A New Chapter. (Sequel to Darcy Anne Styles)

Chapter 3.

"Darcy's pov"

After we call, we get may texts saying that they will all be here soon.

In the meantime I go into the washroom, and use the scisors that the lady at the desk gave me, and I cut most of my wedding dress off, so it goes to my knees, and I let my hair down.

Then I lose it, in the corner of the bathroom, I sink to the floor, and my sobs shake my whole body. Out there, I try to stay strong, for Luke, but I have to let it out.

"Harry's pov"

"Can you drive any faster, Al?" I ask my wife, in a hurry to get there.

"You know I care about them all, too right Harry?" she asks, and it gets awkwardly silent.

I walk in, and see Luke rubbing his hands on his face.

"Luke" I say, and he looks up.

"Mr. Styles" He say's, and Alice goes and sits by him.

"Where's Darcy?" I ask, and Alice nods.

"In the washroom, but she took a while, so i think she needed a minute."

I nod, and go to find her, I walk around the whole hospital, and don't see her, then I go and check the ladies room, and she's there.

Her dress is in tatters around her, and her hair is down, and she is sobbing in the corner.

"Darcy" I whisper, and she looks up, and it breaks my heart.

I couldn't be here for the first boyfriend, first best friend, first crush, fight with her brother, or fight with her mother. I can be here for her for this though.

"Daddy, I could have done something, when she got sick well he was on tour, if I would have brought her in, she could have been cured" She says, my heart aching at every word.

"Darcy, this isn't your fault." I say, and it's true.

She doesn't say anything, so I sit beside her, and pull her into my chest, as she cries.

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10 minutes later, we walk out, and towards the others.

"Luke's pov"

Maria has cancer. those 3 words are swirling around in my head. Alice is sitting by me, and i'm waiting for Darcy to get back, i'm trying not to cry again.

I lost Tiana to cancer, and now i'm losing my daughter, too.

I hear a door, and see Darcy, and Harry.

Her dress is now knee length, and tattered, and her hair is down, makeup smeared all over, you can tell she has been crying, and Harry has a wet spot on his shirt.

Alice jumps up and rushes over to hug Darcy, and whisper something in her ear.

She comes and sit's beside me, and I put my hand on her knee, in a supportive way.

We wait, and people slowly show up, and finally give us masks, just in case, and say the parents plus two people for now.

Darcy and I go in alone, and she's asleep, but if it's possible she is whiter than earlier, and thinner.

Silent tears stream down my face, and Darcy's too.

I open my mouth to tell her that it's all going to be alright, but I would be lying, because we both know it won't.