The Darcy Project

Chapter 18

Quick A/N;

Hey, unicorns! I'm sorry if I don't post updates as often as you wish. I just don't feel as if this story appeals to many people. I'm just gonna update for the lovelies who actually do read this (as if). This story, though, will be getting better, I promise. Oh! And if you haven't noticed, my writing has gotten much better (thank the potatoes) since the first chapter. I guess I was just too lazy before...? Anyways, I love you, all!

Xo, Christy.xx

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

My mum was staring at me, her eyes practically bulged out of her head. I looked around the short hall that connected the front door, the kitchen and the living room. Small picture frames lined the walls of my childhood. The biggest photo frame held a photograph of my sister and I at the beach in our home village back on Guam. I was about twelve in the photo, she being about two. It really seemed like a life time ago.

My gaze fell back on my mum and the current situation at hand. She had a vein popping out of her neck and her arms were crossed over her chest. Her face was slightly red. I had never seen her this mad before. But I didn't even know why she was mad, I haven't done anything wrong. I closed the door behind me and stepped around her, walking into the living room. My little sister, Aly, was nowhere to be seen. I sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote, flipping through the channels. I could hear my mum's scoff of disbelief behind me, then her footsteps. Soon, I knew she was standing behind the couch.

I glanced up at her over my shoulder, "So, what's shaking, bacon?"

"W-What's sha-" she grunted out in frustration. I couldn't keep the grin off my face. "What's shaking is that my daughter tells me she's going to be spending the night at her friend's house, then disappears until the next day! Where were you?"

There was something in her voice that made me think she wasn't mad. There was another emotion, but I couldn't tell exactly what. Instead of questioning further, I continue to flip through the channels. "I stayed over with a friend, is all," I mumbled.

"Stayed with a friend? And who might this friend be?" she raised a brow and looked at me, questioningly.

"Just a fri-" My statement was cut off by Giuliana Rancic doing another report on E! News.

"And here we have it, ladies and gentleman. Harry Styles and newest lady, Christy Eclavea, seem to be all over the news! From the mystery girl photos at Starbucks, to the photo by fellow bandmate, Louis Tomlinson, to the most recent sighting of the brunette. It seems that this just keeps getting more and more interesting!" Giuliana exclaimed. I groaned in frustration as Louis' photo from Instagram showed up on the television. A stifled gasp came from my mum when she saw it.

"I-Is that.. You..?" I heard her mumble.

Without answering, my attention focused on the television. "Fans across the globe had responded to this photo, not all of them positive," Giuliana continued. "But, it seemed to be true when a crowd formed around an apartment complex earlier today." My heart stopped, knowing what was coming next. Giuliana vanished from the screen and her figure was replaced by three photos: the first was me getting out of my car outside the complex; the second was me making my way through the crowd; the third was of me facing the crowd of people when I had decided to confront them. At the bottom of the screen, there was exactly what I had said.

"Shut the $&@# 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!"

Giuliana read along with what I had said before the screen flashed back to her. I hid my face in my hands, ashamed of what my mum might has to say. "And photos show that the brunette was wearing Styles' jacket, which he has been seen in before," she said as the screen changed again. This time, it was the photo of myself getting out of my car next to a photo of Harry caught be the paps. I was hoping my eye had deceived me, but no - it was the same black jumper.

I groaned and fell face-down onto the couch, hiding my face in the cushion. I didn't want to see any more. I heard the click as the television turned off. Then, there was a shift in the cushion I had been originally sitting on. I sat up and looked at my mum, who looked as though she were fighting her thoughts. After a silent minute, she looked at me and narrowed her eyes. "You were out with Harry Styles?"

I sighed and merely nodded.

"And.. You spent the night at his place?" she raised a brow.

I could already see the gears turning in her head, "M-Mum! I stayed the night, but we didn't do anything!" I laughed and chucked a couch pillow at her.

She laughed as well and took the pillow on her lap. "Y'know, Chris, you could have just told me the truth. I probably wouldn't have believed you, but the truth. I was worried sick."

I laid my head on her shoulder and sighed, "I was fine, mum. But why?"

She looked at me and took my hand, rubbing the back of my palm with we thumbs. "You won't understand just yet, but you will eventually."

With no idea as to what that meant, I looked at her. She said no more and stood up, so I assumed we were done with the subject. I stood up and looked around. "Where's Aly?" I raised a brow, glancing at the headless Barbie doll under the coffee table.

"She's at Janet's apartment across the hall. You're more than welcome to tell her you're back..." she trailed off.

With a rolls of my eyes, I walked to my room. I slammed the door shut behind me and practically jumped onto my bed. My feet were hanging off the edge since I still had my Converse on. I wanted to change into a more comfortable outfit, but I enjoyed being in Harry's jumper instead. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen. There was a text message.

From "Harry.x";

You, madam. We are not done with our date. Starbucks doesn't count. Free for dinner? H x

I couldn't but grin as I read the message. I soon typed up a reply with my heart rapidly beating in my chest.

To "Harry.x";

Of course. Time and place. (: x