*Harrys POV*
Darcy has been out of control these past couple days, but u haven't let my defenses down. She's going to learn that she can't just push me around. "Dad, we need to go the mall." Darcy said very snotty. "When you can EARN it, I will take you." Another thing were working on here; you can't always get what you want. (Get the reference? No? Okay.) "DAD TAKE ME TO THE FUCKING MALL I NEED TO GO SHOPPING." She said again, this time more forcefully. "Darcy Marissa Styles. Don't talk to me like that. Stop screaming." She made the biggest smirk I think I've ever seen. "Fine, what do you want me to do?" She said, obviously very annoyed. She didn't usually act like this. I mean, I know she's a teenager and all, but still. Maybe it's just her "time of the month." Ew. It's disturbing to even think that about MY little girl. "I want you to take the rubbish out to the back, and put the dishes away." I said, trying to make it simple, although there were probably another thousand chores that need to be done. "On it." She said walking away, but not before rolling her eyes. Shit. Where is Camila when I need her?
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Not So Little Darcy
FanfictionEvery dad thinks of their daughter as their little girl, but Darcy is far from it, and finding out the truth sucks.
