Identity (Harry Styles FanFic) BOOK 1

Chapter 4: The Secrets I Keep

Chapter 4:

The Secrets I Keep

It's been four days since I've had the key. In that time I've put it on a chain, wearing around my neck, the safest place I had for it. I still carried my drawings in pocket everywhere I went, and I have no idea why. Nothing to me was simple anymore, my parents weren't them, they weren't the people I thought they were. But who were they exactly? Who knows? I let out an exasperated sigh. I fiddle with the key around my neck, staring down at my feet. The secrets were nearly eating me alive, and I didn't know what to do. I bite my lip, looking around the small coffee shop.

"Awfully quiet aren't you Darcy?" Darby teases. I send a glare at her. If only she knew what I knew.

"Shut up." I snap.

"Whatever crabby, I'm just gonna grab a coffee and we'll be outta here." She shrugs. I roll my eyes and wait as she orders her coffee. She walks back over, coffee in hand. "Let's go." She sighs. We walk down the street and home, and I rush immediately to my room. I guess I've grown more enclosed since I've found out my parents secrets. I just wanted Darby to leave so I could just take a look at what was in that drawer. What was in there that was about me? I lay back, my eyes fluttering closed as I fall into a deep sleep.

~Dream~

I'm in a car, Dad's car. I'm screaming my head off for some reason.

"Shut up you little brat!" He spits, slamming on the brakes as I fling forward and smash my head on the seat. I feel something warm trickle down my forehead. Blood. I'm little, probably three. I let out a little whimper.

"I want my daddy!" I cry.

"I am your fucking dad!" He screams. I cry louder, harder, my throat raw. "Shut up!" He screams, glaring at me. I shrink back in my seat, fear making me shake.

"I just want Daddy..." I whimper.

"Listen...Darcy...I'm your new dad. Forget about him. Got it?" I don't answer, I just stare right back into his hate filled eyes. No doubt I want to go back home, wherever that is. I just want my parents, whoever they are. I don't want to be here. I want go, leave forever and never come back. But I can't, I'm only three, and he's far larger and faster than me. My forehead throbs and I try not to touch it, not wanting it to hurt more. He starts up the car again, and I hold back screams and cries. I wanted Mommy. I wanted Daddy. But they weren't here to save me, and they wouldn't be.

~End Dream~

I jolt awake, sitting up quickly. I'm breathing heavily, and there's a cool spot where my forehead got hit. It was so real. Everything. I remember everything about it. I remember it. A sheen of sweat covers me, and I look out the window to the darkening sky. I let out a sigh, plopping back down. It felt so real. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and grab a towel to shower. Walking to my bathroom I shut the door, sighing. I start up the water, waiting for it to warm up. I move closer to the mirror, lifting my hair from my face. Right beneath my bangs where it always hid, was a scar. Right where I was hit in my dream. My heart pumps ferociously, and I start breathing heavily. No. No. That couldn't be real! My knees buckle and I drop to the ground. I'd never even noticed it was there. Which is pretty practical cause it's still almost hidden in my hair, but I can see on the skin. It was near my hairline on the right side of my head. I wrap my arms around my knees. No, it had to be from something else I did when I was younger. Maybe I fell. Something. If it was true why was I covering it up? I'm being ridiculous. It had to be something else.

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The Next Day

Maybe I was adopted. That could've been why I was crying. But that didn't explain why Dad did what he did. There's no reason for it. My fingers wrap around the key on my neck. No doubt I was angry, but most of all scared. I pull the chain over my head, inserting it into the lock. I twist, my hands shaking. The drawer clicks, slightly opening. No one was home but me, so now was the perfect time. I pull open the drawer slowly. There's so many envelopes, so many files and folders all stacked onto one another. I pull out the first one, flipping it open. Hundreds of photos slip out. Photos of me as a baby. Photos of me with the woman and man I see in my dreams all the time. The first one were playing outside, and I can see I'm laughing. I'm about three in this photo, and the man is chasing after me cheerfully. I look at the next one. I'm in his arms, me resting on his hip. Were still outside and I can tell I'm giggling as he kisses my cheek. He has bright green eyes, and for the first time, I can see that he's happy. I look at the next one, it's the woman. I'm in a high chair and she's feeding me, I'm a mess, but she just smiles endearingly at the camera. I look at the next one, me laying asleep on the mans chest, I'm around two in this picture, and his arms are wrapped around me. He's smiles a little, and his lips are on top of my head in a small kissing motion. I can't help but notice how young and happy they look. I flip to the next one, and it's the man with four other men. I'm being held over a blonde ones head. My arms are flailed out and all the guys are laughing. I flip from picture to picture, admiring how happy we all are. It isn't long till I've looked at all the pictures. Their real. The people are real. I pick up a piece of paper, looking a bit old. I begin reading it.

Dear Darcy,

It's your third birthday party and Mommy wasn't too happy I was late for it. You can't read now, but when you can, I will give you this letter. You and your mother are everything I've ever wanted. Your such a daddy's girl it's unbelievable. All your uncles are here to see you, and you started crying because you were so happy. Your so beautiful sweetheart. I miss you everyday I'm on tour, and I'm so excited to see you. It hurts to see you grow up so fast, and I know I'm not the very best at writing things, but, you know, I just wanted to let you know that I love you. I will always love you little girl, happy birthday.

I love you more then you'll ever understand,

Daddy

A tear slides down my cheek. This wasn't my current 'dads' handwriting. This was the man in the pictures handwriting. I drop the letter. I grab the next file, opening it. Hundreds of newspaper clippings and magazine clippings. I read in big bold letters.

DARCY STYLES GOES MISSING

I begin reading the clipping.

Darcy Styles, Harry Styles and Ariel Styles three year old daughter went missing. When Harry went to go wake up his little sweetheart he found her bed empty, and was very upset. The parents are devastated and trying to find out where 'Baby Direction' went. Directioners threw a huge fit, wanting the small child back. We have no further information on what happened to the little girl, and we hope to find insight soon.

More tears slip down my cheek. I move through every paper, everything on Darcy Styles going missing. I know who Darcy Styles is. I'm Darcy Styles. I wipe a tear from my cheek and grab a little envelope from the drawer. I wasn't half way through everything. I peel open the envelope, pouring out its contents. A paper airplane necklace falls into my palm.

~Flashback~

I screech happily as he picks me up, green eyes shining. I pat his curly hair and he chuckles.

"Daddy you caught me!" I giggle. He kisses my cheek.

"I sure did sweetheart." He smiles. "Since your my little girl I want to give you something."

"What is it?" I ask. His hand goes to his neck and he pulls a paper airplane necklace off.

"This. I want you to have this." He murmurs, putting it over my head.

"I'm going to wear it everyday for the rest of my life." I smile. He smiles widely back.

"Good."

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you too little girl."

~End Flashback~

The tears are coming faster now. I pull the necklace over my head. I would keep that promise. I would wear it everyday for the rest if my life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Wow such an emotional chapter for me to write. Well, hope you enjoyed and please leave a vote if you did. It'd make my day. The next chapter will be in Harry's POV! So that'll be exciting to write. Ok, bye!