(Imagine 2)
Daddy Needs To Leave (AU):
The year was 1997, your fiancée's band was getting bigger and bigger by the second. You watched your beautiful 7 year old daughter, Darcy Styles, running around the living room passing by the platinum albums hung up on the wall next to the family pictures.
"Daddy!," Darcy squealed running into your fiancée's arms.
"Sup Darcy," He gave her a head nod as if she was one of his drinking buddies, instead of his daughter. "Tonight is my dance recital!," She grinned, not noticing how he treated her, after all he was her father - her hero - her knight and shinning armor. He was everything to her.
"Yeah, whatever Darcy." He shrugged passed her and into the kitchen
"Mommy is going, will you be able to make it daddy?," Her innocent gaze met his. "Darcy. We went over this, daddy needs to leave." Harry popped open the cap of the canned beer.
And to set the record straight, Harry was never like this, ever. He was an amazing boyfriend and an even more amazing father, but the monster named fame took over him. Nowadays you don't even recognize him as the same Harry from years back.
"Why do you always have to go?," Darcy pouted
"(Y/N), please get your daughter away," Harry spat, your eyes widened, he never took it this far. Darcy's beautiful green eyes - which resembled his - got glossy, her pink plump lips - which she gets from you - began to quiver.
"Get out!," You barked, grabbing Darcy close, walking up the stairs of the large house. Darcy cried uncontrollably in your arms.
"(Y/N)!," Harry called and ran after you, but you were quicker, slipping into Darcy's room laying her on the queen sized bed.
"Baby," You cooed, locking the door then walking back to your crying daughter. She dug her head into your chest as she cried.
"(Y/N)! Darcy! Wake up," Harry yelled on the other side, making Darcy cry harder. You rubbed her back, pulling her brown hair into a sloppy ponytail.
"Listen, baby girl, I want you to stop crying. He took it too far. Know that I love you so much," You kissed the top of her head. "I love you too, mommy." Darcy whispered into your shirt
"Now, go get showered." You wiped tears off her cheek and yours, she nodded obediently, and walked into her bathroom.
More tears escaped your eyes when you heard the doorknob jiggle. You sighed, opening it, revealing Harry; he tried pushing past you - but, again, you were faster, pushing him back, locking the door behind you.
You shoved him into the master bedroom, you two shared. "(Y/N)," Harry began before you cut him off
"Stop, Harry, I'm done with all your bullshit. You've changed, so much, its effecting not only your fucked up life, but as well as your daughters life. And I'm not putting up with anymore of your shit." You snapped.
"She's my daughter too!," He shouted
"You sure as hell don't treat her like it," You shot back
"So what now?," Harry ran his fingers through his hair, knowing that you liked when he did that, you sighed - looking down.
"I'm finished."
Harry looked up, frowning, "You cant be 'finished'." You walked into the closet, taking out the small suitcase, throwing random piece of clothing into it.
