The Darcy Project

** Chapter Six **

Harry remained speechless for the next few minutes or so. The memories of my childhood rushed back to me. I could remember being afraid, being scared. Then one day, my mum got home from work early and she had seen him for who he truly was.

A monster.

"Christy.." Harry murmured. His eyes had been shut and I shook my head. I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

I could tell that he felt the tear land in his palm. I could tell his eyes snapped open and looked at me. I could tell that somehow he felt my pain.

He shook his head and leaned forward, kissing the tear away. "Please, don't cry. It's all over."

I opened my eyes and I found myself face-to-face with him. He was looking into my eyes. I think that he felt my pain, really understood. His face looked strained.

I didn't know what was gonna happen, Harry appeared to be thinking it over also.

He pulled back. Not what I was expecting. I took a deep breath to recollect myself and sat straight in the seat again, buckling up. Harry did the same and started the car again. He pulled onto the road again and started driving.

I kept my head down, quiet. I didn't tell anyone about what happened with my stepdad. Only my mom, sister and Kim. Yet there I was, explaining it to Harry Styles. Great.

After five minutes of driving, Harry glanced at me and said, "Christy. I want us to get to know each other better. But, I don't want you to like me becos' I'm famous."  

I nodded, "I understand that."

He smiled, "Good. And I really do like you."

My breath hitched and I think I blushed. Harry chuckled and and pulled up in front of a house. It was kinda big, enough for a family. He shut down the engine and got out of the car. I was about to open the door when he was already there, holding it open for me.

"You walk fast. Those long legs come in handy?" I smiled and took the hand he held out for me.

He chuckled and intertwined our fingers, my heart racing again.  

"Will you tell me where exactly you've kidnapped me to?" I murmured.

"It's not kidnap. You came at will," he grinned and winked at me.

Harry strolled next to me towards the artful bluish-green door. It reminded me an awful lot of Louis' eye color. I expected him to knock, but nope. He pulled a key out and unlocked the door.

He stepped back and smiled at me, "Ladies first."

I blushed and stepped through the door. I felt him step in behind me and close the door- loudly.

"Harry Styles!" I heard someone call out from my far right.  

I knew that voice anywhere. It was the one and only Irish hunk, Niall Horan.

I looked at Harry. He shrugged and chuckled, leading us into what was assumably a living room. I sat on the couch and he sat down next to me, his arm draped back across the cushion.

Then the yell came out again, "Harry Edward Styles!"

Niall ran into the living room, his brown-blonde hair tousled up roughly. He looked fumed, but saw me and smiled. What is up with these boys?

"Ello Christy," he said to me.  

"H..Hi Niall," I replied. Obviously, I was surprised he knew my name.

Niall chuckled, then saw Harry glaring at him. What's wrong with him? I thought to myself.

"Harry Styles, you ate the last Oreos and didn't replace them?!" Niall glared at him.

I did my best to hide my laughter. Apparently, so did Harry.

"Sorry, mate. I'll buy three boxes next time I'm out," he smiled cheekily at Niall.

Niall's face lit up instantly and he nodded, running back to wherever it was he came from.  

I turned to Harry with a smug smile on my face, "You share a flat with Niall?"

Harry shrugged, "Somewhat."

I giggled and Harry asked me if I wanted something to drink. I just asked for water.  

He got up and walked in the direction Niall had came from.

Footsteps pounded. It sounded as if someone were jumping and running down the stairs. As my suspicions were correct, Louis' face popped out in the doorway.  

"Christy!" he exclaimed happily.

Louis ran into the room and jumped on the couch next to me. He seemed fairly happy. 

"Harry said you were gonna come over!" he grinned.

"He.. Did?" I tilted my head.  

He nodded and smiled, leaning back into the couch.

The bloody boy had this planned out.