When good meets bad and turns into firing red of love. Like two chemicals creating a new bond or explosion. You know, opposites attract. Like Harry Styles and Darcy Wilde.
*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...