Darcy Anne Styles *UNDER EDITING*

Why Should I?

(Luke Hemmings above )

"Darcy's pov"

I run off stage, as fast as I can. That was the closest I have been to him in 14 years. Tears have clouded my vision, so obviously I can't see too well. I try to run all the way to my dressing room, but crash into a couple people on my way. But I make it. I finally get in, so I let them fall. Crying makes you weak, a voice says in my head. But it doesn't stop me.

I thought I was over this. Thought I could see him in public, showing no emotion. But when he is that close, I can't... I'm so weak. I hear a knock at my door, and hurry to stand up, thank God for waterproof makeup! I open the door, and see him. I groan.

" Really Harry, just take the hint and leave me alone, already" I slam the door, well I try, but he puts his foot in the way.

"Hello Darcy, how are you? " He asks, as though I haven't tried to slam the door in his face.

"Just peachy, and yourself? " I say sarcastically.

"I'm uh great.." He says hesitantly

Convincing. Not.

"So uh why won't you let me talk to you?" He asks, and I roll my eyes angrily.

At this point I'm in the bathroom, and I did get that door locked. But forgot my costume out there.

"Darcy, I need you to know so-" He starts, but I cut him off.

"Harry, I really don't care what you have to say." I growl.

Show him what I'm made of.

" I don't mean anything to you, and you shouldn't even effect me anymore . " I whisper, as I walk out to get my costume, all my anger turning to sadness.

Well the last part was more to myself.

"You mean, everything to me." He says, and I feel angry and helpless.

Then why did you do it? Oh yeah, cause I'm a horrible person that doesn't deserve to be loved. At least that's what they said.

"Just leave me alone" I say quietly.

By now I have tears on my cheeks, and hopefully, he does too.

"I'm so so-sorry Darcy." He whispers.

"Me to, I-I can't forgive you. " I stutter in response.

Moments later, He takes both my hands, and I flinch.

He notices but lets it slide, so I pull my hands away, and he sighs.

"Darcy Anne Styles, please would you do the honor of letting me start over as a Father, I won't mess it up again." He pleads, and I frown.

Nope.

"No, you already messed it up once, why should I?" I cockily ask, as I feel my anger beginning to boil again.

"Because I won't, but I know you are stubborn, so I don't have a reason, I know though that I will try my hardest." He earnestly replies, and my angry gaze falters.

"You had a shot, and blew it." I say, praying he'll just stop.

"Yeah.." He says thoughtfully. I'm not sure why but this brings my anger back fully.

"SO LEAVE ME ALONE " I yell out.

And at that, he gets up and walks out, and I swear I see a few tears.

Then I lock the door, and let my own fall freely.

"Five minutes until Darcy Styles needs to be stage side." sounds through my speaker.

CRAP!