Hello, Darcy.
Forever and Always.
Harry's P.O.V.
I really didn't want to leave Olivia's side, but Doctor Ravenberg and herself insisted that we head on home. I was afraid that by the time she was passing, she would die alone and I wouldn't want that...neither would she. I wanted to be by her side.
Darcy and I arrived home late than usual, 12:00 A.M. to be exact. Liv had her blood drawn, injected and x-rayed the whole day, I didn't want to leave her in pain alone. Darcy didn't mind either, she wanted to be with her Mum.
I sat here at the kitchen table with dimmed lights. My head buried in the palm of my hands, letting my worries slip away. I haven't eaten much all day, nor even took a blink of sleep. I just wanted to go back to the hospital and hold Liv's hand and tell her all over again that everything is going to be okay. I felt the wave of tears begin to fill my eyes as I tried so hard not to let them out. I got up slowly and walked around the house for a bit, eventually stopping in the living room, framed pictures of Darc and Liv were everywhere around the house, I couldn't bare but feel pity. One picture in particular sittin at the top shelf caught my eye. It was when Liv just gave birth to Darcy, holding her softly in an embrace, how her eyes brightened and her face shined looking over at the newborn. I felt torn inside, not being there to see the birth of my only daughter, not being able to feel and experience the joy that Olivia was feeling, I know she was happy, but I also know that deep down she was torn as well. I brought up my hand slowly and brushed my finger over the picture, almost as if I was tracing it. Suddenly I heard someone move behind me, making me flinch, almost knocking down the picture. My heart was racing nervously fast I turned around, I see no other than Darcy asleep and knocked out on the couch. I felt a sigh of relief to only know it was Darcy. I walked over to the other sofa across from her and grabbed the plaid fleece, walking back over to her and carefully draping it over her. A smile crept on my face as I watched my daughter sleep so deeply, looking so sweet and innocent. I almost imagined as if she was a little girl all over again, knocking into sleep after a long day of playing. But here came the torn feeling again, with the stinging tears slowly swelling up in my eyes. The guilty shame that washed over me was in my presence now. Imagining Darcy as a little girl, so innocent ans sweet, yet here I was missing out on that period of time. The tears now trickled down my cheeks, the warm tears of the hurtful past were now ready, pouring out fast. I slowly knelt down to her level, and watched her intently, taking in her similar futures to mine and Liv's.
"I'm so sorry Darcy." I softly said, my voice cracking barely above a whisper. I kissed her forehead lightly and carefully rubbed her head.
I carefully and silently grabbed my jacket on the coffee table, heading out towards the door.
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Darcy's. P.O.V.
I woke up to an unusual place, an unusual surrounding. I woke up in the living room. I guess I fell asleep here and Harry put this plaid fleece over me. I shifted around a bit and noticed Harry sitting but sleeping in the sofa in front of me. He was still in the same clothes as yesterday as I was too. The only thing I remember last night was crashing on the sofa around 12, and it all went blank. As for Harry, I wondered what he was up to. I didn't feel like my usual new happy self again, I felt dreary, almost as if I was sick. I tried to plop myself up on my elbows, but the pounding pain in my head made me slump back down, causing my head to hit the arm rest. "Ow." I complained, rubbing my head.
"Darcy?" Harry called, suddenly walking over to me. "You alright?" He knelt down to my height, worry masked over his face. I noticed his eyes were puffy and red shot, with dried smeared tears on his cheeks, almost as if he'd been crying all night.
"Just a headache that's al- OW." I said while trying to get up. "I need to get ready." I said weakly.
Harry laid me still as he brought his hand up to my forehead. "Oh No, Darcy you're not going to school today." He said sternly. He sprinted over to the kitchen and heard shuffling of cabinets. It went silent for a second until I saw his long feet in front of me.
"Here." He said. I looked up to see a tall glass of water and a bottle of advil. "Take this." He set down both objects as he helped me to sit up. "Take two, and I'll be in the kitchen to call a Doctor." He said. With the worry in his voice I could tell that my fever was really high. I nodded as I shook out two pills from the bottle, gulping them down.
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Harry's P.O.V.
"Alright, Ryan thank you very much." I said, I hung up the phone and placing it down onto the table. Here I was once again, holding my head in my hands, letting my worries slip through.
For Liv and for Darcy.
Flashback of last night...
The hurtful tears streamed down my face as I kept my clenched hand on the wheel, my eyes staring blankly on the road.
Much to my content, the hospital wasn't full today as it usually was. I walked over to Melinda who was busy typing away on her computer. "Hello, Harry." She said. "Go ahead and sign." Without looking over me, I could tell she could recognize my full mop of curls from the corner of her eye. I took the pen with my shaking hand and signed the paper.
"Is Doctor Ravenberg in at this time of morning?" I asked. She finally turned around and lowered her glasses down to the bridge of her nose.
"At 1 in the morning yes." She smiled, spinning her chair back to the computer.
"Alright, thank you." I said.
I walked down the halls and finally to her room. I stood by the open door and saw Doctor Ravenberg giving the last of her injection. Much to my disappointment, she wasn't awake yet.
"Oh, Harry! You startled me there a little, what are you doing here at this time?" Doctor Ravenberg said, holding his hand to his heart, as if he had a heart attack.
"I need to see Olivia." I said, with trembling lips. He nodded in understandment. "I also came to see you Doctor."
"What is it you need help with Harry?" He asked kindly.
"How is she?" I asked, looking over his shoulder to Liv.
"She's... Mr. Styles... I don't know how to break it to you..." He paused. "The treatment has been only working for the first few months, but now it seems as if her body is too weak to take it all now."
"What do you mean Doc?" I asked worried.
"Her body failed the treatment Harry..." He paused. I didn't want to hear the next of his words for I already knew what is was... "There's nothing else we can do."
I felt my heart drop, I felt as if the world crashed down on me... felt as if this was the last of everything. I couldn't breathe, nor feel anything. I remembered one thing Doctor told me, one thing he told me to hang on too and to never loose.
"Hope." I suddenly blurted out.
"Sorry?" Doctor asked confused.
"Hope, Doctor. Remember what you told me?" I asked, a rush of slight anger suddenly waved over me.
He scratched the back of his neck hesistantly. "You know Harry, I'm happy that you hadn't given up on this nor loose hope-"
"Is that what you say to your dying patients? Everyone? Never to loose hope?" I stepped closer to him, feeling furiously than ever. "Making them believe in something you're not so sure in-"
"Harry, I didn't say I don't believe in hope." He said calmly. "Of course that's something for you to believe and it's what I want everyone to believe, I want everyone to feel happy and to have hope that the person they're loving is going to get better-"
"When theres suddenly a downfall." I concluded. He let out a sigh.
"Harry, I'm sorry... We tried everything we could to help Liv." He put a hand on my shoulder, then left walking off.
I slowly walked into Olivia's room, trying hard to keep myself together. Trying hard to keep these welling tears from falling. I grabbed the chair by the table and rolled it over next to her. I watched her intently, just like I watched Darcy sleep last night. Their breathtaking features were so similar. "Liv." I said softly, with my voice cracking. "I know you're sleeping, but hopefully you can hear me..." I paused and slightly grabbed her hand, lifting it slightly, and rubbing circles over her thinned out skin. My eye suddenly caught the attention of the shining rock on her hand. The thought of impossiblity crept into my mind. What if Liv doesn't make it...
Older Flashback...
I stood by the door frame, slightly crept up and watching Darcy and Liv looking over a wedding catalog.
"I like this one." Darcy pointed out.
"Oh, that one is lovely." Liv said, with excitement in her voice.
"So Mum, when's the date?" Darcy giggled. There was a slight moment of silence before Liv broke it. "Honestly Darc, I don't know... To be honest, I don't know if I'll make it for that day."
End of Older Flashback...
Liv didn't have hope for herself. The decision of my words left me heartbroken to pour them out, but I had to.
"It was really selfish of me to keep you waiting here in pain, waiting for you to get better Liv. I know that I wanted you to get better for Me and for Darcy... but honestly Liv, I can't keep watching you like this and I know you don't want to be living like this. I know that you didn't believe in hope for yourself but I just want you to know that there were two people that had hope for you... Darcy and I had not once didn't stop having faith in you. But if you're ready to be taken away Liv, I'll accept that." I paused, the tears streamed silently but abruptly down my face. "Just know that I always loved you and I always will." I held her hand up to my racing heart, filled with hurt but lust over her. The only woman I never stopped loving and the only woman that taught me love, was being taken away from me.
End of Flashback.
The sudden ding of the doorbell flinched me out of my thoughts as I quickly jogged to the door, I opened it to see Ryan.
"Mr. Styles." He said politely.
"Ryan, thank you so much for coming right away." I said, motioning my hand for him to come in.
"My pleasure Mr. Styles, now where's Darcy?" He asked. I quickly walked on over to the living room with Ryan following me. Once we reached the living room I noticed Darcy's dull, gloomy face brightened with joy once she landed her eyes on Ryan. Her eyes shining with bliss.
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Darcy's P.O.V.
My heart raced with excitement but I was still confused as to why Ryan was here.
"Ryan, what are you doing here?" I asked. Without respond he walked over to me and knelt down, placing his hand over my forehead.
"I'll leave you both here." Harry said awkwardly, shuffling out to the kitchen.
"Your Dad called me over." Ryan said softly, smiling. Making me melt inside, making me feel enlightened and new. I tell you he was almost the cure of my sickness.
"Right, Doctor." I giggled.
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Harry's P.O.V.
I stayed in the kitchen giving Darcy and Ryan a little bit of privacy. I couldn't get rid of the look on Darcy's face when Ryan walked in. The joy and delight on her face was priceless. But my feelings hit hard rock for I knew she would loose that happiness once she found out about her Mum...
I really didn't want to leave Olivia's side, but Doctor Ravenberg and herself insisted that we head on home. I was afraid that by the time she was passing, she would die alone and I wouldn't want that...neither would she. I wanted to be by her side.
Darcy and I arrived home late than usual, 12:00 A.M. to be exact. Liv had her blood drawn, injected and x-rayed the whole day, I didn't want to leave her in pain alone. Darcy didn't mind either, she wanted to be with her Mum.
I sat here at the kitchen table with dimmed lights. My head buried in the palm of my hands, letting my worries slip away. I haven't eaten much all day, nor even took a blink of sleep. I just wanted to go back to the hospital and hold Liv's hand and tell her all over again that everything is going to be okay. I felt the wave of tears begin to fill my eyes as I tried so hard not to let them out. I got up slowly and walked around the house for a bit, eventually stopping in the living room, framed pictures of Darc and Liv were everywhere around the house, I couldn't bare but feel pity. One picture in particular sittin at the top shelf caught my eye. It was when Liv just gave birth to Darcy, holding her softly in an embrace, how her eyes brightened and her face shined looking over at the newborn. I felt torn inside, not being there to see the birth of my only daughter, not being able to feel and experience the joy that Olivia was feeling, I know she was happy, but I also know that deep down she was torn as well. I brought up my hand slowly and brushed my finger over the picture, almost as if I was tracing it. Suddenly I heard someone move behind me, making me flinch, almost knocking down the picture. My heart was racing nervously fast I turned around, I see no other than Darcy asleep and knocked out on the couch. I felt a sigh of relief to only know it was Darcy. I walked over to the other sofa across from her and grabbed the plaid fleece, walking back over to her and carefully draping it over her. A smile crept on my face as I watched my daughter sleep so deeply, looking so sweet and innocent. I almost imagined as if she was a little girl all over again, knocking into sleep after a long day of playing. But here came the torn feeling again, with the stinging tears slowly swelling up in my eyes. The guilty shame that washed over me was in my presence now. Imagining Darcy as a little girl, so innocent ans sweet, yet here I was missing out on that period of time. The tears now trickled down my cheeks, the warm tears of the hurtful past were now ready, pouring out fast. I slowly knelt down to her level, and watched her intently, taking in her similar futures to mine and Liv's.
"I'm so sorry Darcy." I softly said, my voice cracking barely above a whisper. I kissed her forehead lightly and carefully rubbed her head.
I carefully and silently grabbed my jacket on the coffee table, heading out towards the door.
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Darcy's. P.O.V.
I woke up to an unusual place, an unusual surrounding. I woke up in the living room. I guess I fell asleep here and Harry put this plaid fleece over me. I shifted around a bit and noticed Harry sitting but sleeping in the sofa in front of me. He was still in the same clothes as yesterday as I was too. The only thing I remember last night was crashing on the sofa around 12, and it all went blank. As for Harry, I wondered what he was up to. I didn't feel like my usual new happy self again, I felt dreary, almost as if I was sick. I tried to plop myself up on my elbows, but the pounding pain in my head made me slump back down, causing my head to hit the arm rest. "Ow." I complained, rubbing my head.
"Darcy?" Harry called, suddenly walking over to me. "You alright?" He knelt down to my height, worry masked over his face. I noticed his eyes were puffy and red shot, with dried smeared tears on his cheeks, almost as if he'd been crying all night.
"Just a headache that's al- OW." I said while trying to get up. "I need to get ready." I said weakly.
Harry laid me still as he brought his hand up to my forehead. "Oh No, Darcy you're not going to school today." He said sternly. He sprinted over to the kitchen and heard shuffling of cabinets. It went silent for a second until I saw his long feet in front of me.
"Here." He said. I looked up to see a tall glass of water and a bottle of advil. "Take this." He set down both objects as he helped me to sit up. "Take two, and I'll be in the kitchen to call a Doctor." He said. With the worry in his voice I could tell that my fever was really high. I nodded as I shook out two pills from the bottle, gulping them down.
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Harry's P.O.V.
"Alright, Ryan thank you very much." I said, I hung up the phone and placing it down onto the table. Here I was once again, holding my head in my hands, letting my worries slip through.
For Liv and for Darcy.
Flashback of last night...
The hurtful tears streamed down my face as I kept my clenched hand on the wheel, my eyes staring blankly on the road.
Much to my content, the hospital wasn't full today as it usually was. I walked over to Melinda who was busy typing away on her computer. "Hello, Harry." She said. "Go ahead and sign." Without looking over me, I could tell she could recognize my full mop of curls from the corner of her eye. I took the pen with my shaking hand and signed the paper.
"Is Doctor Ravenberg in at this time of morning?" I asked. She finally turned around and lowered her glasses down to the bridge of her nose.
"At 1 in the morning yes." She smiled, spinning her chair back to the computer.
"Alright, thank you." I said.
I walked down the halls and finally to her room. I stood by the open door and saw Doctor Ravenberg giving the last of her injection. Much to my disappointment, she wasn't awake yet.
"Oh, Harry! You startled me there a little, what are you doing here at this time?" Doctor Ravenberg said, holding his hand to his heart, as if he had a heart attack.
"I need to see Olivia." I said, with trembling lips. He nodded in understandment. "I also came to see you Doctor."
"What is it you need help with Harry?" He asked kindly.
"How is she?" I asked, looking over his shoulder to Liv.
"She's... Mr. Styles... I don't know how to break it to you..." He paused. "The treatment has been only working for the first few months, but now it seems as if her body is too weak to take it all now."
"What do you mean Doc?" I asked worried.
"Her body failed the treatment Harry..." He paused. I didn't want to hear the next of his words for I already knew what is was... "There's nothing else we can do."
I felt my heart drop, I felt as if the world crashed down on me... felt as if this was the last of everything. I couldn't breathe, nor feel anything. I remembered one thing Doctor told me, one thing he told me to hang on too and to never loose.
"Hope." I suddenly blurted out.
"Sorry?" Doctor asked confused.
"Hope, Doctor. Remember what you told me?" I asked, a rush of slight anger suddenly waved over me.
He scratched the back of his neck hesistantly. "You know Harry, I'm happy that you hadn't given up on this nor loose hope-"
"Is that what you say to your dying patients? Everyone? Never to loose hope?" I stepped closer to him, feeling furiously than ever. "Making them believe in something you're not so sure in-"
"Harry, I didn't say I don't believe in hope." He said calmly. "Of course that's something for you to believe and it's what I want everyone to believe, I want everyone to feel happy and to have hope that the person they're loving is going to get better-"
"When theres suddenly a downfall." I concluded. He let out a sigh.
"Harry, I'm sorry... We tried everything we could to help Liv." He put a hand on my shoulder, then left walking off.
I slowly walked into Olivia's room, trying hard to keep myself together. Trying hard to keep these welling tears from falling. I grabbed the chair by the table and rolled it over next to her. I watched her intently, just like I watched Darcy sleep last night. Their breathtaking features were so similar. "Liv." I said softly, with my voice cracking. "I know you're sleeping, but hopefully you can hear me..." I paused and slightly grabbed her hand, lifting it slightly, and rubbing circles over her thinned out skin. My eye suddenly caught the attention of the shining rock on her hand. The thought of impossiblity crept into my mind. What if Liv doesn't make it...
Older Flashback...
I stood by the door frame, slightly crept up and watching Darcy and Liv looking over a wedding catalog.
"I like this one." Darcy pointed out.
"Oh, that one is lovely." Liv said, with excitement in her voice.
"So Mum, when's the date?" Darcy giggled. There was a slight moment of silence before Liv broke it. "Honestly Darc, I don't know... To be honest, I don't know if I'll make it for that day."
End of Older Flashback...
Liv didn't have hope for herself. The decision of my words left me heartbroken to pour them out, but I had to.
"It was really selfish of me to keep you waiting here in pain, waiting for you to get better Liv. I know that I wanted you to get better for Me and for Darcy... but honestly Liv, I can't keep watching you like this and I know you don't want to be living like this. I know that you didn't believe in hope for yourself but I just want you to know that there were two people that had hope for you... Darcy and I had not once didn't stop having faith in you. But if you're ready to be taken away Liv, I'll accept that." I paused, the tears streamed silently but abruptly down my face. "Just know that I always loved you and I always will." I held her hand up to my racing heart, filled with hurt but lust over her. The only woman I never stopped loving and the only woman that taught me love, was being taken away from me.
End of Flashback.
The sudden ding of the doorbell flinched me out of my thoughts as I quickly jogged to the door, I opened it to see Ryan.
"Mr. Styles." He said politely.
"Ryan, thank you so much for coming right away." I said, motioning my hand for him to come in.
"My pleasure Mr. Styles, now where's Darcy?" He asked. I quickly walked on over to the living room with Ryan following me. Once we reached the living room I noticed Darcy's dull, gloomy face brightened with joy once she landed her eyes on Ryan. Her eyes shining with bliss.
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Darcy's P.O.V.
My heart raced with excitement but I was still confused as to why Ryan was here.
"Ryan, what are you doing here?" I asked. Without respond he walked over to me and knelt down, placing his hand over my forehead.
"I'll leave you both here." Harry said awkwardly, shuffling out to the kitchen.
"Your Dad called me over." Ryan said softly, smiling. Making me melt inside, making me feel enlightened and new. I tell you he was almost the cure of my sickness.
"Right, Doctor." I giggled.
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Harry's P.O.V.
I stayed in the kitchen giving Darcy and Ryan a little bit of privacy. I couldn't get rid of the look on Darcy's face when Ryan walked in. The joy and delight on her face was priceless. But my feelings hit hard rock for I knew she would loose that happiness once she found out about her Mum...
Notes
I'm sorry this is another sad chapter and im sorry if the flashbacks are confusing but i just thought it would add some depth to the story.Although I did enjoy writing from Harry's P.O.V. I hope you guys enjoy <333 And get excited for the new chapter ;)Comments, questions, feedback, and opinions are always welcome :)
This is SOOOOOOOO good! You are a true diamond in the rough. Can't wait to see what happens next.
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