saving darcy h.s.

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Emily's POV

Harry pulled into the parking garage and parked in his usual spot. I was awake from when Harry shook me earlier and he gave me his key card, "You can go upstairs and unlock the room and head to my bed. I'll get your dress and shoes from the back for you and meet you up there."


I protested his offer and said I could carry my own stuff by myself and that I could walk with him but Harry leaned across and opened the passenger door before shoving me out and locking the car before I could open it. I growled in response to his little- childish games but started walking to the street because I was cold in just the sweats, hoodie and socks I was wearing. The lobby wasn't as pretty as it was a couple days ago, but the new, small fall decorations that were scattered around the lobby brightened up the place in way.

I smiled at the grumpy women who was at the front desk. She eyed my outfit. Probably thought I was an annoying, irresponsible teenager who would reck the hotel when given the chance by the way I was dressed. She didn't smile back, only nodded in acknowledgement at my presence. It was sort of a step since she never really looked Harry nor I the first couple times we walked through. I got warmer in the elevator as I rode up to the 8th floor.

When I looked down the hall and toward the direction that Harry's room was, I saw someone sitting on the floor infront of the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. That's not right, all of Harry's friends have a key to get in so they wouldn't be sitting outside the door and none of the girls have nearly bleach blonde hair. I looked down the hallways to my right. No one was sitting outside of the doorways. Maybe I'm supposed to turn right instead of left.

As I walked to the right, the room numbers grew by even numbers, not odds; and I specifically remember Harry's room being an odd number. I stopped at the third door on the right knew that I was wrong about turning right at the elevator. I turned back around and walked until I reached the other third door past the elevator where the women was sitting. She was scrolling through pictures on her phone. Her puffy coat making her looking bigger than I'm sure she wactually was and her purse sat on the floor with the strap still around her forearm.

I stopped infront of the strange women. Now that I'm looking down at her I can see that her roots are a brunette color, similar to mine which means that she's in dier need of a root touch-up. "Excuse me, ma'am, can I help with you something?"

The women looked up with tired eyes, but suddenly seemed to be filled with energy when she saw my face. "Emmy?" Her voice was almost a whisper, but at the same time was filled with hope and excitement.

I recognized her within a couple seconds. "Mum?"

A hueg smile appeared across her face and she engulfed me in a huge hug. "Sweety, I'm so sorry about everythitng's that happened! I heard about early this morning on the news when I got home from work. I dropped everything and drove to your appartment but the mailman in your building said you hadn't been there for a few days and said that your mail was transfered here for now so I drove here and waited when no one answered the door." She let go of me and of course, being the overly OCD person that she is, she took in my appearance and gave a look of disgust at my outfit which annoyed me greatly.

I haven't even been here with her and she's already judging my appearance. I sighed as she still looked at Harry's clothes on my body and walked towards the door, "Let's go inside, we can talk in the living room." I unlocked the door and let my mum in first and made sure to keep the door cracked for Harry when he returns. I put the key exactly where Harry puts it whenever we get back from somewhere; in the bowl in the entrance of the hotel suite.

I told my mum where she could put her coat and she showed a surprised expression at me not offering to take it for her. I asked if she wanted anything to eat or drink to make up for it but she declned. My mum followed me into the living room and sat on the couch parallel to the one I sat on. I heard rustling in the hallway to the front door and knew it was Harry. I heard him walk back to his room and I watched as my mum looked around the expensive suite.

"You'll have to tell me about your job, dear. It must be nice if you can afford this place, although, your appartment building didn't look near as nice as the lobby of this place, so I don't see why you can't afford a better place to actually live." My mum stated.

I cleared my throat, "Actually, I'm not paying to stay here-"

Before I could explain that I was staying with my ex, my bestfriend and her boyfriend who happened to be my ex's bandmate to my mother, Harry rounded the corner of the hallway into the living room with his pillow and blanket to sleep on the couch. With this women here, there was no way he would be sleeping during the day. I gave him a pleading look and he looked up at my mother.

"Goodmorning, Mr. Styles."

Harry gave a nod toward the women across the room, "Hello, Mrs. Mayes."

I inched a little to my right to give Harry a hint that I wanted him here with me. I watched as my mum flamed her eyes at Harry while he moved to sit next to me.

"I, uh, I didn't know you two were back together." She stammered in surprise. She obviously hated the taste of those words coming out of her mouth.

"We're not together. After everything else that's happened after Darcy was taken, I offered Emily and her friend to stay with me and my bandmate until things recovered completely or got better." Harry explained. His elbows were on his knees causing him to hunch forward and his hands were clasped together infront of him. He remained perfectly calm and relaxed, but I was completely uncomfortable with my mum showing up at his hotel room door randomly at 9 in the morning.

My mum didn't acknowledge Harry's explaination. She only talked to me, "How does your friend feel about being drug into the middle of this drama and having to stay with two strange boys, hm?"

"Actually, she's dating Harry's bandmate so she feels comfortable." I said a matter-of-factly. I felt proud that I could give an answer to my mum that didn't expect to hear and that proves I'm making responsible decisions on my own that won't put me in danger. It's all about proving myself to her.

The look on her face confirms to me that I did just what I had hoped to. My mum didn't say anything so I asked, "Why exactly are you here?"

"Well, honey- I told you. After I heard everything on the news, I dropped everything and drove all this way to come see you; to come see how you were doing. No mother should go through this. You are so strong sweety, I wouldn't be able to do this alone like you."