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

Chapter 3

Sorry for the slow update. :( Homework... -.-

Chapter 3

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Darcy's P.O.V.

I opened the door to the supermarket with my hood covering my face. I slid my hands in my pocket, casually as I strolled over to the drinks. As I walked pass the magazines, a name caught my eye,

'Harry Styles goes crazy to go to London to find someone he claims that's important.'

I guess it caught my eye because of the name Styles. That guy Juan and the guy on the elevator both said I look just like Harry Styles, and may I admit, I really do.

We both have the same color hair, eyes, and we both have the same nose.

Weird.

I picked one of the magazines up and flipped right to the page. It read,

'Crazy much? One Direction's band member Harry Styles goes crazy to get to London immediately. Some paparazzi caught him and started asking many questions. One being, "Who're you going to find?" Harry answered with, "My baby." And left to catch his ride. We all know that if he had a girlfriend, he'd call her baby. But he's currently single at the moment and he doesn't have any children. Or maybe he does. We'll keep you caught up in his celebrity life when he explains the problem.'

Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn't. And I could be his baby.

No. I can't. It's not possible. At all.

I shake the thought out of my head and walk towards the drinks. I grab a pepsi and head towards the cashier. I reach in my pocket and grab a few coins I have. When I walk up there he doesn't seem to notice me, thankfully.

"Hello." The cashier greets me, not looking up at my face. "Hi." I say in a higher voice than normal.

She scanned the pepsi, asking for the money. I hand her the coins, taking the pepsi out of her hands and quickly walking out the doors, shielding my face from other pedistrians walking along the sidewalk.

I walk towards the street, running as fast as I could to not be hit by a rambunctious car probably speeding. 'Cause it'd be just my luck if the one person out of the whole street was the only one speeding, yet I coincidently chose that lane to run in.

I don't even know why I'm complaining, I'm not dead...

Yet.

The walk towards an unfamiliar alley frightened me. I have no idea where I'm going to go, where I'm going to sleep, how I'm going to eat...

That rhymes! Darcy, not the time.

I passed some shops, most of them being innapropriate stores, especially for kids around my age that have no idea what any of those things are. I loved the fact that some of the stores were beautiful old-fashioned music, people like Patsy Cline, Sugarland, Dixie Chicks, Jonsi, The Script, The Fray, Train,  Taylor Swift, Paramore, Rascal Flatts, Johnny Cash, Snow Patrol, country people like that.

If you haven't noticed, I actually enjoy music a lot. And, secretly, when I'm feeling depressed, I sing to myself sometimes. I  don't know if I'm any good or not, but I do calm myself down, which a very skilled singer would have to do that to me.

Good luck sleeping tonight, though Darc.

It starts to get dark, even though it's only 8:50, so I turned into a alley. As you can tell, I do have my own thinking reputation of sleeping in alleys, so I apologize if in the future I do that. But it's not my fault, it's my 'dad's' fault.