saving darcy h.s.

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*Emily's POV*

Everything was quiet as I laid in my temporary bed for hours after Ellie and Kayla left. That is until someone else walked in. I didn't turn to lay on my right side until I felt weight dip the bed down behind me. A person was sitting on the bed with their back turned to me.

"I'm not asleep you know." I stated propping myself up while wiping the old tears away from my eyes.

A thud sounded noting me that the person dropped their shoes to the floor. He got up and moved to the dresser and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his drawers, "Ok."

He dissapears into his closet then resurfaces a moment later with his shirt in his hand. He doesn't acknowledge that I'm in the same room as him and that I'm not acting like a hysterical lunatic like I was last night. He grabs his phone from the dresser and scrolls through it. I watch his face to try to make out any facial expressions but doesn't let them get to me.

He looks up at me, "Are you going to keep staring at me like that?"

I feel my cheeks blush and I don't know why. I ignore that and stand my ground. "Would it kill you to atleast acknowledge that I'm in the same room as you?"

"I answered you when you clearified that you weren't asleep," Harry doesn't look up from his phone.

"You didn't acknowledge at my state of being. I'm not crying hysterically anymore, I'm able to put complete sentences together. I'm awake still, but I'm not hysterical." I saw.

Harry glances at me for a split second and then returns his attention to his phone screen, "You look fine."

I'm done. I don't like the way he's acting right now. Harry's being distant all of a sudden. He's saying no more than one sentence at a time and is showing no emotion or hint that he cares. I stand to my knees on the bed and shuffle my way across it without bothering to peel back the thick duvet. I snatch Harry's phone from his hands. hiding it behind my back.

Harry's face turns to a scowl while holding his hand out to me, "Give me back my phone."

"No," I say, "Not until you tell me what's wrong. You're being distant all of a sudden and I want to know why. What happened to you? You're being rude."

He rolls his eyes, "Em, I don't have time for this. I have things to do. Now, give me back my phone!"

"No."

"Em."

"Harry."

He rolls his eyes and turns around and then faces me. "God, you're so infuriating!"

"I'm not the one being difficult. I'm more than willing to give you back your phone. All I want to know is what has been bothering you. You're the one that won't tell me. Just tell me what's wrong!"

"Fine, you want to know what's the problem? It's you, the baby, everything! I had a life before you called me on Friday. A pretty damn good one, but you just had to waltz right in and ruin it. I tried meeting a girl today that I've been interested in for quite some time now, but she called it off. Not just lunch, she ended what could have been a perfectly good relationship before it even began. Said that she feels like I don't care about her because I've been canceling a lot lately. Before you ask, no, I did not tell her about Darcy because she would have been out of the country before I could run after her. Your problems just costed me a relationship. I was crazy about that girl. I thought things would really work out.

"On top of all that, the fact that I looked past what could have happened and have been helping you just to hear you say to me that you would much rather me just be the dad that pays child support instead of being an actual father to Darcy tore me apart. Maybe I wanted to have the chance to meet her. Maybe I wanted to see her face light up when she sees you again. I do. I want to be a father. I've grown fond of the baby just by looking at some pictures and thinking about her. To hear you say that you didn't want me to be apart of her life tore me apart limb by limb.