Runaway

127 3 2
                                        

Chapter 31: Runaway

Darcy's P.O.V.

"When are you planning to tell him?" Louis gave me a look before taking the revolving seat next to me, "Well that's if you're going to tell him! For fuck's sake Darcy, if you don't tell him now he's going to hate you for life."

I start shifting in my seat before the hair dresser told me to stop fidgeting or else she'll make the wrong cut and she'll end up cutting my hair short, pixie cut Tinkerbell fairy short. I murmured a quick apology before sticking my tongue out at Louis. Sadly, Lou's not my hair dresser today, she had to fix up Niall's hair for Jourdan said he needed a new cut to catch the public's eye. I strongly disagree with her because Niall is already perfect, all of them are and I'm sure their fans loved them just the way they are too.

The hair dresser eyed me once more time and in return I gave her a weak smile. I've been quite off lately. Everyone's noticing it, even Jourdan notices it and Jourdan doesn't usually mind my existence. She even acts as if I'm not there to begin with. She doesn't give a damn about me unless I have to face the public but now? She starts talking to me about how I look like a grey thunder cloud raining on the boys' parade.

"I'm not going to tell him if that's what you're thinking," Danielle looks up from the issue of Cosmopolitan she was reading.

Oh Danielle, thank God for Danielle. She's been tagging along with us on tour for almost a week now and boy she and Louis are going to strangle each other any moment now to death if I weren't here. I didn't even know what I'd do if she weren't here with me.

Wait, I think I do know. 1) I'd loose all my nails from biting them every single night because I'm that terrified that when I wake up Harry already found out. 2) I'd be damned and Harry's going to dump me. 3) I think they're just going to leave me in the middle of nowhere because he's going to hate me that much.

Just my luck, Louis overheard us a week ago while Danielle and I were having our very first heart to heart talk by the shore. He heard everything; every single thing and eversince then he wanted me and he was bugging me to tell Harry all my screwed up lies right away. He even scolded me for once. Danielle on the other hand, took my side and told Louis that I will in time. That only made Louis even more furious but until now he hasn't said anything about it to Harry or so I think.

I did actually talk to Harry though and we surprisingly made up in a snap of a finger. He wasn't mad at all which surprised me all the more because as crazy as it seems, I wanted him to be mad at me. I wanted him to yell and release all his anger at me but he didn't. I wanted him to go wild and say I'm such a worthless and shitty girlfriend who's cheating on him for his band mate behind his back but none of those hurtful words came out of his mouth. He even hugged me the moment he laid eyes on me the dawn Danielle, Louis and I came back from our little beach camping trip. I remember him telling me that everything's perfectly fine. It was just a dare, I remember him saying. I completely understand, he says right after-- does he really understand? I have no idea.

How did I even deserve a guy like Harry?

Harry and I became kind of okay after that but I can't help but go ballistic because Danielle and Louis already know. I'm betting that in no time, Liam, Niall and Eleanor will too. Let's not even get started with Zayn.

"Well if you don't know, if our band breaks apart, it's all on you," Louis spats out of nowhere, catching me off guard.

"Louis!" Danielle gasps, glaring at the guy who I thought would never say those words to me. Louis loves to tell jokes, this might only be one of his mean and cruel pranks right?

I look at Louis and I can't help but flinch when I did. His face wasn't the one you wanted to see right now. I never imagined to be this afraid of Louis, he was always the lad who had a playful smile tugging on his lips all the time. This guy isn't him. This guy is a whole new different person. A tear trickled down my cheek and I didn't even bother to wipe it.

I'm Here to Fix YouWhere stories live. Discover now