Hello, Darcy.
Hello, Darcy.
"Hello, Darcy." A deep husky voice called from the corner. At the corner of my eye I saw a tall figure stand by the sink and the cabinets, but I couldn't dare look. My eyes grew wide at my Mum. She just gave me the 'Just go with it' look. I then scurried my eyes over to the tall figure, He didn't look to bad eh. About 6'0 feet tall, brown curly hair and hazel eyes. Must be one of Mum's dates, she hasn't had one in a while. Mum continued with the dinner she was chopping seconds ago, leaving this awkward guy and I staring at eachother.
"Hi." I said and broke the silence. "Are you one of Mum's dates?" I asked. Mum coughed as if she'd just been choking on something. He let out a little smirt, causing his dimples to show. I smiled awkwardly. "Hey, you have dimples too." He called out.
"Yeah, guess you can say tha-"
"Harry, just cut to the chase and tell her already." Mum blurted out.
"Tell me what?" I asked, the situation was getting more and more intense. I didn't know what was going on and I don't know this man, never had I ever seen him in my entire life.
"I'm Harry Styles, I'm your Father, Darcy." He said and walked over to me slowly. I felt my insides churn and I felt sick, was this a dream? Am I going crazy?
"What?" I asked as I started backing up, I reached my hand behind for the nearest wall. I started to feel dizzy and weak.
"Who-are, what?" I asked, and fell weakly onto the ground.
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"Don't think she took that quite well." A voice said.
"That she gets from you." Another said.
I opened my eyes, and squinted as the bright ceiling light was dangling over me. "Thank God, she's awake." It was Mum. Great, so this wasn't a dream. There stood the one that claims "He's my father".
"You alright Darc?" He asked.
"Obviously." I muttered and held my head as Mum helped me up, still feeling a little bit dizzy.
"How long was I out for?" I asked.
"Couple minutes." Harry said.
"I wasn't asking you." I snapped.
"Darcy, don't talk to your Father like that." Mom scolded.
"No, I can talk to him however I want and who said he's my father anyways?" I asked furiously and quickly ran up to my bedroom.
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It's been minutes, but it felt like hours being stuck in this room. I didn't want to go down and face that man that says he's my father. No way. After 16 years, some idiot tries and pretends to be my Dad? I bet Mum paid him to pretend, whatever she's doing to try to make me happy isn't working.
I looked over at the wall clock and it was already 6:30. I bet Harry left already, and I need to be at Chelsea's family dinner soon. I stripped out of my jeans and long sleeve and walked over to the closet and brought out a black longsleeve dress with a cut out in the back that was just above the knees. Then I grabbed my black plain flats, slipping them on. I hated my appearance more than ever, so why cover it up with makeup when it's plain hideous? Might as well show the world what I really look like. I grabbed my phone and walked over to the door, but just as I was about to open it there was a knock.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"It's your Mum, now open it." She snapped. I opened the door and stood there.
"Why are you dressed so fancy?" She asked.
"Family dinner at Chelsea's." I said.
"No, you're staying here and having a family dinner with us." She snapped.
"Family Dinner? Wait Harry's still here?" I scoffed. "I have to leave soon, Chels is waiti-"
"Chelsea can wait and have dinner with you some other time, in the meanwhile can you atleast appreciate your Father's time and effort into visiting you for dinner." She blurted. "Now go downstairs."
I groaned and walked zombie-like downstairs, with mum behind me.
"There she is!" Harry exclaimed from the table. The food was already prepared, and the aroma was great. Although I felt myself loosing my apetite as I knew I was going to share this food with Harry.
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I sat across from him as Mum sat across from him as well. The only sounds of plates and silverwear tapping over eachother, gulps and chews somehow managed to break the silence. I sat there slouching my back playing around with the pasta on my plate. From the corner of my eye I could see them exchanging awkward glances, trying to make one another talk to me.
"So Darcy, how's school going? Getting good grades?" He asked.
I nodded taking a sip of water.
"Have good frien-"
"Okay, how much is my Mum paying you?" I blurted out furiously, dropping the fork on the table, causing a loud clatter.
"Darcy!" Mum exclaimed. Harry dropped the roll back on the plate as I asked that question.
"Look, I appreciate the fact that you're trying to make me happy and all but if you want me to have a Dad, find my real one." I snapped.
"I am your real one." Harry said. I'm surprised he didn't yell, he was taking this situation easy unlike Mum who was completely going a-wall.
"Really? Mind getting a DNA test then-"
"Alri-"
"NO, Harry... Darcy go up to you room!" She yelled. "NOW!"
I ran quickly up my room and shut the door loudly, the stinging tears waved their way into my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening, after so many years of feeling alone and confused. I felt even worse.
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Hours later most of the lights were off downstairs and I silently went down the kitchen and to my surprise Harry was still here. I stood by the stairs, uneasy of going back down there, eavesdropping at their conversation.
"I'm so sorry for tonight, Harry." Mum said softly.
"It's alright Liv, I understand anyways." He said, I could tell the disappointment in his voice.
"But I'm happy that you still showed up." She said.
"I'm happy that you forgave me Liv, even after 16 years of not showing up." He said. Wait what? "And I'm hoping that Darcy will forgive me too."
I felt uneasy again, wait so if Harry is my father? Then why hasn't my Mum told me? Nor ever told me at all for 16 years. My life has been a lie.
"Hi." I said and broke the silence. "Are you one of Mum's dates?" I asked. Mum coughed as if she'd just been choking on something. He let out a little smirt, causing his dimples to show. I smiled awkwardly. "Hey, you have dimples too." He called out.
"Yeah, guess you can say tha-"
"Harry, just cut to the chase and tell her already." Mum blurted out.
"Tell me what?" I asked, the situation was getting more and more intense. I didn't know what was going on and I don't know this man, never had I ever seen him in my entire life.
"I'm Harry Styles, I'm your Father, Darcy." He said and walked over to me slowly. I felt my insides churn and I felt sick, was this a dream? Am I going crazy?
"What?" I asked as I started backing up, I reached my hand behind for the nearest wall. I started to feel dizzy and weak.
"Who-are, what?" I asked, and fell weakly onto the ground.
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"Don't think she took that quite well." A voice said.
"That she gets from you." Another said.
I opened my eyes, and squinted as the bright ceiling light was dangling over me. "Thank God, she's awake." It was Mum. Great, so this wasn't a dream. There stood the one that claims "He's my father".
"You alright Darc?" He asked.
"Obviously." I muttered and held my head as Mum helped me up, still feeling a little bit dizzy.
"How long was I out for?" I asked.
"Couple minutes." Harry said.
"I wasn't asking you." I snapped.
"Darcy, don't talk to your Father like that." Mom scolded.
"No, I can talk to him however I want and who said he's my father anyways?" I asked furiously and quickly ran up to my bedroom.
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It's been minutes, but it felt like hours being stuck in this room. I didn't want to go down and face that man that says he's my father. No way. After 16 years, some idiot tries and pretends to be my Dad? I bet Mum paid him to pretend, whatever she's doing to try to make me happy isn't working.
I looked over at the wall clock and it was already 6:30. I bet Harry left already, and I need to be at Chelsea's family dinner soon. I stripped out of my jeans and long sleeve and walked over to the closet and brought out a black longsleeve dress with a cut out in the back that was just above the knees. Then I grabbed my black plain flats, slipping them on. I hated my appearance more than ever, so why cover it up with makeup when it's plain hideous? Might as well show the world what I really look like. I grabbed my phone and walked over to the door, but just as I was about to open it there was a knock.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"It's your Mum, now open it." She snapped. I opened the door and stood there.
"Why are you dressed so fancy?" She asked.
"Family dinner at Chelsea's." I said.
"No, you're staying here and having a family dinner with us." She snapped.
"Family Dinner? Wait Harry's still here?" I scoffed. "I have to leave soon, Chels is waiti-"
"Chelsea can wait and have dinner with you some other time, in the meanwhile can you atleast appreciate your Father's time and effort into visiting you for dinner." She blurted. "Now go downstairs."
I groaned and walked zombie-like downstairs, with mum behind me.
"There she is!" Harry exclaimed from the table. The food was already prepared, and the aroma was great. Although I felt myself loosing my apetite as I knew I was going to share this food with Harry.
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I sat across from him as Mum sat across from him as well. The only sounds of plates and silverwear tapping over eachother, gulps and chews somehow managed to break the silence. I sat there slouching my back playing around with the pasta on my plate. From the corner of my eye I could see them exchanging awkward glances, trying to make one another talk to me.
"So Darcy, how's school going? Getting good grades?" He asked.
I nodded taking a sip of water.
"Have good frien-"
"Okay, how much is my Mum paying you?" I blurted out furiously, dropping the fork on the table, causing a loud clatter.
"Darcy!" Mum exclaimed. Harry dropped the roll back on the plate as I asked that question.
"Look, I appreciate the fact that you're trying to make me happy and all but if you want me to have a Dad, find my real one." I snapped.
"I am your real one." Harry said. I'm surprised he didn't yell, he was taking this situation easy unlike Mum who was completely going a-wall.
"Really? Mind getting a DNA test then-"
"Alri-"
"NO, Harry... Darcy go up to you room!" She yelled. "NOW!"
I ran quickly up my room and shut the door loudly, the stinging tears waved their way into my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening, after so many years of feeling alone and confused. I felt even worse.
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Hours later most of the lights were off downstairs and I silently went down the kitchen and to my surprise Harry was still here. I stood by the stairs, uneasy of going back down there, eavesdropping at their conversation.
"I'm so sorry for tonight, Harry." Mum said softly.
"It's alright Liv, I understand anyways." He said, I could tell the disappointment in his voice.
"But I'm happy that you still showed up." She said.
"I'm happy that you forgave me Liv, even after 16 years of not showing up." He said. Wait what? "And I'm hoping that Darcy will forgive me too."
I felt uneasy again, wait so if Harry is my father? Then why hasn't my Mum told me? Nor ever told me at all for 16 years. My life has been a lie.
This is SOOOOOOOO good! You are a true diamond in the rough. Can't wait to see what happens next.
7/7/15