For Darcy: Harry Styles Story

Chapter 26

                    I forcefully placed my keys in the ignition and layed my head on the wheel, finally letting my tears fall as they please. When I was beginning to pull out, Liam and Miranda stood at the front door, her crying on his shoulder. I can't. I can't feel this pain any worse. When I finally had the guts to drive away from my house, I wound up at the nearest pub ordering my first shot of their strongest beer. The more shots I took, the more my head cleared and the more I felt weights off my shoulder.

                                             *Zayn's P.O.V*

                     "Oye!" I patted Liam on his shoulder. Harry left and it was Liam, Niall, Miranda, Darcy and I. He turned around and Miranda snug her head in his chest. "Take her to the bathroom, let her wash her face," I rubbed Miranda's back. Liam listened and took her. Niall held Darcy in his arms and she slung her head on his shoulder and her arms wrapped around his neck.

                    "Little Darcy, want to take a nap?" I asked her. She nodded her head 'no'. "Then why are you falling asleep on Uncle Niall, babe?" she blinked her eyes before she answered.

              "I like the way he smells," she giggled and Niall chuckled a bit as well. I just don't understand why'd he leave at such a time like this. Poor Miranda is dying and Harry's out clearing his head. Shouldn't she be doing that? And Little Darcy has no fucking clue what the hell is going on. She thinks this is normal. But it's not. 

                    "Zayn, why don't we watch a movie with Darcy here?" Niall said. She cheered and we walked to the living room. They began playing the movie 'Space Buddies'. Darcy climbed off Niall to come lay with me. She made me lay down with my head on a cushion. Niall layed on the smaller sofa. She placed her arms and legs around me and her head on my chest. I soon got caught up in my own thoughts. 

                        The hospital. The hospital was horrible. We brought Miranda and she woke up for a bit, but just to vomit pink everywhere. She has Leukemia. It's curable; sometimes. When she was awake, the first thing they told her was that she needed chemo early; due to the fact that it was spreading much faster. You can tell she's sick. She's beginning to loose color in her face and she forces herself to smile. Her cheek bones are beginning to pop out more and it also seems as if her hair has gotten lighter. With those last thoughts in my head, I slowly fell asleep.

                                 *Miranda's P.O.V*

                        "I want it gone!" I yelled and cried on my pillow. Liam and I were in my bedroom with the door shut.

                          "I know you do, I wish it were gone too Miranda. But you need to fight! You need to promise me that you will fight because you have a family to be with," Liam was getting choked up. 

                            "I'm trying Liam! I hurts! I feel weaker everyday! I can't do it!" I cried aloud. "I just want to die already!" I cried and fell on top of Liam who was crying too.

                            "Stop it! I'm not fighting with you if your against not trying to beat it! I'm trying here!" He choked, "I'm really trying!" Those were the last words said. The rest was just tears and cries coming from the both of us. After a while I finally layed down and Liam lie down next to me. I shut my eyes a bit. I was scared to fall asleep. I wasn't sure if i'd wake up. 

                                 *Niall's P.O.V*

                       I looked at the movie with lazy eyes. I gazed at Zayn and Darcy; they were both asleep. I smiled and stood up to turn off the movie. I then walked to Miranda and Harry's room; Liam and Miranda were asleep as well. It was already 7 o'clock. I walked to the kitchen and placed a pot of water on the stove to have a boiled egg. 

                      'Next on news channel 6; A black Range Rover falls into a ditch near river side parkway and the driver is lucky to be alive' 

                   I ran to the living room where the T.V was turned on to see the news. A lady appeared on the story of the crash.

                    'A black Range Rover crashed into a tree earlier today when a drunk male passed in front of a furniture truck. The drunk male yelled at the truck for getting in the way and he immediately lost control after the truck swerved and hit the car, making the wheel turn out of control. It seemed as if the drunk male tried to hit the truck after being pushed but missed and crashed into a tree in a ditch. The drunk male, age 19 is lucky to be alive, he is in critical condition and hopefully he'll be okay. That's it on that topic, now here is Steve with the weather...'

                It was Harry. Harry was in that crash.