The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 7

I sat with Darcy's head in my lap as I watched Harry and Niall baking a cake in the kitchen.

I ran my fingers through her soft hair. She stuck something in her mouth, looking up and me with big eyes.

I grabbed the thing from in between her tiny teeth. I glanced down at it, frowning.

"Darcy, why do you have concealer?"

She popped her thumb in her mouth as she shrugged softly. I titled my head at her, giving her a look.

"It's daddy's." She finally murmured, not looking at me.

I chuckled lightly. "Why does daddy wear makeup?"

"Because of mummy."

I slowly glanced up at her with raised eyebrows. I read the name of the concealer quickly.

"So...daddy and mommy share makeup?"

"No!" Darcy exclaimed with a small giggle. "It's because of mummy that he has to wear makeup."

I slowly shook my head at the small tube in my hands. "I don't understand. Why does mommy want daddy to wear this?"

"She doesn't want him to..." She mumbled shyly. "She hurts him."

I froze at her words. I held the bottle tightly in my hands before peering up at her.

"Mommy...hurts daddy?" I whispered, trying not to be loud.

Darcy nodded confidently. "She hits him. She's a bitch."

"Darcy! Don't say that word!" I scolded her, making her apologize with big eyes.

I sighed, hugging her tightly. "Mommy hits daddy?"

She only nodded, making my grip tighten and eyes screw shut.

"That's why he stays with her. Because she's abusive..." I trailed off in thought. "Is that why you want me to be your mommy, baby?"

"You don't hurt daddy." She whispered, tears swelling up in those bright green orbs. "Daddy doesn't deserve to be hit. He's a good daddy."

I softly shushed her, not wanting Harry to hear us. But I wasn't quick enough.

"Darcy? Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Harry came running over, scooping the little girl up in his arms.

Through sobs, she held her arms out towards Niall. "Uncle Niall! Milk!"

He quickly took her to get her bottle. Harry looked at me with shock written all over his face.

"What the hell happened?"

I just stared at the ground. My nails were cutting into my sweaty palms as I still held the makeup in my hand.

"Look at me!" He demanded, shaking slightly.

My eyes flickered up to meet his. His face instantly softened. He took a step towards me, wiping some of my tears away.

"Rosie? What's wrong, princess?" He whispered in my ear as he brought my face to his chest.

I sucked up my emotions, my tears finally stopping after a minute. Harry rested his chin on top of my head.

I slowly pulled away from him, looking up into his eyes. I lifted my hand to cup his face. I rubbed the pad of my thumb over the side of his right cheek.

He leaned into my touch, not knowing what I was doing. After a few seconds, I saw a bruise showing through a thick layer of makeup which was now caked on my thumb.

I pulled away from him, biting down on my lip so I wouldn't cry again. He looked down at me in confusion before I shoved the concealer tube into his hand.

He inspected it before looking back up to me. His eyes were wide and skin sickly pale. His pink lips parted, as if he was going to say something. But his trembling lips wouldn't let him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered through new tears. "I'm so sorry, Harry."

"Oh Princess." He mumbled with a loud sob as I sunk to the floor.

He fell to his knees beside me, squeezing me lightly as he soothingly rubbed my back.

"I-I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I could've stopped it. I c-could've made Edna stop it." I cried out, making him shake his head.

"No, Rosie. It's not your fault. You couldn't have known. It's my fault for not doing anything about it. It's ruined Darcy's innocence." He spat out, angry at himself.

I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. I let my tears roll down his neck while quickly pressing soft kisses to his soft skin.

His hold around my waist tightened so my stomach was pressed tightly to his. He kissed the side of my head before sniffing my hair.

"I'm so broken without you, Rosie." He whispered, making my eyes close. "I missed you. I saw your face in my dreams. Every night for four years. It's like...I'd know you then. But when I woke up, I would never be able to remember anything but your face. Even that was a bit of a blur."

I sniffed loudly. "You could only leave the house because of Zayn's ring...because he was the one that killed you. B-but I can leave because of the locket. Because you l-love me."

"I do." He admitted weakly. "Even though my brain was tricked into not remembering anything, my heart remembered. Remembered everything."

"Not a day went by that I didn't miss you. Love you. Crave you." I admitted so quietly, I wasn't sure if he heard me.

"Angels don't cry." I heard a soft voice whisper from beside me.

I slowly looked over Harry's shoulder to see Edward. I hastily wiped away my tears before smiling at him.

"What was that Edward?" I asked as Darcy ran over to stand next to him while sucking on her bottle.

"Uncle Niall told us stories of angles. He said that angels don't cry. So why do you cry, mommy?" He asked, tilting his head so a few curls landed in front of his eyes.

I chuckled as I wiped my wet eyes once more. "I'm not an ang-"

"Because she's not just any angel, buddy." Harry interrupted me. All while he spoke, he stared into my eyes. "She's the most beautiful angel there is. And she's the most selfless creature to ever live. She takes all the sorrow from the world and she keeps it. So, she cries because she's making the entire world happy."

I let out a shaky sigh before smiling back at him. He grinned as he brought Edward into his lap.

"Oh." Darcy was the first to speak. "So does that mean mummy is like a demon?"

Niall burst out laughing from the kitchen, making Harry laugh along with him. I rolled my eyes before quickly scowling at Harry.

"Oh yeah." The Irish boy chuckled. "The worst of them all."

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Welp, that was a bit of a shocker.

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How'd y'all like this chapter? Probably hate Harry's wife a bit more, eh?

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