Meeting Darcy || Harry Styles (ON HIATUS + POSSIBLE REWRITING)

Chapter 19

OH MY GOD GUYS I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR A FEW MONTHS! I have no other excuse besides a BIG case of writers block and I've been writing another story. When I reached 3,000 reads on it, I was like, "Okay Faith. If you get more reads on this story than this one then you write this until you can't think." And I did that. But I thought you guys should get an update, since its been around 3 months.

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It turned out that I didn't know how to do my homework...that much. Eighth grade was a little bit... for less experienced people. It wasn't that hard, since they never even asked for your homework. I don't even know how they were still a school, but they were.

And you wanna know the weirdest part about it? It was basically like night school. It was for the 'nocturnals'. At least, that's what some kids called me. But, how could I disagree with something that was completely true?

The school gave a lot of pressure on me. The homework and such. But I never really knew why I gave such an effort into it. I mean they never graded it anyways. Heck, they never asked for it. But, if I had to guess why I focused on it, it would be that I wanted to learn. I wanted to learn about things. I didn't want to be dumb as nails like the other kids in the school. I would've rather been smart than stupid and hang out with the biggest clique in school.

"Darcy?" I heard a knock at my door.

"Yeah?" I called out lightly, looking around my room. I still wasn't used to the white, but I liked it. I would've rather gotten black, or asked for black. But cherish what you have. Some kids don't have anything at all. And one of them used to be me. Lucky for me, I realized I have a dad.

Liam opened my door quietly, his head popping in.

"Your dad-"

"Harry." I corrected him.

"Harry wanted to know if you would like some pasta." He told me.

"How does he know I like pasta?" I asked Liam.

"I don't know, why don't you ask him yourself."

I shrugged, placing my book down on my bed before walking towards my door. Even the door was white! Stupid, every door is white in this house.

Liam's stubble was raised as he smiled, opening the door wider enough for me to walk through.

"Darcy, I'm really sorry for my sudden..." Liam started. "outburst yesterday."

"That happens." I shrugged. "I know I'm a difficult kid."

"That's not what I meant." He argued.

"I know what you meant." I told him.

"No you don't." He spat.

A few excruciating seconds ticked by, and I looked up at him. "Why don't you like me?" I asked.

He just shook his head, walking down the hallway towards the steps. I followed reluctantly, keeping my head down.

"Darcy!" I heard Harry's voice echo through the walls.

"Coming," I replied loudly, only my voice cracked.

As I walked down the steps, I saw all the boys and Eleanor sitting around the little island in the kitchen.

"Hey Darc!" Niall greeted, taking a bite of pasta.

A chorus of "Hi's" followed as I sat next to Eleanor. Louis was next to her, making three of us sitting on one side. Niall, Zayn, and Harry sat on the other side, but Harry was making more pasta.