Chapter 11:
Totaled
Harry's POV
I do my push-ups, working out my best way to vent anger. The anger I had to vent was always Darcy being gone, always. Finding Nemo was playing on the TV down the hall, because that's what Darcy would do when I'd work out, so I always put it on. I'm stupid really, for doing that. But I just want to hang onto some little piece of her. Whenever I feel the emotional pain coming, I just push myself further, trying to store it away.
"Harry you should stop working out now, your going to tire yourself out." Ariel murmurs from the door. I don't listen, I just push myself further. "Harry, please..." I let out a sigh, stopping and standing up. Every part of my body ached.
"I just..." My voice falters.
"I know. I know why you do it." She murmurs. "Now you should go hop in the shower. Niall wants all of us to go out to Nando's together." I smile a little.
"Ok." I murmur.
***
Ariel's POV
Harry and I walked into Nando's, looking for the guys. He held onto my hand tightly, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"C'mon, it's just a couple hours. We'll be fine." I say softly.
"I know." He sighs. "It's just...I miss coming here with her."
"Harry can't we just to a few hours without thinking about that? Just relax." I murmur.
"I'm trying." He sighs. We walk over to the table.
"Hey!" Niall smiles. We all pretend, fake our smiles on a daily bases, but we all know what were truly feeling, even after all this time. We all loved her. So much. She was the first baby to be born on the band, well not a band anymore.
"Hey." I smile, no real happiness behind it.
"C'mon, sit." Liam gestures. Harry and I sit down next to each other. I feel my pulse racing. I felt suffocated, but it pushed it away.
"You ok?" Harry leans over and whispers in my ear. I turn to him, our faces close.
"Yes." I whisper back.
"Are you sure? You seem a bit on edge."
"I'm fine Harry." I murmur. He backs off, taking my hand. I loved him so much. I should try to focus on having fun. We all order our food.
"Do you guys remember the time Niall stole a bottle of liquor?" Zayn laughs. "He snuck through the basement window."
"Oh, yeah. How could I forget that?" Niall laughs too.
"That was on my birthday." Perrie smiles. "We all were sitting around cause the power was out and Niall decided we should have some fun." We all laugh. I remember the good times too. The ones where I was happy and carefree. I wish those days were still here. I stand up.
"Excuse me." I murmur, walking away. I walk into the bathroom, letting out a sigh. Perrie walks in.
"Ariel are you ok?"
"It feels so wrong Perrie." I murmur.
"What does?" She puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Being happy. Ever since Darcy was kidnapped or killed or whatever happened, I can't be happy! I feel like I'm betraying my little girl by being happy!"
"Oh Ariel..." She murmurs, rubbing my back.
"What if she's lying in some cold dark room? What if she...what if she's been...raped? What if she was just some sex slave these past years? What if she's been abused?" I sob. "What if she's dead?" Perrie holds back tears.
"Think positive Ariel. She could be back any day now."
"Any day? You said that ten years ago Perrie! Ten years! Why can't I just let it go?!"
"She could be out there, that's why. Some day, I know, she's going to come back. Whether it's when she's 30, or even tomorrow!" She says, hugging me. I nod, wiping my tears. "You just have to try and cope."
***
After Dinner
We all say our goodbyes, Harry and I walking to our car and hopping in. It was silent, until Harry decided to confront me.
"What happened?" He asks.
"I don't know." I sigh, my hands thrown slightly in the air and then plopped back onto my lap. "I just broke Harry. I got crushed under all the years worth of holding it in. I know you don't think I did, but you have no idea what I held back for the sake of your feelings!"
"Ariel, please, calm down."
"Calm down?!" I ask, infuriated. "Just think about it for a fucking second will you Harry? Our fucking daughter went missing, and you can't even show me one single tear? Not until ten years later?"
"I was trying to stay strong." He murmurs. I can see his hands tighten around the steering wheel.
"Harry I just wanted someone to cry with! You made me feel weak and that you didn't care that she was even gone! Then after he died, you became even more reserved." My voice is quiet at the last sentence, referring to our miscarried baby.
"I did care Ariel! That's all I ever thought about, day and night! I went days without sleeping and I resorted to letting it all out at night! So that's bullshit on what you call me not caring!" He says loudly. I laugh humorlessly.
"You were like a robot Harry, as if feelings didn't even exist for you! You make yourself believe you were there for me, when in reality, you pushed away! You left me alone, and I was upset and scared!" I yell back.
"I had to think about everything getting better! Seeing you cry confirmed to me that you had no hope left! That you were just giving up on everything!"
"Then the feelings mutual Harry!" We speed up, Harry's foot pressing angrily on the gas. "Slow down!" I hiss. He doesn't listen, anger controlling him. "Harry slow down!" I'm begging him now, pleading. The speedometer is pressed against the highest unit, and I'm gripping the armrests. "Harry please!" I cry softly.
"Ariel!" He screams, his foot going to press on the brakes. But he's far too late, our car is totaled.
AUTHORS NOTE: Very emotional and drama filled chapter. And the car is totaled... Ok, bye!
P.S
I do NOT edit so I apologize for any grammatical errors.
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