The Darcy Project

Chapter 17

I couldn't remember much about that happened. I know that I fell asleep that first night with nothing above the ordinary happening. The next day, when I woke up, Harry was gone. The house was empty and there wasn't anyone around. On the bed was a note, from Harry, stating that they were all called in for a meeting with Management. Apparently, Paul had brought my car out to the front. With a sigh, I rolled out of Harry's bed and went for a shower.

After I changed into clothes that I had borrowed from Sheena, I grabbed my phone and opened it up. My breath caught in my throat as I read through the feed.

It mostly consisted of people thinking I wasn't good enough for Harry. A text from my mum and Kim.

From Mum;

Christiana Marie Eclavea if you do not reply back by noon, I will contact the authorities. So help me god I will.

From Kim;

Dude! Where are you? Your mom was on my case last night! You should have at least texted me to cover for you. D:

I rolled my eyes, ignoring both texts. It was only nine, I had three hours. I unlocked my phone and Instagram opened, meaning I had recent activity. All hope was drained as I read the new mentions on Louis' photo. Without a second thought, I changed my username.

The fans had proceeded to comment on my own photos, raging on about how ugly or pathetic I was. My eyes closed and I took a deep breath, trying to force myself to be okay with this. I locked my phone and shoved it into my back pocket. As I walked downstairs, I noticed that Sheena was missing as well. With a shrug, I walked out the door and to my car.

Truthfully, I did have a lot of explaining to do. Thanks to Instagram's newest update, it would be easier. As I sat in my car, I took my phone and unlocked it, turning on my video camera. I hit record and smiled at the screen. I only had fifteen seconds. Short and sweet.

"Hey, guys. I know you all hate me, but I really don't care. My life. Kisses."

I blew a kiss to the camera and stopped the recording. I uploaded the short video to Instagram with the comment;

@_skywayavenue: And the truth shall set you free. xx

With that quick video uploading, I drove back to my flat. I didn't know what was in store for me.

Thirty Minutes Later

I pulled my car into an empty spot just outside my flat. After cutting the engine, I opened the car and for out. My attention was immediately drawn to the entrance of the complex. There were dozens of people standing outside the door, shrieking and pounding on the glass. I was startled, unsure of what to do.

Then, one girl with red locks that looked completely out of place looked towards me. She let out a scream and pointed a stubby finger in my direction. "There she is!" she shrieked at no one in particular. But it seemed to start a chain reaction. Within seconds, more than half of the crowd ran towards me.

My mind didn't process what was happening. But as soon as I realized what was going on, I stepped away from them, trying to get into the building. I pulled the hood of the jumper I was wearing up. Only at that moment I realized it was Harry's jumper. I was grateful that I didn't leave my shades in my car.

I was well aware of what they were saying.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

You're nothing but a pathetic piece of shit!

Go crawl back under the troll bridge, bitch!

You have no right to even look at Harry!

I pushed past them, towards the entrance of the complex. Their bickering calls continued as Howard, the doorman of the complex, opened the door. Fury built up inside me. I turned around and glared at them.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you! You have no right to call yourself a Directioner if you hate me just for taking a photo with Harry Styles!" I turned, stalking into my building.

I climbed the flights of stairs to the twenty-third floor. Thankfully, I had no surprises awaiting my arrival. I pulled my key ring out of my pocket as I approached the door to the flat. As I slid the key into the lock and opened the door, I was met by an infuriated mother

"Christiana Marie Eclavea, you are in a heap of trouble."