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

Chapter 7

I feel bad for Darcy in this one.

Chapter 7

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His eyes became watery as his mouth started trembling.

"What?" He whispered not believing me. "You're kidding. She's somewhere, you know where she is. You know. You just don't wanna tell me." He said through gritted teeth, standing up and walking slowly towards me.

"You did something to her. You probably killed her for not having me around, that's just sick Darcy. How could you do that to your mum?! She raised you until you were... God knows what age!" He yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Whatever you think about that is wrong. I've never hurt mum, the reason? I never would because she was the only person who loved me. She never forgot about me, unlike you, which is sick. Anyways, wanna know why she's gone? She died. No one knows what happened to her. No one's ever found her body. It was like she was kidnapped and never seen again, not that anyone cared for her. I was only 10 years old. We were living in alleys. Always wandering around the UK while you were living your dream, forgetting about everything that was your life before your fame. Everything was rotting away. How could you forget your own daughter?! Even you're girlfriend that seemed important enough to you to get her pregnant. You didn't care about anything!" I screamed, flailing my arms around everywhere.

His eyes instantly widened as he walked towards me. "Why you little-" He was cut off from me screaming, "HELP!"

He grabbed my arm harshly, trying to pull me out of the bed.

"Get out of the bed!" He pulled me harder.

Instantly all the boys came in the door, all their eyes widening at the sight before them.

Harry was pulling harder and harder, almost making my arm feel dislocated.

The nurse rushed in then ran out, yelling for some security. The rest of the boys tried to pry Harry off me, but it was no use. Wow, he has a strong grip.

"Please! Stop!" I repeated, trying to pull my arm away from him.

"DADDY!" I screamed, and he instantly stopped. He lowered his arms, tears still pouring down his face.

"Oh my god." He said, finally realizing what he had done.

The boys pulled him out of there quickly, not making sure Harry didn't get hurt. They probably meant to hit him with everything they saw.

"No! Stop! Let me see her!" Harry protested, trying to break free from all their grips. I finally caught a glimpse of his eyes, and they shouted regret.

I was left alone in the room. Sitting there holding my arm.

"Ow." I muttered, noticing the bruises starting to form.

A knock at the door broke me from my thoughts as I instantly became scared if it was Harry.

But luckily it wasn't.

"Can I come in?" The nurse asked quietly.

"Yeah." I said, looking down.

"Hey, sweetie, it's alright. Sometimes people just loose it and don't know what's going on. Hey-don't cry."

"I'm not crying, my eyes are watering."

"Okay." She chuckled.

"But he's not allowed to see you until you're free from the hospital, alone. He can come in with any of those boys that were with him or a security or nurse. But we're not going to let him hurt you again." She stated, smiling sadly.