*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 want to kiss you right now" He softly said. I could tell he was nervous from his shaky voice and hands. "Kiss me Harry" I said, tilting my head back. Kiss me. His face neared mine. My heart raced, awaiting the warm feeling of Harry's lips on mine. I needed him now. It was a painfully slow process. His eyes locked on mine as his hair slightly fell in front of his face. My hand went up to it and pulled it away, massaging the back of his head, running my hands through his hair. He smiled and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes closed. My heart sank. This was perfect. He is perfect. -- Thank you all for reading, voting, and commenting! It means the world to me .x you're all honestly the best and I love you all. Please enjoy this fan fic that I've been working on. I hope you love it :) -- *Ongoing Series*