Til Kingdom Come [Harry Styles- Bk 4]

ch.30 Your daughter

I let Farah sleep in peace while I headed to my desk to get some work done. I felt as though I had a saga to write about, and yet, I had no energy to lift my pencil.

Instead, I stared at my journal and clutched my pen for about an hour.  Quiet, muffled tears sounded from close by. I turned to see Farah had woken up and was hidden under her blankets. I loosened the cloth and held her to my chest. Her cheeks were wet, but I had barely heard her cry-- not that I wasn't attentive, but she was just so damn quiet.

"Baby, please speak up so I can help you," I whispered.

Farah blinked. A stray tear drop curled down her puffy cheeks. I kissed the rosiness out of those chubby cheeks.

I walked over to the kids' room and my eye fell to Darcy's desk. Then it fell to the piece of paper poking out of her drawer. I gasped quietly. It was the note.

I started to pace around the room, mumbling to Farah all the while.

"I can't read it, she would find out and I'd lose her trust," I grumbled.

Farah's eyes followed mine, as though we were the same person.

"Should I read it, Farah?" I asked her softly, trying not to laugh at how insane I sounded talking to my newborn.

Farah stared at me with unblinking eyes. The phone rang. I sighed in relief of the distraction.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Mrs. Styles?" a woman's voice asked eagerly.

"Yes."

The woman sighed loudly, as if forced to follow through something that made her very uncomfortable. 

"Would it be possible for you and your husband to come down to the school? I have something very, very important to share with you,"  she asked urgently.

I swallowed hard. Was it Darcy? Had she kissed the boy in class? Did she hit him instead? Did he do something to her?!

"Are my children okay?" I asked hurriedly, clutching Farah even closer.

"Yes, yes they are fine" she reassured me.

"Then what is the problem?" I asked carefully, not meaning to sound rude. Why was she even calling me if nothing was wrong?

"Well, I think it would be best if I spoke to you and your husband face to face" she explained vaguely.

"Ok" I whispered.

I took my purse in one arm and Farah in the other.

***

When I arrived at the school office, Harry was already there, gripping his hands together as though restraining himself. I sighed and smiled in the same breath. I remember when he used to restrain himself around me, way back when we first started seeing each other...

He had his official police attire on, complete with his sturdy baton and handcuffs sticking out his back pockets. The woman at the front desk, the one that had called me, was gawking at Harry. There were literally stains of drool on the corners of her mouth. I cleared my throat extremely loudly.

Her eyes met mine instead of Harry's crotch. She swallowed hard and turned her attention to her computer.

Harry stood up when he saw me. He kissed my cheek and took Farah from me. He held her against his chest, as if she was a china doll that would keep his hands occupied while thoughts pulsed in his mind.

"Des" Harry grumbled. "He did something. I know it. I know it" he repeated, shaking his head at the ground.

"And why would you assume that? The phone call didn't specify who it was, for all we know, it could be about J.D." I defended calmly. There was no reason for Harry to treat Des like a criminal; Harry of all people should know what it feels like to be labeled as something degrading...