My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3~ Seriously? Thanks A Lot Mom...

Harry's POV

I was awoken by a loud clap of thunder. When I heard it I shot up. And I'm not afraid to admit. I am terrified of thunder. I was thinking about what Darci said earlier. "Don't be afraid to wake me up if you need anything" I thought about it for a minute. No, I'm not gonna wake her- BOOM! Nope I'm gone. I quietly ran up stairs and slipped into Darci's room. "Harry?" She asked. "Um I'm kinda like um." "Scared?" She finished my sentence. "Come on Styles, plenty of room." I climbed in her bed. Thank god I was wearing boxers. I had to get to sleep because I had a huge surprise for Darci, huge.

Darci's POV

I was waken up by someone calling my name and shaking me. "Whaaat?" I moaned. "I have a surprise for you get your lazy butt up!" Harry said. I looked at my clock. "Buts it's 5:30 in the morning!!" I whined. I looked at him. He was already dressed. I sighed and got up. I grabbed some capris and a sleeveless shirt. I got dressed and quickly straightened my thinish hair. I left a note for Kendall: Ken, Harry is taking me somewhere I don't know where, probably going to get me a new guitar since Kym literally smashed the other one, love you. Darci.

I wrote it in my messy handwriting and slipped the note under his closed door. I checked out my cheek which was slightly bruised. It was now 5:45. I slipped on my sandals and we were out the door by 5:50. "Can you at least say where we're going?" "Dallas" was all he said back.

The ride there consisted of me flipping through various stations, looking at my bruises and trying not to fall asleep. Well, I failed. I slowly nodded off to the sound of Harry quietly singing a song on the radio.

I was woken up again by him shaking me. My head was on the window of his car. I looked at him and he just laughed. "Shut up, I get tired a lot. Especially now since someone woke me up at 2 on the morning." I said a little annoyed. He got out and came around to open the door. "Um, thanks." I said awkwardly. I don't know why but I found it a little awkward to be around him. I don't know, it's just. He's Harry Styles and I'm Darci Davis. It's weird. I thought I loved him with all my heart. And trust me I do. But there's something there that's just- "Are you okay Darci?" Harry asked. "Yeah. Just tired. So what's the big-" I stopped mid sentence. We walked into this huge Guitar Center. Beautiful guitars were everywhere. "Oh um whoa." I stuttered. I was speechless. "My old guitar was just a hand-me-down from one of my friends that moved to Florida. I've never been to an actual like.. Store." I said. "Well come on. Get one you like. Don't worry about the price either. It all on me." I looked at him. "No, I can't do that." "Yeah you can, it's my fault your sister broke yours in the first place." He said barely letting me finish my sentence. "Fine." I sighed. We looked around for literally two minutes and then. I saw it. It was beautiful. Perfect. On the third rack, there was a simple guitar. But it had a paw print and plus sign, both orange, on it like one of Ed Sheeran's. "That's it! Right there!" I said pointing to the guitar. Harry smiled and got it down for me. I clapped my hands together in excitement. While Harry was checking out, I started walking around. I was looking at the electric guitars until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around expecting Harry. "Ready to go Har-" I said as I turned. I stopped mid sentence well, because it wasn't Harry.

"Um, what, how, why are you here?" I stuttered. I took a step back because I was just. Wow. "Are you okay love?" Chris Martin asked. Yes. THE Chris Martin from Coldplay. I nodded in excitement. "I love your songs! My brother and dad would always sing them to me!" I said. "That's really cool. Do you mind playing one for me?" He asked. I looked at him. "Um yeah, one sec." I said running towards the check out counter. "Harry Edward Styles. I swear. If this is part of your surprise. I will kill you." I growled at him. I told him I hated singing in front of people. Oh well. I ran back to where Chris was. "Hey, sorry. I had to get my guitar." I explained. He nodded. "What song are you going to sing love?" He asked. "One that my brother and I love." I said already tearing up at the memories of me and my brother listening to our dad sing us the song. I started playing Yellow.