Daughter of Swift + Bk 4 (Haylor&DustinFF) (Completed)

Chapter 7 ~ Look This Way

Justin’s POV:

My fingers move across the piano keys in quick movements, such beautiful sounds, drift around the room. The smile is sparkly and amazing and meant for me, and me only. A glass of water in the hands of Darcy, she looks content, she looks happy, and that’s because of me. Grinning I play the ending of the song. Clapping fills my ears, and I get up to be beside Darcy. Smiling I wrap her in a long lingering hug. Two days after coming around to Darcy’s, I’ve succeeded in getting her out of her home; I’ve come round each morning ever since, and only today I succeeded in having her away from the comfort of the window.

I was happy to have her, I wasn’t sure how it happened the other day, when I kissed Darcy, I wasn’t sure how I felt about her still, I knew what I wanted for her, I knew how I was going to help her, and I was slowing figuring out how. She grinned at me; she sipped her water, and licked her lips of the lunch I prepared for her. I knew these last two days she ate, cause I made it for her, and ate it with her, I don’t know about her drinking, by the evening I was gone, and when I left she was always asleep on the couch, she knew when I left her, well who wouldn’t know? I was where he head rested, her head rested on my gut, and I find my fingers exploring through her hair. I hadn’t kissed her like we had the other day, I wasn’t sure she wanted to kiss, and I wasn’t sure if I was game enough to explore that part of the relationship we were slowly building.

Darcy put her glass beside her on the coffee table, and she leaned on my stomach looking at me, her eyes hold mine, I find myself staring down at her, staring, staring, lost, just so lost within her, her beauty, her everything. I sigh, and Darcy’s eyes slide closed, I could get use to this arrangement. I could get use to having Darcy this close, this trusting.

Harry’s POV:

I watched Taylor move about in front of me, I watched her every move, her every breath, her eyes flicked to mine. She turned away. She was guilty I knew it, she couldn’t hide it. I was frightened that she was developing feelings for Ed. But I knew she had a point, she needed interaction to talk, I wasn’t going to stop her, but she couldn’t speak to me, didn’t she think it ate at me? It did, all day everyday, I couldn’t help Darcy or her, I was in a deep end, and I couldn’t save myself, or them. I had to let Taylor talk as much as I disliked Ed; I had to let them talk. I sighed; Taylor didn’t look at me again.

I watched her though, she knew I was upset because of Darcy, I called her everyday left messages, no return calls no nothing. I was upset, I considered driving to see her, Taylor wouldn’t go, she was hurt, and she wasn’t going to go anywhere near Darcy till she felt she could. I felt I couldn’t go near Darcy, but I knew she’d be falling down the stairs more, and I wanted her to be alright, and if that meant, an argument, and breaking each bottle of wine before her eyes I would. But I knew that wouldn’t solve it, before all this Taylor and I spoke about it, and she told me I was insane and crazy and would have no part in it. I understood that but I wanted to try to step up to her again. I dialled her home number, straight to message bank. Then I remembered Justin, maybe just maybe she was with him.

I dialled a mobile number, Darcy’s mobile number. I never tried her mobile before. It rang for two rings before being picked up.

“Hello Darcy its Dad” I said into the phone.

Taylor looked up from where she was working.

“Hi Mr Styles” said a voice, a voice which wasn’t Darcy’s but Justin’s.

I smiled, knowing what was going on all along.

“Hello Justin” I said “Darcy there?”

“Yes she’s here, but she is resting” he tells me.