglasses donning his eyes, and they go to the cemetary together. I've followed them once, and watched as Harry cried by Victoria's grave, setting roses on the moist dirt, his tears creating a pool by her side. Darcy was, and still is, too young to understand, yet I know one day she'll understand. And It'll tear her. I've teared them...