Married To A Styles | H.S +UNDER EDITING+

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I wake up to Darcy crying and yelling. So I jump out of bed, suddenly awake, taking a glance back to the bed where Harry is starting to stir awake.

I swing the door open, running downstairs to where I here her. Running to the dining room, I see her sitting on the floor, holding her mouth.

"Oh, my god!" I yell, running over to her. "Darcy, what happened?"

She continues to cry, just telling me it hurts. I pull her hand away from her face and see that her nose is bleeding and her lip is busted.

I hear footsteps from behind and I think of the worst.

But when Harry comes around the corner in a panic, I sigh in relief, turning back to Darcy.

Harry runs off to get the first aid kit while I try to get Darcy to tell me the details.

"I was standing on a chair and.." She sobs, taking breathers often. "I was trying to get a bowl of cereal on top of the cabinet... And.. I slipped. And I hit my face off the table."

Harry returns with the First aid and I open it as he sits beside me on the floor.

"Now do you know why we tell you to not stand on the furniture?" I ask, pulling from the stack of wet paper towels Harry also gave me.

I give her a dry paper towel to put under her nose as I wipe up her chin and lip, it being busted up pretty bad.

I feel super nauseous, like I should run to the bathroom and be bending over the toilet right now, but I don't want to leave Darcy.

I suggest it to be the blood making me sick, even though I don't usually get queasy at the sight.

I remove the bloody paper towel from Darcys hands that she is holding under her nose.

It seems to have stopped.

I take another wet paper towel and wipe the dry blood off from underneath Darcys nose, examining her whole face now.

Nothing that major, thank god.

Her lip is busted and so is her nose, but her nose doesn't seem to be broken. She might have a bruise, though. I'm not sure.

Harry and I will probably get accused of child abuse now.

People are idiots like that.

"Next time you want cereal, please wake me or daddy up, Darcy, okay?" I ask and she nods, standing up with me.

"Which one do you want?" Harry asks, going to the cabinet.

"That one!" Darcy beams, pointing to the Frosted flakes as she sits at the table.

Harry pulls it down and goes to the kitchen, pouring a bowl.

"Do you want something to eat?" Harry asks me as he returns with 2 bowls of cereal, one for him, I guess.

I shake my head, followed by Harry frowning.

"My stomach hurts too bad." I say as Harry sits down beside me, taking a bite of his food.

"Is that the only thing that hurts?" He questions and I nod. "Do you want to run to the store and grab some medicine with me?"

I nod, walking out of the room and going up the steps, going to get some proper clothes on. I go to my dresser, pulling out an outfit. (Pictured Above)

Harry walks in as soon as I'm done changing, laughing when he sees what I'm wearing. He goes to the closet, pulling out a hoodie that says Styles 94 on it.