You know that gut feeling inside of you, that annoying little voice in your head saying ‘Don’t do it’? Like that time you flew through your 4th helping of cake, or that time you accepted a ‘burger’ from the strange man on the street? You were hungry, but you can still feel the exotic meat churning inside of you. Well, that’s exactly how I felt when I first locked gazes with Niall. Beach-blonde hair, lips the colour of non-fat berry sorbet. His eyes; a beautiful blue. Not just any blue, but rather the kind of blue you get lost in. "I can't" I whispered, peering over the rock to the rippling water below. "You can" He whispered back, his fingertips brushing the back of my hand. "All you have to do..." He started, standing closer to the edge. I came next to him, my shaking fingers clutching his. "Just keep breathing"

*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