A New Chapter. (Sequel to Darcy Anne Styles)

17.

"Darcy's pov"

"Bye!" I say as my Dad, Aunt and Uncle all leave, they're finally leaving, at 12 am.

They all wave back as I turn to walk into my building. As I walk in, I get a message.

From: Dad

Lover Boy is on his way in.

I reply with:

To: Dad

Yay!

I go back into studio "F" and slip on my pointe shoes, to stretch them out, until Parker comes to do our jazz duet. As I start to stretch them out, a song comes into my mind, and I start to sing it.

  "You and I,
We're like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.
With you, I'm alive
Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide.

So stop time right here in the moonlight,
Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes.

Without you, I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.
I'm just a sad song.

With you I fall.
It's like I'm leaving all my past in silhouettes up on the wall.
With you I'm a beautiful mess.
It's like we're standing hand in hand with all our fears up on the edge.

So stop time right here in the moonlight,
Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes.

Without you, I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.

You're the perfect melody,
The only harmony
I wanna hear.
You're my favorite part of me,
With you standing next to me,
I've got nothing to fear.

Without you, I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.

Without you, I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.
I'm just a sad song. "

I turn, and see a very dumb-struck Harry Styles.

"I-I fo-forgot my uh jacket." He stutters, as I stand there quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" He asks, and I freeze.

"You never asked."

"I figured if you could you might I don't know, tell me?" He offers, sarcastically, and I wince.

"Fine, lets see, I can sing, I can dance, I've been contacted by oh about twenty modeling agency's, uh I went to school until I turned 9, then I went back to school at 15 and I got moved into grade 12 because I was ahead." I say, trying to keep a small voice.

He sighs, then quietly mutters to himself. I walk across the room and pause my mp3 player.

"Why didn't you go to school between then?" He asks suddenly, and I take a quick intake of breath.

"Flashback"

"Why do we have to live so far from school?" I mutter, as I kick a rock on the sidewalk, as I walk to school.

"Oh well, I got my allowance, so I can stop at the yummy bakery." I tell myself, cheering up.

I continue walking, and I hear the screech of tires right beside me, then a hand covers my mouth, and it all goes blurry. I start to struggle, but the hand doesn't budge, and I take a big breath, as it all goes black.

"End of flashback."

"I was kidnapped." I try to say it, lightheartedly, but it sounds more depressing then it should.