**A new, mature version will soon to be published on my account Alice Dawson and her parents just move into a one-hundred year old house. There has said to be a brutal murder down in the basement. When Alice has to retrieve something from the basement, she feels a presence. She couldn't tell if it was a good, or bad presence. Someone--preferably a young man-- has been speaking to her in her head. She thought she was just imagining things. But, she sees a young man down in the basement staring at her. She blinks, and he disappears. When Alice takes time in investigating, she finds out who was brutally murdered in the basement. Harry Styles.

*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