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

Chapter 9

If each day is a present, I'd like to know where I can return Mondays. -.-

Chapter 9

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"When's she gonna wake up? I wanna talk to her again."

"Shut up, she had a big day yesterday, give the poor girl some slack."

"But-"

"Shut up!"

"Fine, I'm hungry."

"Here we go again."

"Will someone come with me?"

"I'm feeling kind of hungry too. Bye lads."

"Bye!"

"They're always hungry."

"Tell us when she wakes up, we're gonna go look around."

"Okay."

"Bye."

Hoping that only one person was in the room, I jumped up, scaring the crap out of whoever it was.

"Whatcha guys talking about?"

Liam's chocolate brown eyes were wide. "N-nothing. Niall and Zayn went to go eat and Louis and Harry went to go explore." He put emphasis on 'explore.'.

"Did you know rhinos are just fat unicorns?" I asked randomly.

He touched his chin mockingly. "I don't know, maybe." He chuckled.

"So, again who are you, how old are you, and where are you from?" I asked.

"Liam James Payne, 20 years old, and I'm from Wolverhampton in England."

"Good answer, yet rubbish at the same time." "I'd like to see you do better." He challenged.

"Okay. Darcy... Styles? 14 years old and I'm from London in England." I guessed. "Oh yeah, I'm sorry Darc. I forgot, you don't know you're middle name, I'm sorry." He apologized.

"It's fine, I'm pretty sure Harry'll come up with one." I shrugged it off.

"Yep, definitely Harry's kid," He laughed, "but I know what name he'll use for our middle name- Anne. Darcy Anne Styles. He's told a lot of people about that, and he was pretty sure when he said he wanted to name his child that. But I'm pretty sure your mum knew you'd meet your dad one day, and maybe she named you Darcy so he wouldn't be mad at her. Turns out, he's mad at her either way."

Is it just me, or are there a lot of explanations and smiles going around in this hospital? Just me? No? Okay...

"He does love me, right?" I asked randomly.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't he?" He asked, getting himself comfortable at the end of the white hospital bed.

"He forgot about me." I simply told him.

He nodded, understanding.

"I think you should move past that. Harry seems to be truly sorry about that, because we all know he loves you to death."

"But- it's hard. My mum-" I choked back something in my throat.

"My mum hurt herself because of Harry." I whispered, and Liam's eyes instantly became wide.

"What?" His tone matched mine.

"I would always find cuts and bruises on her arms, and I'd always ask her where they were from, but she would just say it was from the cat. But of course, I was 5, at the time I was oblivious to people who were lying. But soon, I figured out we didn't have a cat, so I asked her once more. She repeated, but added that it was a stray cat who wanted her food. I believed it until I was 10, the day she died. I was waiting for her to come back, so I was thinking about things. My mind made up that there were no stray cats around here, so I went to look for her. I've still been looking for her body. She may be alive, and she may be dead. No one knows, but s-she did leave me a box. She wrote, 'Don't open the box until you're 16, or you find your father." I explained while Liam listened carefully and closely.