*4 months later*
(Darcy's about 5 months at this point)
"Harry look here! Harry! Here Harry! Look here!"
Paps screaming from every corner. Darcy was wailing, the sound and flashes unsettling for her.
I swung he carriage back and forth slowly as I walked trying to calm her.
The hood of the carrier was pulled over her body, protecting her eyes from flashes.
Cries, shouts, flashes, and people was all I heard or saw on my way to the hotel.
Tomorrow is our first show since Chloe died. I am a bit nervous seeing the fans because some of them are the reasons Chloe killed herself.
Finally, reaching the hotel, I was guided in by a couple guards.
I walked toward the elevator and pressed the up button, it turning red immediately.
I knocked on the door with my foot, holding the carrier in one hand and the milk bottle in the opposite.
"What if it's a crazy fan? Harry has the key, he wouldn't be knocking."
I couldn't make out whose voice that was.
They kept rambling on who it could be. I lost my patients and started to pound on the door again.
"Guys it's me! Open the door!"
"Geez curly calm your jets!" Louis laughed.
The door flew open.
"Thank you." I shook my head and walked in.
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"Okay guys, on in 5. Good luck."
Minutes past fast and soon we were counting down from five.
Niall, Zayn, Liam, Louis then I ran onto stage.
Everyone was going wild, screaming, jumping, a couple girls crying...
We sang a couple songs. My heart started pounding, tears welling into my eyes. I ran off stage into the dressing room, Liam following me behind.
A pillow opened for my grasp, flying across the room, hitting a vase. It shattered into pieces on the floor.
"Ahh, why! Why her!" I screamed throwing myself onto the floor.
"Man, calm down. You'll be
alright !" Liam tries to calm me.
"No I won't! It's not fair that Chloe had to die because of such stupid people who couldn't except 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."
"Well I am down here Li. I'm going through pain. Do you know how hard it is to have a career, traveling world wide, and taking care of a child all at the same
time ? Do you know how hard it
is ?" i say through sobs, my voice quieter then earlier.
"We're helping you Haz. We're going to help you take care of Darcy. We will help you through everything. We are here for you. Alright?"
I thanked Liam.
"You okay?" he asks with a gentle voice.
I 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."

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Mr.Styles, It's Not Good
Fanfiction*was a short Instagram fanfiction* *written a while ago.. probably the oldest things the boys used to say and do written* *apologies for this madness*