Meeting Styles [Harry Styles Fan Fiction]

I fumbled round Darcy's room trying to avoid her guitar and notebooks , finally reaching her bed. Once there I perched on the end, waiting for her to shuffle over.

"Mom, im not a little girl anymore, I don't need tucking in," she groaned. But when she did, I lay down next to her stroking her curly brown hair. She got her hair from me and her father, but she had her dads eyes and talent.

"Mom, how did you meet dad?" Darcy asked looking up at me, with her perfect green eyes.

"It's a long story honey, but it goes something like this..."