saving darcy h.s.

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Harry sat down in front of me and I felt a little embarrassed that I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I only knew him as the dorky guy from school that liked to make horrible knock knock jokes. Looking at him now, he's, for lack if a better word, hot. With skinny jeans and a hoodie on its easy to see that he didn't do much of anything today, or he just doesn't care about his appearance. I finally force myself to look down at my coffee. God, was this awkward.

"Hey," my voice gave in and showed that I was shy.

He nodded, "How are you doing?"

Oh, I'm fine. I came home from work today and found my roommate lying in her own blood, our daughter's room a reck, our daughter missing, and her name spelt out on the living room floor with her toys. I couldn't be better.

"I'm good, how are you?" I took a sip of my coffee.

"I'm good. Great actually. Things have been great." He said.

"How was the X-Factor?" I found myself coming up with questions that I've wondered about over the past year. I'm getting a little more comfortable each second I sit in this awkward situation with Harry.

"It was loads of fun. I met some great people. We didn't win, but we made third place." He stated.

"We?"

"Oh, yah. Before we went onto the judges house Simon Cowell, one of the judges, put me and four other lads together in a group." He explained.

"Oh. Well, glad you made some friends." Why did I say that? That sounded so stupid. Of course Harry would have friends. I mean, look at him! I'm sure he's all everyone that knows him ever talks about.

Harry chuckled to himself at my comment and I could feel my face growing pink. How embarrassing. "You didn't sound exactly happy on the phone. What did you want to talk about on the phone? Look, if you need more money, I can give it to you. Just tell me the amount and I'll change it--"

"No, no, no, Harry. I don't need anymore money. The hospital and doctor's appointments have been paid for. I'm fine."

"Then why did you want to meet?" His face held a puzzled expression.

"Uh, earlier this afternoon, after I got home from work, I found my roommate dead on the kitchen floor, lying in her own blood." My voice got weaker as I remembered how she looked.

Harry stopped eating his donut, "Oh, ehm, I'm sorry."

I could tell he didn't understand how he tied in with all of this. He felt awkward that out of all these months of being apart, my roommate, who he has never met, gets killed and I come crying to him for help. "I'm not finished. I went up to Darcy's-- Our, daughter's room and the room was a reck. Furniture was broken and pushed over, her drawers were pulled out of her dresser and her clothes were strewn all over the floor."

Harry watched me intently as I explained everything to him.

"I couldn't find her anywhere. I called the police and they are looking into it, but while they were gathering evidence, I noticed her toys on the living room floor spelt out her name. Harry, someone took her, and whoever did it knows her and I personally. Harry, I'm scared. I don't know what to do! What if they kill her? What if they come after me next? What if they try to kill me?"

Harry leaned across the table and took one of my hands in his, "Hey, hey. You said the police were looking into it right? Then they're going to find whoever did this. No worries."

"No worries? No worries! How could you say that? They took our daughter. They took your daughter, Harry. Your own flesh and blood. You're her father whether you like it or not."