*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

i went to the mail box. I turned the key, hoping that when i opened the box there would be one letter in there. On the front it would read Devynn and there would be a big red heart beside it. I closed my eyes, opened the bow and there it was. I quickly grabbed the letter and opened it. 'Hi my precious girl, i wish you would call. I wish i could see you pretty face. I know you insist on sending letters because its more romantic but i would rather just hear you voice. Think about it? I know the answer it still no, but it was worth a shot. I've been keeping busy, you know the usual preforming answering a bunch of questions for interviews. How have you been? How is you mother doing? Is she handling things ok? How about your father? It must be hard, for everyone, i know it is for me. Are you taking your medication? I don't want you to get more sick, i want you to get better. I know it may seem impossible but i know you will make it. I believe in you. I just need you to hang in there 30 more days, ill be home in 30 days beautiful. Write back soon? Sincerely, Niall ps. i love you'

Molly Winter is working hard to earn money for her art studies. Even with her troubled family and dark future prospects she stays optimistic. One very early foggy morning in London everything changes. Her path of life crosses the Irish boy band member Niall Horan's, who seems to be her very own 'Irish Guardian Angel'. As she discovers, he is in fact a world-known celebrity, her life will never be the same. This is a story of one's destiny, facing true love, keeping secrets and overcoming tough times in life. All Rights Reserved 2012 © arietem [please bear over with me - this story was the first I ever wrote...]