Dark Side
Silence is Golden
Hey we’re taking on the world.
I’ll take you where you wanna go.
Pick you up if you fall to pieces.
Let me be the one to save you.
-5 Seconds of Summer
Veronica’s POV
*2 weeks later*
Harry and I stood watch over the babies, holding each other’s hand. I smiled down at our little miracles and felt very blessed that they had survived, along with myself. I was released from the hospital only three days ago and this was just the second time I had seen them.
“What should we name them?” Harry asked, breaking me from my reverie.
I looked up at him, thinking about his question. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
He paused for a moment, contemplating his answer, staring down at the babies one last time. “I’m thinking Darcy for the girl.”
I smiled. “That’s perfect.”
Harry smiled too. “Darcy Anne Styles.”
Once we had Darcy named, I looked to the baby boy. His skin was red and wrinkly like a newborn baby’s should be. A twist of hair was sprouting out of the middle of his head, curling around. I could already tell that his hair would be like his father’s. Then I instantly thought of a name.
“And Oliver Harry Styles. After you.”
Harry ‘s smile grew wider. He turned me around and placed a lingering kiss on my lips. One hand was firm on my hip while his other was held on my back. Our lips moved together, forming as one. It was a magical kiss, one that two people in love should experience.
“We can call him Olly for short,” Harry said as he pulled away, our faces only inches apart.
“I like that.”
We went back to staring at the babies again, continuing to hold hands.
“We’re a family now.”
I wrapped my hands around Harry’s waist and rested my head on his arm. We stood there the rest of the night, bracing ourselves for our life ahead.
*2 months later*
I stood on a footstool, high above everyone else. There was a three-way mirror in front of me, allowing me to see myself at all angles. A woman behind me zipped up the white wedding dress I was wearing.
I chose that as the chance to take in my appearance. In all of two months since my accident, I had lost my baby weight and was able to fit into my old size again. The dress I tried on was pure white with intricately sewn lace throughout the fabric. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. The bodice had a glittery sheer on it, giving it a graceful appearance.
Simply put, the dress was beautiful. It made me look beautiful. And I felt beautiful.
I heard Anne gasp behind me. “It’s gorgeous, Veronica.” She appeared behind me and I saw her eyes sparkle with tears. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I laid my hand on top of hers.
“It’s perfect,” I said, agreeing with her.
She nodded. “This is the one.”
As soon as she said this, I checked the price tag and saw that the dress was extremely pricey. Way more than I could afford.
“Anne,” I said breathlessly. “I can’t ask you to buy this for me.”
Before she could say anything, my dad walked into the room, a wide smile spread on his smoldering face. “Nonsense. I’ll be buying it.”
I smiled, feeling tears well in my eyes. I could see that Dad was on the verge of crying too. I stepped off the footstool and enveloped him in the biggest hug I could muster. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much.”
It had been a while since I called my dad, daddy. But at the time, it just seemed like the right word to use.
“And I love you Veronica,” he placed a small kiss on the top of my head.
“Alright Vincent. We need to get your daughter back into her regular clothes. Now shoo,” Anne waved her hand toward him. I chuckled shakily, wiping my cheek with the back of my hand.
My dad left and Anne helped me take off the dress. We tell the woman from before that we want to purchase it once I had my casual clothes back on. I had worn a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt to try on wedding dresses because I was still exhausted from staying up with the babies all night. They had cried nonstop and I had to get up every two hours just to feed them.
Dad paid for the dress and we left it to get altered. The wedding was only four months away. I could hardly contain my excitement.
The drive back home was a silent one, but it wasn’t awkward. It was more like a content silence, one where everybody was happy with how things were turning out.
“Goodbye Anne. Thanks for the ride,” I said as I clambered out of the car.
“No need to thank me sweetie. Bye, Veronica.”
And with that, she drove away. I went inside the house to find Harry passed out on the couch with Darcy fast asleep in his arms. They looked peaceful together and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Quietly, I crept into Olly and Darcy’s room to find Olly fast asleep in his bed too. The house was finally silent. I took that as my chance to plop down in the recliner and rest.
It was hard to believe that Harry and I had come this far in our relationship. I could remember back to when he had first kidnapped me and I thought he was a freak. I could remember warming up to him for the first time and then being interrupted by Niall. I could remember everything from our past. From the time we went swimming in a pond to the time I ran away and stayed with Niall for a couple days. Harry wouldn’t ever let me go. But that didn’t matter to me now.
I wanted to stay. I loved him. He was his and he was mine. We were finally a family and our relationship would soon be official in the next four months.
And I couldn’t wait.
I’ll take you where you wanna go.
Pick you up if you fall to pieces.
Let me be the one to save you.
-5 Seconds of Summer
Veronica’s POV
*2 weeks later*
Harry and I stood watch over the babies, holding each other’s hand. I smiled down at our little miracles and felt very blessed that they had survived, along with myself. I was released from the hospital only three days ago and this was just the second time I had seen them.
“What should we name them?” Harry asked, breaking me from my reverie.
I looked up at him, thinking about his question. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
He paused for a moment, contemplating his answer, staring down at the babies one last time. “I’m thinking Darcy for the girl.”
I smiled. “That’s perfect.”
Harry smiled too. “Darcy Anne Styles.”
Once we had Darcy named, I looked to the baby boy. His skin was red and wrinkly like a newborn baby’s should be. A twist of hair was sprouting out of the middle of his head, curling around. I could already tell that his hair would be like his father’s. Then I instantly thought of a name.
“And Oliver Harry Styles. After you.”
Harry ‘s smile grew wider. He turned me around and placed a lingering kiss on my lips. One hand was firm on my hip while his other was held on my back. Our lips moved together, forming as one. It was a magical kiss, one that two people in love should experience.
“We can call him Olly for short,” Harry said as he pulled away, our faces only inches apart.
“I like that.”
We went back to staring at the babies again, continuing to hold hands.
“We’re a family now.”
I wrapped my hands around Harry’s waist and rested my head on his arm. We stood there the rest of the night, bracing ourselves for our life ahead.
*2 months later*
I stood on a footstool, high above everyone else. There was a three-way mirror in front of me, allowing me to see myself at all angles. A woman behind me zipped up the white wedding dress I was wearing.
I chose that as the chance to take in my appearance. In all of two months since my accident, I had lost my baby weight and was able to fit into my old size again. The dress I tried on was pure white with intricately sewn lace throughout the fabric. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. The bodice had a glittery sheer on it, giving it a graceful appearance.
Simply put, the dress was beautiful. It made me look beautiful. And I felt beautiful.
I heard Anne gasp behind me. “It’s gorgeous, Veronica.” She appeared behind me and I saw her eyes sparkle with tears. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I laid my hand on top of hers.
“It’s perfect,” I said, agreeing with her.
She nodded. “This is the one.”
As soon as she said this, I checked the price tag and saw that the dress was extremely pricey. Way more than I could afford.
“Anne,” I said breathlessly. “I can’t ask you to buy this for me.”
Before she could say anything, my dad walked into the room, a wide smile spread on his smoldering face. “Nonsense. I’ll be buying it.”
I smiled, feeling tears well in my eyes. I could see that Dad was on the verge of crying too. I stepped off the footstool and enveloped him in the biggest hug I could muster. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much.”
It had been a while since I called my dad, daddy. But at the time, it just seemed like the right word to use.
“And I love you Veronica,” he placed a small kiss on the top of my head.
“Alright Vincent. We need to get your daughter back into her regular clothes. Now shoo,” Anne waved her hand toward him. I chuckled shakily, wiping my cheek with the back of my hand.
My dad left and Anne helped me take off the dress. We tell the woman from before that we want to purchase it once I had my casual clothes back on. I had worn a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt to try on wedding dresses because I was still exhausted from staying up with the babies all night. They had cried nonstop and I had to get up every two hours just to feed them.
Dad paid for the dress and we left it to get altered. The wedding was only four months away. I could hardly contain my excitement.
The drive back home was a silent one, but it wasn’t awkward. It was more like a content silence, one where everybody was happy with how things were turning out.
“Goodbye Anne. Thanks for the ride,” I said as I clambered out of the car.
“No need to thank me sweetie. Bye, Veronica.”
And with that, she drove away. I went inside the house to find Harry passed out on the couch with Darcy fast asleep in his arms. They looked peaceful together and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Quietly, I crept into Olly and Darcy’s room to find Olly fast asleep in his bed too. The house was finally silent. I took that as my chance to plop down in the recliner and rest.
It was hard to believe that Harry and I had come this far in our relationship. I could remember back to when he had first kidnapped me and I thought he was a freak. I could remember warming up to him for the first time and then being interrupted by Niall. I could remember everything from our past. From the time we went swimming in a pond to the time I ran away and stayed with Niall for a couple days. Harry wouldn’t ever let me go. But that didn’t matter to me now.
I wanted to stay. I loved him. He was his and he was mine. We were finally a family and our relationship would soon be official in the next four months.
And I couldn’t wait.
Notes
Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long for me to update! Again my explanation is school. I hate it so much, like I can't even.Anyway, as much as I hate to say this, this fanficiton is finally coming to an end. I just want to thank every single one of you lovely people for sticking with this and reading. All of your nice comments have gotten me through every single chapter.
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