Darcy Styles

Chapter 7

I rush to my front door. Its locked. Its my mom's way of saying "I'm kicking you out of the house. Don't come back." I decided that the only way to get in was to climb up the side of the house and crawl through my always open window. I grab onto the red rough brick of my house and pull myself up. After 20 or so more grueling pulls ups, I finally make it to my window. I quickly grab my laptop and plop on my bed. What to look up? Oh yea, Harry Styles. I type in Harry Styles in the Google search box and sure enough alot of stuff comes up. Mostly fan accounts and old pictures of him when he was in One Direction. Wow, he wasn't that bad looking. I clicked on his twitter page. Who even uses Twitter? Well he did live in the dinosaur ages. He has 9 million followers. Dang. I scroll through his tweets which mostly consit of him doing rich people things. I continue to scroll until I see one of his tweets.

@Harry_Styles

Baby Darcy Anne Styles was finally born. Isn't she cute?

Attached to it was a baby picture. My baby picture. I gasp and stare at the tweet. I'm Darcy Anne Styles. That's my baby picture. I'm Harry Styles' daughter. I imeditaly grab my diary not able to contain this to myself.

Dear Diary,

I do have a dad. I have found my dad. My dad is Harry Styles. The Harry Styles. The one from One Direction. I can't believe it. They were wrong. Jason and Claire. They were all wrong. I do have a dad. A super rich and famous dad. I feel so.....weird. I'm not used to having a dad even though I have yet to meet my supposed father. I can't believe mom has kept this from me for 15 years. How could she? What was the point? If I had known this sooner, I could have saved myself from 6 years of bullying. I could have been the cool kid. I gotta go tell someone. This is too big of a secret to keep to myself.

Yours Truly, Darcy Anne Styles

I sign my name and rush downstairs.

"Mom?" I yell. I run into her office where she usually is but its vacant.

"Mom?" I state in a softer tone. I walk into the kitchen to find a note.

Dear Darcy,

I've gone out for a little while. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just stressed out from work. We will talk about dad when I get home if you like.

Love, Mom

P.S- Your dad's name was Harry.

I gasp in shock. My dad's name is Harry. As in Harry Styles. My father is Harry Styles and it has been confirmed. I sprint up to my room and stare at me laptop. I've gotta talk to him. But how, all I know is his Twitter. Twitter. I'll make a Twitter account and talk to him on there. I press the sign up button on Twitter.

Username- Darcy_Anne

Password- ******

Age- 15

Location- U.S

Bio-

Darcy Anne Styles is my name. I'm new to this. Music is my life. Miss my dad :(

I type and press submit. My new Twitter account comes up. I put an old picture of me for my profile picture and look up Harry_Styles. I quickly press the follow button and decide to tweet him. What to say?

@Darcy_Anne

@harry_styles Hi!! I'm Darcy. You may remember me. The last you saw me was when I was 3 but you surely remember May 24, 2010? I do cause that was the day I was born.

I click the send button and instantly regret it. But it had to be done sometime.

Dear Diary,

Just tweeted my dad. I'm really scared. How will he react to his daughter he walked out on 12 years ago? Today's been a long day. I need sleep. Sorry this is lame but I needed to write.

Yours Truly, Darcy Styles