The Darcy Project

** Chapter Sixteen **

'Ello everyone! Here's the next chapter of The Darcy Project! And to think I almost gave up on this fanfic. Did Harry really say he wanted a daughter named Sydney? What the heck happened to Darcy? Anyways, for the next chapter (17) to be posted, I would really like at least 5 votes on this chapter. That's not really much to ask for.

Okiedokie. Xo, Christy xx

Chapter Sixteen

I eventually found Sheena's room. Er, technically it was Niall's. It seemed she had made herself at home here. The room was empty, but it was obviously the right room. I walked inside and over to the drawers against the wall. I dug through the draws until I found pajama pants. With a smile, I turned and walked out of the room. The shirt Harry had tossed to me was hanging loosely over my shoulder. I made my way to the bathroom.'

I rinsed myself off, grateful for the time alone. It gave me a chance to reflect on the entire day. Harry fucking Styles. I couldn't believe it still. Even though I was standing in his shower.. Or, was it the lad's shower? It seemed they were all staying here. I suppose.

When I was done, I got out and took a towel from what looked like a guest rack. I dried myself off and pulled on the pajamas. I looked down at Harry's shirt and cursed under my breath. The shirt was really big on me. I walked out of the bathroom drying my hair with the towel. I came back to the room to find Harry laying on the bed in boxers and a shirt. He looked at me with a raised brow.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and tossed the towel at him, "I'm not sleeping, doof." I walked over and sat on the opposite side of the bed. He tossed the towel onto the floor and climbed under the blanket. I bit the inside of my cheek and got in as well.I faced him, laying on my side. He did the same. I had to think of the next sentence that came out of my mouth before actually speaking it. "Harry, why did you ask me to stay?" I looked at him.

Harry seemed to ponder over the question. But when he spoke, I realized he meant what he was saying. He sighed softly, "Christy, there's something about you. You're not like those rich and famous celebrities. You're not like other fans. You don't look at me and see Harry Styles from One Direction. You see Harry Styles from the bakery in Holmes Chapel.  You don't want me just 'cause I'm famous-"

I was about to intterupt when he narrowed his eyes at me and continued, "Don't say they don't want me for that. Look at what happened with Taylor."

I nodded, of course I remembered the Haylor incident. I remember how she wrote a song about him. I remembered the entire affair, but I didn't push on it.

Harry reached out to gently carress my cheek. His simple gestures sent my heart flying. I smiled at him. "You just mean something to me. I don't know what it is, but I don't feel like letting you go quite yet." "Don't you have a tour?" I asked silently.

"It's just a tour," he chuckled. "Of course I'm gonna have to go, but I'll always have my phone."

I sighed softly, "Let's.. Let's go to bed."

He nodded in agreement and held his arms open, "You're too far."

I blushed slightly and got closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me and murmered a good-night into my head. "Good-night," I whispered and closed my eyes.