Meeting Darcy || Harry Styles (ON HIATUS + POSSIBLE REWRITING)

Chapter 1

This is my new story. Hope you like it! :D

Chapter 1

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*Darcy's P.O.V.*

      I walked inside the store, hoping I had enough money for what I needed. My long brown curls bouncing on my back while I walked towards the food section. I picked up a loaf of bread, looking at the price tag.

"$3.47"

I had a five dollar bill that I found on the streets, so me, being the stupid 14 year old I am, I picked it up and instantly came straight here.

You see, I live in the streets. I sleep in alleys with tents I build that fall apart every night. I eat... wait, I don't eat. I haven't eaten in about 4 days, which really isn't good for my health at all.

I don't even think I've ever been to a doctor. Well, from what I can remember. The only thing I remember is my mum. Every memory is my mum being sick or smiling. She died a couple years ago, yes I still wake up crying, I cry myself to sleep, I try to remember every single detail of her face, her personality, her life.

Never have I once seen, known, talked to, or heard my dad before. I don't even know his name. My mum said he just got her pregnant, then had to leave for something 'important that could change his life'.

I don't like my dad. Simple as that.

I know it's wrong to judge him when I haven't even met him, but from what his arrogant attitude sounds like, I wouldn't have wanted to meet him.

I walked over to the cash register, seeing an old lady sitting at the counter with her feet propped up on a footstool and a magazine in her hands.

It seemed that she didn't notice me yet, so I waited patiently. Hey, I may live on the streets, but it's wrong to shoplift. I've never done it not once.

"Oh, sorry hun, didn't see you there.. Need me to check that out for you?" She asked, sitting up from what looked like a comfortable position. "Thanks." I smiled, then handed her the bread. "Hey, you look like someone I've seen before. I can't think of their name though." She said, tapping her finger on her chin.

"It's a British boy, he was in the biggest boy band in the world. I know this because my granddaughter is obsessed with them. But I can't remember their names..."

"Let's see... I remember Niall... Liam... Zayn... Louis... But I can't remember the other one, I know there were 5." She tried, impatiently tapping her foot to her failed

thoughts.

"It starts with an H, but I dont know." She tried again. I was becoming impatient and hungrier by the second, but I wouldn't want to ruin her brainstorm attack.

"I'll remember it later, so come back then, but I'll scan this."

She scanned it, then told me the price. I took out the $5 bill and handed it to her. I grabbed my bread and waited for the change that I needed back. She handed me the change, smiling as she did.

I dont smile that often, but when I'm checking out, I have to smile. Normally my face is normally in a frown, since my life if like that.

"Thank you." I said, running out of the store.

I ran to 'my alley', then sat down and took out a piece of bread as fast as I could. I probably shoved the whole thing in my mouth, but hey. If you haven't eaten in 4 days, you'd do the same thing.