Identity (Harry Styles FanFic) BOOK 1

Chapter 19: Going Back

Chapter 19:

Going Back

Darcy's POV

One Day Earlier

I push my IV stand down the hall with a small smile on my face. I peer into the lobby as I begin to walk in there. I stop dead in my tracks. The police stood in there, holding a picture of me up to the receptionist. My eyes widen, and I grip the IV stand tightly and speed down the hall. I keep on running, I run into my room. I stare down at the IV in my arm, this'd be pretty painful. I grip the needle and rip it from my arm, cringing. I shove the stand to the side, grabbing my bag. I rush into my regular clothes, lacing up my combat boots. Throwing my satchel over my shoulder, my coat snugly on me, I open the window. The frigid wind blows into the room, pushing my hair from my face. I gulp as I peer over the parking lot. I was in the second floor, and I couldn't jump it, and I definitely couldn't go through the lobby. Oh god. What was I going to do?! I close my eyes, holding the paper airplane pendant tightly. Let's just hope I live through this. I step from the window, placing my feet on the ledge. My hands press against the frozen brick, stinging my fingers with cold. The wind whirls around me, my heavy breath visible in the frozen air. Don't look down. I tell myself. My knees wobble and I try not to slip as I inch along. My bag rests against my hip. I press my cheek to the cool brick, closing my eyes. I couldn't die. Absolutely not now. Just a few feet further. I grip a pipe, my hands now chapped in the frozen air. I would just have to slide down to the lower roof. Opening my eyes, I slide down and my feet slam against the lower roof. Snow flurries billow around me, some landing in my eyelashes and hair.

"Oh my god...oh my god..." I whisper. This was it. I'd have to jump. I close my eyes. Darby's voice rings in my head. Something she'd told me one day.

"Don't ever be afraid. Just do it. No matter what happens, do it." I hear Darby say. Ok Darby. I say in my head. My legs push off of the roof, and I'm airborne. I open my eyes, and I feel as if I'm flying. I put my casted wrist in front of me, letting it take the heavy impact. I land in a thin layer of powdery snow. I stand up quickly, brushing away the freezing white powder and running off immediately. I had to get out of here, and fast.

Present Day

I sit in the small coffee shop, hood pulled over my head. In a week it'd be Christmas, and it'd be the most lonely one ever. A sinking feeling protrudes in my stomach and chest, deep aching to see my father again, and to meet my mother. Tears well in my eyes. This was terrible. I was wanted, I had to run away from my parents (my real ones), and I don't know what I'm going to do now. A tear rolls down my cheek, and I quickly wipe it away.

"I miss you Dad." I whisper, reaching for the necklace that was no longer there. I'd lost it. I pull my legs up to my chest, wrap my arms around them, and rest my chin on my knees. "I want to meet you so bad Mom." I whisper. I close my eyes, pain in my chest. It was true, I guess you really did feel pain when you were sad. I open my eyes again, staring out the window. The sky was dark, starts sparkling and snowflakes floating down to the ground. I felt as if I was a snowflake. Floating aimlessly, never touching ground, never resting, always in solitude. I would never hit Earth, become part of one whole, instead I'd be forever searching, lonely.

Harry's POV

I stand by an officer as he asks me a few questions.

"Did she say what her name was?"

"No, she actually told me to just call her Pixie." I say.

"Pixie?" He asks, writing that down. "Hm." He pulls out a picture of her. "Is this the girl?"

"Yes, that's her." I reply. Another police officer intervenes, holding up a silver chain in his gloved hand.

"We found this necklace in the snow. Were sending it to the lab to see if it's the girls." He says. I stare at the necklace in utter shock.

"Mr. Styles? Are you ok?"

"T-that necklace...it was my daughters. I gave it to her ten years ago." Was...was that girl Darcy? She could be. After all these years...

"Mr. Styles if you don't mind, we'd like to take a sample of your DNA to see if it matches the girls. Would you be ok with that?"

"Absolutely." I answer. I had to know if it was Darcy. I had to.

Darcy's POV

My left wrist was a bit sore beneath the plain black cast, and I had nowhere to stay. I might as well give up now. Go 'home'. No. I couldn't do that. I am going back to the hospital. I am going to tell my father who I am.

AUTHORS NOTE: I'm sorry it's so very short. Anyway, I want to tell you now, THERE WILL BE A SEQUAL!!!!!! Ok? Got it? Good. Ok, please leave a vote, bye!