Darcy Styles

01

"DARCY IIIIIIITT'S YA BIRTHDAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!" 

Dad gets a little excited on people's birthdays. 

Today, I, The Darcy Styles, turn 15. As usual, dad will take me somewhere fancy to eat, and then we will go and he will make a big deal out of going to the run-down ice cream parlor that Mrs. Nancy owns a few blocks down from our house. Then, we will come home and watch movies with Bear, Freddie, Gianna, and Connor till the early hours of the morning. It's gonna be a good day today...

"Thank you, dad. I really appreciate it." I run up and give my dad the biggest hug, and run to sit down at the table to eat my blueberry pancakes, as per the birthday routine. Dad really tries his best to give me the best life I can have, especially since mum died. 

My dad is The Harry Styles. He is the charming, good looking, long hair to short hair, flamboyant, Harry Styles. Everyone loves him. Girls want to kiss him, guys want to be him. He's a lot more than a icon, he's a father, a caregiver, a guardian, and a best friend. My dad has taken care of me my whole life. He loves me from the bottom of his heart, and trust me, he's not scared to shout it from the roof tops. I made the bad decision last year of saying "you won't" after he said "I'd scream from the roof tops that I love my daughter without hesitation". And he was right. Absolutely no hesitation. 

My mum died when I was a year old. She and dad wanted to keep their status on the down-low, so that I wasn't bombarded with the paps and the fans and the other celebrities. From what I've heard from Uncle Niall, dad loved my mom like no other. He and Uncle Liam would sneak over to Aunt Maya's house on the weekends, and that's where he met my mum. She was a beautiful, brown haired, bright blue eyed, tall, thin lady. Aunt Maya tells me she doesn't know why she didn't become a model. Uncle Niall and Aunt Amelia met through my mum and dad. Dad, of course, was Uncle Niall's best friend. Mum was Aunt Amelia's cousin. And the rest, is history. 

As you probably already know, my dad was one fifth of the band known as One Direction. From just hanging out with them, you wouldn't even be able to tell that they are famous. Dad don't like the word famous. He says people will use it afterwards, and say "he WAS famous," or "he's not famous anymore," and honestly, I don't blame him. I wouldn't want people to use the word famous to describe me, instead of using "nice," or "funny". 

My dad is a wonderful person, famous and all. 

"Darce, how's breakfast?" Dad is a huge food critic, so he always asks how his cooking is. "It's absolutely horrendous, dad." 

"WHAT? You always like my pancakes!" I like to mess with him a little bit, he always believes me, too.

"Daaaaaaad, I'm just joking with you, your food is delish as always." He takes his cooking to the next level, always making sure that it's the absolute best he can do. Two perfectly round pancakes, with 15 blueberries cooked into each one, with mum's favorite maple syrup, and a swish of whipped cream on top. Beautiful, just like the cooking catalogs he reads on the daily. 

"Today, I say we go to Perch in L.A., then we go to Mrs. Nancy's ice cream parlor on the way home, then we show up to the house and the boys are all here with the kids, and we all eat cake and you and Gianna, Freddie, Bear, and Connor watch movies, and I'll get up in the morning and cook you all some breakfast."

"Glad to hear we are shaking it up a bit this year." He recites the exact same thing every single year. No changes, all the same people, all the same places. Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. 

"What? Do you want to do something different this year, Darce? If you want, we don't have to go out. I can call the boys and tell them to drop the kids off and-" I cut him off with a hug, he sounds like he needs it. "No, Dad, I'm just messing around. I wouldn't change my birthday celebration for anything. I love it the way it is." Dad give the best hugs, letting the other person break it off first. He says he wants to hold everyone in his arms as long as he can.  

"Darcy Elizabeth Styles, you are just like your mother, always messing with my head." He gives a kind smile to me. He always says I look just like my mother, and if she were still here with us we would be twins. 

I still have no idea how mum died. Dad says he's waiting till I'm old enough to fully comprehend what happened to her. I don't have the slightest idea what he means by that. I just want to know, what happened to Elizabeth Styles? 

  A/N: 

Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction. This was a short chapter, but I promise these nest ones will be longer. I'm trying to test the waters and see how this goes. Any feedback is welcome! 

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