The Darcy Project

Chapter 19

Hey, unicorns! So, I don't know if I mentioned the time skipping. But yeah.. It's gonna start now. So.. Enjoy, I suppose. I feel as though I should give y'all another update. Share the story around your fanbase, pleeeease? I would appreciate it.

Love,

Christy. xx

Chapter 19

One Month Later.

The drama with Harry had continued on. Quite frankly, I did not enjoy it. Harry and I had gone out later that day, it wasn't pretty. There had been a lot of the paps and little, hormone-driven teenagers. It was more than enough to give me a headache. Me going out with him that day also sparked more rumors about with E! News and such. I didn't understand why, though. I was just a regular person like them. There was a new special report at least once a week. I recall hanging out with the band about two weeks ago. We were sitting in the middle of this deserted park. Before I knew it, Harry had heard the shutter of a camera and he stood up. Let's just say it didn't end well.

Since my little 'affair' (that's what the paps had called it, considering he was the 'manwhore' which, by the way, he isn't) with Harry Styles started, I had barely stepped into my own flat. My mum always called and texted, I always made sure to confirm I was alright. I had either been spending the night at their little getaway, aka the house with the blue door, or their tour bus. Although, I truly had gotten less sleep than I planned. It seemed as if I could talk to Harry for ever without end, just finding out about him. And I hoped he felt the same.

Now, roughly about a month after I first officially met him, I was sitting in the passenger seat of his Audi. I had no idea where he was driving, again, but I didn't care. The windows were rolled down and he had finally let me play my own music. The perfect voices of All Time Low's "Remembering Sunday" filled the car as the wind blew my hair back. I had my hand out, floating with the wind. I looked back into the car at Harry, his green orbs hidden by the sunglasses he wore. I shook my head and looked back out the window again.

I had gotten accustomed to Harry's spontaneous moves already. He seemed to pull at least two a week. As much as I wanted to be happy, I couldn't keep the nagging feeling in the back of my chest.

Harry was going to be gone for two months. All the lads. It made me sad to think he would be leaving. But their break from the tour was over and they had to attend to their fans. A sigh left my lips, causing him to look at me.

"Okay, what's wrong?" he seemed to raise a brow at me.

"Eyes on the road, Styles," I rolled my eyes. "And it's nothing."

A sigh left his lips and he pulled the car over to the side of the road. It was all very déjà vu to me. Our first date, I knew. And I would always know. He unbuckled his seat belt and angled in his seat to look at me. With one hand, he pulled his sunglasses off and set them on the dashboard, running a hand through his perfect curls. I watched him, enchanted by how flawless he seemed to be.

But I knew. Harry Styles was not perfect. To me, though, he was.

He reached over and pushed the button on my seat belt, letting it pull itself back into wherever it came. He lifted my chin up to look up at him. The emotion seemed to swirl in his eyes. But, I knew it didn't. It was just my imagination. He bit his lip, which he seemed to do most of the time, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

I was close to tears, just trying to hide my sadness. I didn't want him to see it in my eyes. I looked down at my lap, remaining quiet. Although I had known him only a month, I would still be sad when he left. It seemed selfish for me to want him to stay, but I knew I would feel empty without him.

Harry sighed and pulled my chin up to make me look at him again. As soon as our eyes locked together, he leaned forward towards me. He didn't hesitate anymore. Out lips met and there was a new sense of need. My eyes shut and I felt as though I would have fallen had I not been sitting down. The feelings churning in my stomach never ceased to end whenever I kissed him. Our lips molded so well together, moving in synchronization. His hand reached away from my chin towards the back of my neck, holding my head in place.

I gave in. My hands reached up around his neck, tangling my fingers in his beautiful curls. I tugged on a couple slightly, knowing that I would get a positive reaction. He let out a guttural moan against my lips. Oh, god. Harry's moans were literally the sexiest shit ever. Ever. I mean it. With his free hand, Harry reached behind him and adjusted his seat backwards. I knew this sign.

Without breaking the heated kiss, I was somehow able to pull myself onto his lap. This way, I had more access to his beautiful locks. Our crotches were grinding together and I could already feel the hardening member in his pants. I pulled back a bit to look at him, both of us practically panting. His lips didn't leave my skin, though. They trailed down my jaw, towards my neck. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep quiet.

"H-Harry... We're in your car.." I managed to murmur out.

He nodded against my skin and placed another kiss that left my skin on fire.

"You said.. You had a surpr- aah!" I gasped as he bit my earlobe, sending chills throughout me.

But he let go, staring up at me. "You're right, babe. Let's go, then."

Harry had a cheeky grin as I climbed into my own seat. I huffed out a sigh and blew my bangs out if my face as he pulled the car out of park and started driving again.