The teddy bear left sitting on my bed left a memoir of Ryan. I couldn't help but think that last night was one of the bestest nights of my life. Never could I have been to a carnival at all, but thanks to Ryan's surprise, I enjoyed it as if I were some kid at their first trip to the carnival. I smiled at every memory that passed through my mind. I brushed my finger over my lips, still feeling that lustful kiss that lingered onwards.

"Maybe you can thank me with this?" He said cheekily, and slowly leaned in. I felt a bit hesitant now, and maybe it was just the floss that made me want to kiss Ryan. I carefully pushed him back, feeling a bit guilty for what I was doing.

"I don't kiss on first dates." I said biting my lip, trying to a bit at playing hard to get. But before he could say anything he cupped my cheek softly and he slowly leaned in again, but this time I couldn't resist. As only our lips brushed on the ferris wheel, now our lips finally touched. I felt a spark and my heart racing. Feeling his warm sweet supple lips felt so unreal. Felt as if it was really out of this world. I wanted more- I felt a wave of disappointment as he pulled away, but my heart was still beating to the contentment of a quick but passionate kiss.

"Change your mind now?" He asked cheekily. I bit my lip, still feeling the sensation on my lips. I nodded but as I leaned in for another, I heard the door suddenly burst open. Ryan and I quickly pulled away from eachother as I heard Harry clear his throat. We walked closer to the door and finally on the steps.

Still feeling that jolt of sparks. Somehow I just wished that I could tell someone about my experience and how I felt... basically fangirl all about it. The only one person I truly wanted to talk to was Chelsea.

First Flashback...

Thankfully the class was all wild again, throwing paperballs and pencils all around. Enough to keep them occupied from me. Harry Styles daughter, long lost daughter to be exact. I snaked my way through the corner of the class, hoping no one would really notice me. I safely made it to the back where my seat was and quickly slummed down into my seat, throwing my bag over the table, hiding my face in it. I couldn't help but think how everything has changed from everyone's view for me. I was just one quirky teen that sat in the back of the room along with her bubbly bestfriend, now here I was no longer normal but to be known as Harry Styles daughter. I jumped at the touch of someone's hand grasp my shoulder. I quickly lifted my head up to see Chelsea. "Darcy, are you alright?" She asked with a worried look masked over her face. "I'm fine." I lied. I felt guilty for lying to Chelsea, for cutting her out of my life and not telling her what's been going on. The only person I trusted, I cut off the ropes with. She patted my back, there was no explanation for her about the manner of being Harry Styles daughter, of course she knew about that now, everyone did, it's all over the tabloids, papers, and magazines just yesterday. She rubbed my back as she coo'ed me.

"Darcy, everything is going to be alright." She said softly, assuring me.

"No it won't Chels." I whined in a whispered tone. I felt my eyes starting to well up.

"I'm now the star of the show." I said sarcastically, throwing my hands up sluggishly. With now the tears strolling down my face abruptly.

End of Flashback...

I shifted in bed, grabbing the duvet over my shoulders as I laid on my right arm hugging my pillow. I felt my own tears now starting to fill up my eyes.

Second Flashback...

I sat as if I was some kind of dummy just looking blankly out the window, I didn't feel like myself, felt as if someone or something was taking over me again. Nothing said or done. The life inside of me just vanished into the thin air.

"Darc?" Chelsea said, waving her hand in front of me. I looked over my shoulder to see her holding a tall glass of water, handing it to me. "Darcy?" She asked, her voice slightly cracking. Sounding as if she was about to cry. "You've just been sitting at the edge of my bed since we got here..." She paused. "Darcy, I'm your bestfriend... Please don't shut me out." She pleaded.

"I need to go to the bathroom." I said blankly, sluggishly slowly walking to her bathroom. She nodded hesitantly. "I'll bring your food up in a bit." She called after. As soon as I entered the bathroom, the same feeling of overwhelming tension crashed over me. I quicky locked the door and immediately rummaged through every single drawer in the small room. Finally my heart raced nervously as my attention was caught of the razor blade hiding in the drawer. I quickly turned on the water as I lifted my left wrist up, moving the long sleeve up. I felt as if I ran out of breath as the sharp edge of the blade touched the scarred skin. I finally slid the sharp object down my wrist as a shrieking cry escaped my mouth. "Darcy?!" Chelsea asked, her voice was filled with worry. "DARCY OPEN THE DOOR!" She demanded. She pounded hard on the door, but I didn't comply as just ran my bleeding wrist under the cold water."DARCY OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" She yelled. I couldn't help but shake my head while the guilty shameful tears just rivered down my cheeks. I felt guilty. Nothing but just a guilt cloud held over my head. I was hiding this from Chelsea almost my entire life, and worst of all I was now doing this at her house. I heard keys jingle, but I froze as the door swung open. The look on Chelsea's face was almost as if she'd seen a ghost or a murder. Face pale as blue, eyes wide open.

"Chelsea." I pleaded. "Chels." I reached out for her hand but she quickly stepped back as she saw my mutilated wrist still dripping. She ran out of the room quickly, I grabbed the nearest towel and quickly ran after her. As she finally stopped, I held my stomach for I ran out of breath. Now realizing we were outside the house.

"Chelsea... Let...Me...Explain." I said in between breaths,still clutching my stomach/

"Why Darcy?!" Chelsea yelled, stomping her foot on the cement ground. Although the ground was hard and still, I still managed to feel the ground shake to her furious mishap. "I thought you were my besfriend Darc? I thought that we were close enough to tell eachother everything." She questioned. "And here you are trying to leave this earth without any warning." Tears rapidly streaming down her face. Strands of blonde hair sticking to her cheeks along with her dried tears. "Never had I in a million years thought you'd never do this...ever, If I hadn't kicked down the door, you would've probably gone even farther."

"Chels, please-"

"WHATEVER YOU'RE GOING THROUGH DARCY, I COULD'VE HELPED YOU!" She yelled. "How long, Darc?"

"Che-"

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HURTING YOURSELF?" She demanded.

"I-Chels-"

"Forget it Darc." She spat. "I don't want talk to you nor even see you again!" With that she ran back inside the house and slammed the door shut. I quickly looked around the street to see if anyone saw the severe scene. I couldn't help but feel weak as I slumped down onto the ground, feeling sick to my stomach, sobbing furiously.

End of Flashback...

The tears made their way down to my cheeks as I looked over to the framed picture of Chels and I by my bedside table. We were the best of friends, no other cliche friendship. We were inseperable. But one thing, one little evil thing that crossed my mind made that friendship end. One important person I cared for the most, I lost. It's been 3 months since the last time I ever had connections with her. As for English, she requested to change seats and now I just sit in the back as if I'm some lonely friendless nobody. I feel as if I don't exist in her world anymore, it was all because I cut her out.

*KNOCK KNOCK* I quickly wiped away the tears as I heard someone knock. "Come in." I called. Harry walked in with a smile on his face, far from different last night.

"Morning, Darc." He smiled. "Goodmorning." I smiled back. his attention turned to the bear sitting nicely on the chair. "Cute bear." He chuckled.

"Ryan won it for me last night." I smiled.

"Carnival?" He chuckled lightly. I nodded, slightly giggling.

"Explains the candy floss breath." He laughed. I chuckled.

"Well I made you breakfast, so hurry up before you get late to school." He chuckled. I slapped my palm across my forehead remembering I had school, shit.

"Okay?" I said hestitantly. Why was Harry being nice all of a sudden? Weird.

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I quickly slipped on a sheer white blouse on, smoothing the slight wrinkles at the hem. I jumped myself into black leggings, and shrugged on over a slouchy olive green cardigan. I stepped into my black combat boots, whilst trying to brush my tangled waves. I spritzed on some body spray and grabbed my ready bag on the coat hanger as I rushed myself downstairs.

The aroma of freshly made pancakes and bacon just made me melt. I rushed on over to the kitchen table to see the two plates ready and Harry sipping on fresh brewed coffee, scanning his eyes over the newspaper. He shot me a kind smile, slightly awkward as he placed his cup on the table, along with the newspaper.

I sat down carefully and picked up the fork as I devoured the savoury breakfast into my mouth. "Heaven." I muttered, shrugging and rolling my eyes into the back of my head.

"So Darc, how's your morning going so far?" He asked. I placed my fork down in suspicion to why Harry was acting like this.

"Fine, until I got a weird feeling from you for being too nice?" I said curiously.

"Oh- Just you know, just wanted to make my daughter some breakfa-"

"Cut to the chase, Harry." I said straight forward.

"Why? I can't make my da-"

"What do you want?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing." He said nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes scoffing. Wait.

"Wait, you're being nice to me because you want the "deets" of my date last night." I said air quoting 'deets', and finally crossing my arms and slumping back into the chair.

"No-Pft-No." He said, looking guilty. I shot him a glare. "Why would you think that?" He asked, nervously laughing.

"Because you cooked me this nice breakfast." I said sternly.

"Okay fine you caught me." He said, raising his hands up.

"Well either way, I'm not telling you." I said getting up to the sink.

"Why not? I'm your Dad." He whined. I placed my plate into the sink as I grabbed my bag.

"My lips, are sealed." I said, pretending to seal my lips and throwing the imaginary key back, as I dashed out the door.

Notes

I'm so sorry if I made this chapter confusing, it's just that I forgot to mention Chelsea and School in all the other chapters. And I know that this chapter doesn't really talk much about her school and such but I promise you guys more of that will be added onto future chapters and I felt as if maybe I made flashbacks it would just make the story a bit more interesting. Hope you all enjoy <33 Thank you so much for reading.

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