Hello, Darcy.
Give Me Love.
Really sorry that I took sooo long to update, please forgive me! I made the story longer to make it up to all you loyal viewers :) I had a very nice time at the 1D concert and I've been busy this whole week :( Warning: Sexual Content, read at your own risk. Enjoy <3
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I stood in front of the mirror, taking in the dark color of my black attire. Never in a million years would I have dressed suitably for a funeral, never the less would I ever thought of dressing for my Mum’s funeral. My eyes began to sting with hot tears, brimming my eyes. I heard a silent knock on my door, quickly wiping away the tears that strolled down my cheeks.
The door opened, revealing a head full of mopped curls. “Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded as I took in his appearance, a black tux and dress shoes, although dressed in fancy attire, his face seemed worn out, his eyes were blood shot red and bags began to develop under his eyes. He gave me a pity smile as he closed the door shut. I took one deep breath in and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. You can do this, Darcy. I said to myself.
A weird feeling began to form in my stomach as I nervously walked down the steps of the house, looking over to Mum’s room. My whole body was shaking and trembling, but I tried to catch myself from tripping down the steps holding onto the rail.
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Harry’s P.O.V.
I heard slow steps walking down the stairs, and as I lifted my head up I saw Darcy looking nervous than ever. Unlike me her eye weren’t dark, blood shot red nor were her cheeks stained with dry tears. Unlike me, she was a strong girl, just like her Mother. The whole time she’s been walking down the stairs, her eyes have been blankly staring at the wall. Finally at her last step she turned to face me.
“Are you ready?” I asked softly. She nodded in response as I stood up and grabbed the car keys.
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On the way to the funeral home was silent, no conversations, no nothing. The only sound of my weak beating heart was heard through my ears, no one else could feel the pain or suffering that I’m feeling. Loosing someone I loved most, especially Olivia. Never would I have thought I’d loose her forever.
“Is that it?” Darcy asked, pointing out to the funeral home already filled with a few people. I nodded coming back into my thoughts as I drove to the place.
Darcy froze still in the car as soon as I opened my door, I sighed and closed it back. Her eyes were blank and dull, staring out in the window. “Darcy?” I asked quietly.
“I don’t think I can do this.” She admitted, looking over at me with tears beginning to brim her eyes.
I squeezed her shoulder lightly giving her assurance. “Darcy, you know I can’t force you to.” I paused. “Whatever your choice is I will support you with that, but this is your Mum… You know as much as you don’t want to say your last goodbye’s, I don’t either.”
“But we have to move on from this Darc, it’s the only thing your Mum wanted.” I added. She nodded as the tears spilled out from her eyes.
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We both headed out the car as condolences were already being said. I was happy that the lads were here along with their wives and kids, giving me support.
I watched Darcy walk on over to the lads’ kids, getting condolences from them as well. I watched as Violet opened her arms and welcomed Darcy into them as Darcy began to sob uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but feel my heart break for her, wishing I could be the one to comfort her although that’s the last thing she wants right now.
“Harry.” A small voice said from behind me, as I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I turned around to meet Niall’s gloomy face. His eyes were bloodshot red, making his blue orbs darker than usual, filled with so much grief.
“I’m sorry.” He started, his voice began to quiver and shake as soon as words were struggling to spill out from his mouth. “I can feel what you’re feeling.”
I nodded in understandment as I watched his hand level up to mine, waiting for me to shake it. Without hesitation I took his hand and shook it, finally brushing off the grudge we were holding on to for so long. I knew that Niall loved Olivia, and that she loved him back but in the end we all knew who was really for each other. I’m happy Niall moved on and found someone new that actually cared for him, lucky enough to give him a son.
I cleared my throat as Niall let go of my hand. “I’m going to see her now.” I said, my voice sounding smaller than ever. He nodded as I began to walk inside the chapel, the adrenaline in my body was just too much. I could feel my heart racing nervously, just thinking about seeing her in a coffin just made my thoughts go crazy. I stood by the entrance door slowly looking up to see her marbled white coffin, arranged with white flowers and to the side was a portrait of her decorated with white roses. Taking a deep breath in as I walked down the burgundy carpet leading towards her. As I was getting nearer and nearer I felt as if I was going to faint on my tracks, the world felt as if it was crashing down on me and I had no where else to run or hide but feel the pressure crushing me. I finally made it as I noticed I couldn’t walk any farther, for I was standing still in front of her grave. My breath shook as I slowly looked up to her. Then and there, my heart dropped. It took a long time for me to realize that a sob full of tears streamed down my face. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears I could see her pale body laying restless. I could see every little detail that her body had to offer. Her skin was pale, her hair went from golden brown to some straw-ish brown, her whole body was just skin and bones, the way she looked in my eyes didn’t make me recognize her. It was like this wasn’t Olivia. A loud sob escaped my mouth as I quickly brought up my hand and covered my mouth, refraining myself from crying louder.
“Are you ready to let them in now?” A voice asked from behind. I turned around to see a man in a black tux waiting by the door. “Or do you need more time sir?” I didn’t hesitate before I nodded.
“Let them in now.” I said. He nodded before opening the door, and I noticed a much larger crowd than earlier. I sat myself on the first row of the long wooden chairs as I heard mutters and low wails coming from behind. I turned around to see Darcy with bloodshot red eyes and quickly walking down her Mother’s grave, abruptly hovering over it. I quickly ran up to her and refraining her from knocking the coffin down. “Darcy.” I warned.
“Darcy, please.” I warned again. I looked around to see the attention on us, people’s faces were masked over with pity. It didn’t take much before she finally became weak and fell into my arms. “Sshhh.” I said, rubbing her back.
I noticed people started to fill up the rows, while others waited behind us to see Liv.
“Harry?” A familiar voice asked.
I turned around to see a woman who looked like she was in her late 50’s. She looked so familiar, yet I couldn’t recognize her. “Grandma.” Darcy wailed and flung herself to her. It was Olivia’s Mum.
“Mrs. Paige.” I said sternly. She held Darcy tight as she whispered sweet nothings into her ear, reassuring her that everything is going to be okay.
“Go get yourself seated Darling, I’ll be with you shortly.” She said softly. Darcy nodded and walked over to the front row, sitting herself down.
“Harry, I’m sorry for your loss.” She stated.
“I’m sorry for your loss as well, she’s your daughter after all.” I said.
“Look, I’m sorry Harry.” She paused. “I loved my daughter so muc-“
“Then why didn’t you visit her at the hospital, huh? When she was dying?” I started to feel the anger boil inside of me.
“You hurt her too Harry.” She hissed.
“Atleast I came back into her life.”
“Look, if you were still mad at her over the fact that she had Darcy, blame me not her, cause clearly we both wanted this.” I hissed.
“I knew she loved you so much Harry, I decided not to get in her way anymore and tell her what she should do…” Her voice drifted. “I’ll just sit down now.” It wasn’t too long before she was seated in the back. At the corner of my eye I saw Mum and Gemma, along with Matt and the kids. Mum and Gemma abruptly ran over to me as they hugged me tightly. “We’re so sorry for your loss Harry.” Gemma said softly.
I nodded as they let go of me. “Condolence, Harry.” Matt said behind Gemma. I gave him a small smile as they returned to the rows for their seats. I looked over to the podium next to Liv’s coffin, although I hadn’t had a speech in mind, it wouldn’t hurt for a last minute goodbye. I walked over to it, standing behind it as I started to catch everyone’s attention.
“Everyone.” I said sternly, clearing my throat. Everyone became silent as soon as I started. “I’d like to thank each and every one of you for coming to Olivia’s funeral, I know that it’s hard seeing someone you love so much… To leave… But I know that each and every one of you is strong enough to come along and say our last goodbye’s to her.” I looked over at Olivia’s coffin again. “In all honesty, I didn’t have a speech ready or in mind, but after all I wanted to say what’s in my heart and say my last goodbye. Olivia was a great friend, daughter, and a great lover, there’s no one else in this world that I would ask for their hand in marriage except for her. Throughout our journey, we had so many ups and downs, but at the end of the day we would always resolve our problems. Although in particular I know that there was one mistake that I’ve done to potentially hurt Olivia so much that I lost her for a period of time. Never had I once ever thought that I would have her back, nor even come to ever contact our beautiful daughter Darcy. Even though her soul may not be with her anymore, her soul is still deep in my heart. No matter what Olivia, you will always be with me… I love you.”
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“Thank you all for coming.” I smiled kindly at Olivia’s relatives. I suddenly felt a slight tap on my shoulder, but before I could turn around-
“Lovely speech you gave out there Harry.” I stood still on my tracks, making my eyes widen at the familiar soft voice. I turned around to see the unruling past in front of me.
“Hello Harry.” The tall blonde said. I couldn’t help but feel guilt or feel sick to my stomach that the one person that gave me happiness for a short period of time, making me hurt the one that I loved most even dare to show up.
“Gwen, what are you doing here?” I hissed. Luckily we stood in the corner where no one could see us. Her slender hands began trailing up my torso, and up to my collar fixing it.
“I just came to give my respects.” She said biting her lip. I rolled my eyes then pushing her off.
“How dare you.” I sneered. “How dare you even come here-“
“Dad?” Darcy called out. I saw Darcy in the corner of my eye, looking shocked. Gwen stood still, not moving but giving a fake smile to Darcy.
“This must be Darcy.” She chirped.
“Gwen, leave-“
“I just want-“
“LEAVE!” I ordered, without hesitation she fled within a matter of seconds. I noticed Darcy still looking confused as ever.
“Darcy.” I said. “It’s not what you think.”
“That’s Gwen? Gwen Hollis?” She asked, with slight anger in her voice.
“Darcy please, let me explain… I didn’t invite her.” I pleaded.
“Okay.” She said softly, not looking me in the eye.
“Darc-“
“I’m not mad at you… I’ll just be out there until it’s time.” She said softly. I nodded in understandment. I couldn’t help but feel the anger just boil in me, Gwen ruining everything.
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A tear turning into a sob fell as I held the handle of Liv’s grave. Followed by Niall and the other Lads helping. I turned around to see the crowd with Darcy following us, looking gloomy along with the dark dreary weather.
We finally made a stop to the dug up ground, feeling as if I wasn’t myself anymore. Burying someone I loved didn’t feel so easy, nor did I say it ever was. We placed her grave over the dug up platform, and letting go as roses were being passed around and thrown gently over her grave. Finally it was my turn for I was the last. The hurtful tears streamed down my face and I held the rose tightly in my hand, closing my eyes and giving it a kiss before throwing it down. Loud sobs and cries were presently filling the air for I could just stare over her grave.
Moments passed as her tombstone was finally placed over and people began to leave, leaving me with Ryan and Darcy. “Dad, it’s time to go.” Darcy sniffed. I looked up at the sky to see it was getting dark.
“You both can leave now, I’ll stay back here.” I said.
“Dad, it’s getting late.” Darcy warned.
“It’s fine Darling, Ryan would you take her back home.” I said, not tearing my eyes away from her grave. Darcy still stood by me not moving.
“Come one Darc.” I heard Ryan say.
“Darcy, I’ll be home soon… Just go.” I said softly.
“Promise you’ll be home soon.” She stated.
“Promise.” I smiled.
“I’m sorry again Mr. Styles.” Ryan said, squeezing my shoulder.
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Moments passed by before another tear strolls down my cheek. “I love you Olivia.” I say as I placed my hand over her grave. I swiftly stood up as I began to walk away, trying hard not to look back.
It wasn’t too long before a place hit my mind so suddenly. A place where I’d get all my thoughts and problems out, letting loose.
It wasn’t too long before I finally parked in front of the place. Eager enough to just get into the place and let a drink burn down my throat. The weird smell of musk blew my face as soon as I walked in, getting a few glances from a few tables.
“Styles!” A voice called out. I looked to my right to see the familiar bartender smiling in delight. “Haven’t seen you around!”
“Yeah, I guess I just had to come back.” I admitted. He nodded in understandment.
“Just hit me up, Dan.” Before I knew it, he grabbed a bottle of scotch from behind me and began pouring the drink in a shot glass.
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Darcy’s P.O.V.
The darkness of the room was calming enough, but not enough for me to stop pacing around worrying about Dad still over by Mum’s grave.
“Darcy…” Ryan called out. I didn’t listen for I just kept pacing around the room. But finally I stood by the window, looking out into the street. I jolted when I felt his arms snake around my waist slowly, but I soon calmed down as I felt his warm breath trickle on my neck.
“Calm down Darcy, he’ll be home soon don’t worry.” He said softly. The worry then got to me again.
“How do you know that Ryan?” I snapped. “How can you possibly calm me down and tell me not to worry after what had just happened? You don’t know how my Dad and I were feeling once we stepped foot into that funeral home, you don’t know how we felt when we had to bury her!”
He released his arms from me immediately and I quickly regretted what I had just said, feeling guilty taking out my anger over Ryan. I turned around to see his features soften as I tried to calm down. I soon felt the tears begin to prick into my eyes.
“Ryan- Look, I’m sorry.” I said barely above a whisper. It didn’t take long for him to pull me back into his warm embrace, running his hands through my hair softly, cooing me.
“Darcy, there’s nothing to apologize for.” He said softly.
“It’s just so much is going on and I took my anger out on yo-“
“I understand how you’re feeling Darcy…” He said. There was a brief moment of silence as I lay my head on his chest, hearing his soft heartbeat which sounded like a lullaby in my ear calming me down.
“I understand..” He said one more time before I looked up to see his eyes full of lust. He leaned down slowly as I inhaled his sweet breath that brushed over my lips. I closed my eyes as I felt my heart starting to flutter fast, soon feeling his soft warm lips brushing over mine. A small moan escaped my mouth as I yearned for more, eager for his kiss. Moments flew by when the kiss became hungry, more compassionate. He pulled my waist closer towards him as I brought my hands under his shirt, feeling over his toned stomach. Just after one more kiss, he pulled away .
“No.” He said sternly.
“No?” I asked, confused.
“We can’t do this Darcy.” He stated. I felt the disappointment wave over me, just like the first time he rejected me.
“I don’t want to do this just for your comfort of the situation.” He stated.
“Of course.” I muttered.
“I want you to think everything through Darcy.” He said. I rolled my eyes.
“I have.” I snapped. “I have thought every single thing through and if it weren’t that obvious Ryan, it’s you who I want to give it to.”
“You know that once this all happens there’s no turning back right? I don’t want you to regret it.”
“But I won’t.” I say softly walking over to him.
“And how do I know you won’t?” He asked sternly, towering over me. Clearly the lust in his eyes showed that he wanted this too.
“Because I love you.” It didn’t take much before I felt his lips over mine, kissing me ever so slowly but passionately. I was glad he gave in, I was happy that he didn’t stop himself for he was giving himself to me. I placed my hands back under his shirt, still feeling over his abs. Tugging at the hem of his shirt. He got the hint as soon as he took off his shirt, moving us towards the bed as our lips continued to sync along. I began to unbutton my black blouse, revealing my black lace bra.
“You’re so beautiful Darcy.” He said huskily as his lips began attacking my neck, sucking lightly at the skin then placing his wet tongue over the swollen part, soothing it. I began to unbuckle his belt as I felt his hands reach to the back and slowly unclasped my bra, feeling that relief as soon as the tight garment was taken off. I began stripping off my jeans, with him pulling down his pants. I couldn’t help but stare in awe at his perfect toned stomach that illuminated in the dark.
Our lips met again as we both fell on the bed. His lips left mine as he started trailing wet kisses down to my jaw and neck. My chest started to rise as soon as he went further down to my chest then to my stomach. His hand tugged at the hem of my lace underwear slowly slipping it down. I soon felt the nerves begin to kick in for I started to feel insecure. “So so beautiful.” He whispered as my underwear was placed on the ground. As insecure as I felt, Ryan soon calmed me down as he began placing kisses inside of my thighs, making me squirm in pleasure. I felt his warm breath blow to my center, making me gasp for air. Feeling his warm tongue on me, I tugged at his hair with my fists from the euphoric pleasure I was feeling. A weird unfamiliar feeling started to rise in my stomach, and finally releasing as my back arched from the bed still tugging on Ryan’s hair. He placed one last kiss, making me flinch from how sensitive I was. I lay breathlessly as I watched him stand up. I abruptly sat from the bed and tugged at the hem of his boxers.
“No, Darcy… This is all about you.” He said sternly. I nodded as laid my back on the bed. I still lay in astonishment as soon as Ryan is done putting on protection. He hovers over me, looking deeply into my eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” He asks. I nodded.
“I’ll make you feel good, Darc.” He says softly as he places soft kisses over my face, making me giggle. A slow but painful thrust was entered in me, making my eyes tear up with pain.
“Shhhhh, it will be over… I promise.” He assures me. I nodded as he began to still thrust slowly. The pain began to slowly fade away but his slow thrusts started to make me eager.
“Move.” I said.
“What?” He whispered.
“Move more, faster.” I stated. It wasn’t too long before his thrusts were faster, filling me up deeply. A euphoric wave of pleasure began to hit me again as his thrusts were getting faster. I dug my nails into his back from the way I was feeling.
“Oh go-“ Before I could say anything else, the full existence of pleasure clearly showered over me. It wasn’t too long when Ryan shortly came after me.
“I love you.” He said in between kisses.
We lay on our backs, looking up into the ceiling. The only sounds of our content breathing filled the air.
“You know that once this all happens there’s no turning back right? I don’t want you to regret it.” The words were still fresh in my mind. There's no doubt that I didn't regret it. At all.
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Harry’s P.O.V.
“Come on, shit.” I groaned in frustration as I tried to find the keys for the house. I was clearly too drunk to even focus on it for I just wanted to crash onto the nearest couch. I finally made it in and stumbled over the ground, throwing my keys onto the table. I didn’t bother turning on the lights for I walked over to the sofa, falling down on it so quickly… Drifting off so abruptly from the alcohol faint alcohol that still lingered freshly.
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I stood in front of the mirror, taking in the dark color of my black attire. Never in a million years would I have dressed suitably for a funeral, never the less would I ever thought of dressing for my Mum’s funeral. My eyes began to sting with hot tears, brimming my eyes. I heard a silent knock on my door, quickly wiping away the tears that strolled down my cheeks.
The door opened, revealing a head full of mopped curls. “Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded as I took in his appearance, a black tux and dress shoes, although dressed in fancy attire, his face seemed worn out, his eyes were blood shot red and bags began to develop under his eyes. He gave me a pity smile as he closed the door shut. I took one deep breath in and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. You can do this, Darcy. I said to myself.
A weird feeling began to form in my stomach as I nervously walked down the steps of the house, looking over to Mum’s room. My whole body was shaking and trembling, but I tried to catch myself from tripping down the steps holding onto the rail.
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Harry’s P.O.V.
I heard slow steps walking down the stairs, and as I lifted my head up I saw Darcy looking nervous than ever. Unlike me her eye weren’t dark, blood shot red nor were her cheeks stained with dry tears. Unlike me, she was a strong girl, just like her Mother. The whole time she’s been walking down the stairs, her eyes have been blankly staring at the wall. Finally at her last step she turned to face me.
“Are you ready?” I asked softly. She nodded in response as I stood up and grabbed the car keys.
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On the way to the funeral home was silent, no conversations, no nothing. The only sound of my weak beating heart was heard through my ears, no one else could feel the pain or suffering that I’m feeling. Loosing someone I loved most, especially Olivia. Never would I have thought I’d loose her forever.
“Is that it?” Darcy asked, pointing out to the funeral home already filled with a few people. I nodded coming back into my thoughts as I drove to the place.
Darcy froze still in the car as soon as I opened my door, I sighed and closed it back. Her eyes were blank and dull, staring out in the window. “Darcy?” I asked quietly.
“I don’t think I can do this.” She admitted, looking over at me with tears beginning to brim her eyes.
I squeezed her shoulder lightly giving her assurance. “Darcy, you know I can’t force you to.” I paused. “Whatever your choice is I will support you with that, but this is your Mum… You know as much as you don’t want to say your last goodbye’s, I don’t either.”
“But we have to move on from this Darc, it’s the only thing your Mum wanted.” I added. She nodded as the tears spilled out from her eyes.
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We both headed out the car as condolences were already being said. I was happy that the lads were here along with their wives and kids, giving me support.
I watched Darcy walk on over to the lads’ kids, getting condolences from them as well. I watched as Violet opened her arms and welcomed Darcy into them as Darcy began to sob uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but feel my heart break for her, wishing I could be the one to comfort her although that’s the last thing she wants right now.
“Harry.” A small voice said from behind me, as I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I turned around to meet Niall’s gloomy face. His eyes were bloodshot red, making his blue orbs darker than usual, filled with so much grief.
“I’m sorry.” He started, his voice began to quiver and shake as soon as words were struggling to spill out from his mouth. “I can feel what you’re feeling.”
I nodded in understandment as I watched his hand level up to mine, waiting for me to shake it. Without hesitation I took his hand and shook it, finally brushing off the grudge we were holding on to for so long. I knew that Niall loved Olivia, and that she loved him back but in the end we all knew who was really for each other. I’m happy Niall moved on and found someone new that actually cared for him, lucky enough to give him a son.
I cleared my throat as Niall let go of my hand. “I’m going to see her now.” I said, my voice sounding smaller than ever. He nodded as I began to walk inside the chapel, the adrenaline in my body was just too much. I could feel my heart racing nervously, just thinking about seeing her in a coffin just made my thoughts go crazy. I stood by the entrance door slowly looking up to see her marbled white coffin, arranged with white flowers and to the side was a portrait of her decorated with white roses. Taking a deep breath in as I walked down the burgundy carpet leading towards her. As I was getting nearer and nearer I felt as if I was going to faint on my tracks, the world felt as if it was crashing down on me and I had no where else to run or hide but feel the pressure crushing me. I finally made it as I noticed I couldn’t walk any farther, for I was standing still in front of her grave. My breath shook as I slowly looked up to her. Then and there, my heart dropped. It took a long time for me to realize that a sob full of tears streamed down my face. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears I could see her pale body laying restless. I could see every little detail that her body had to offer. Her skin was pale, her hair went from golden brown to some straw-ish brown, her whole body was just skin and bones, the way she looked in my eyes didn’t make me recognize her. It was like this wasn’t Olivia. A loud sob escaped my mouth as I quickly brought up my hand and covered my mouth, refraining myself from crying louder.
“Are you ready to let them in now?” A voice asked from behind. I turned around to see a man in a black tux waiting by the door. “Or do you need more time sir?” I didn’t hesitate before I nodded.
“Let them in now.” I said. He nodded before opening the door, and I noticed a much larger crowd than earlier. I sat myself on the first row of the long wooden chairs as I heard mutters and low wails coming from behind. I turned around to see Darcy with bloodshot red eyes and quickly walking down her Mother’s grave, abruptly hovering over it. I quickly ran up to her and refraining her from knocking the coffin down. “Darcy.” I warned.
“Darcy, please.” I warned again. I looked around to see the attention on us, people’s faces were masked over with pity. It didn’t take much before she finally became weak and fell into my arms. “Sshhh.” I said, rubbing her back.
I noticed people started to fill up the rows, while others waited behind us to see Liv.
“Harry?” A familiar voice asked.
I turned around to see a woman who looked like she was in her late 50’s. She looked so familiar, yet I couldn’t recognize her. “Grandma.” Darcy wailed and flung herself to her. It was Olivia’s Mum.
“Mrs. Paige.” I said sternly. She held Darcy tight as she whispered sweet nothings into her ear, reassuring her that everything is going to be okay.
“Go get yourself seated Darling, I’ll be with you shortly.” She said softly. Darcy nodded and walked over to the front row, sitting herself down.
“Harry, I’m sorry for your loss.” She stated.
“I’m sorry for your loss as well, she’s your daughter after all.” I said.
“Look, I’m sorry Harry.” She paused. “I loved my daughter so muc-“
“Then why didn’t you visit her at the hospital, huh? When she was dying?” I started to feel the anger boil inside of me.
“You hurt her too Harry.” She hissed.
“Atleast I came back into her life.”
“Look, if you were still mad at her over the fact that she had Darcy, blame me not her, cause clearly we both wanted this.” I hissed.
“I knew she loved you so much Harry, I decided not to get in her way anymore and tell her what she should do…” Her voice drifted. “I’ll just sit down now.” It wasn’t too long before she was seated in the back. At the corner of my eye I saw Mum and Gemma, along with Matt and the kids. Mum and Gemma abruptly ran over to me as they hugged me tightly. “We’re so sorry for your loss Harry.” Gemma said softly.
I nodded as they let go of me. “Condolence, Harry.” Matt said behind Gemma. I gave him a small smile as they returned to the rows for their seats. I looked over to the podium next to Liv’s coffin, although I hadn’t had a speech in mind, it wouldn’t hurt for a last minute goodbye. I walked over to it, standing behind it as I started to catch everyone’s attention.
“Everyone.” I said sternly, clearing my throat. Everyone became silent as soon as I started. “I’d like to thank each and every one of you for coming to Olivia’s funeral, I know that it’s hard seeing someone you love so much… To leave… But I know that each and every one of you is strong enough to come along and say our last goodbye’s to her.” I looked over at Olivia’s coffin again. “In all honesty, I didn’t have a speech ready or in mind, but after all I wanted to say what’s in my heart and say my last goodbye. Olivia was a great friend, daughter, and a great lover, there’s no one else in this world that I would ask for their hand in marriage except for her. Throughout our journey, we had so many ups and downs, but at the end of the day we would always resolve our problems. Although in particular I know that there was one mistake that I’ve done to potentially hurt Olivia so much that I lost her for a period of time. Never had I once ever thought that I would have her back, nor even come to ever contact our beautiful daughter Darcy. Even though her soul may not be with her anymore, her soul is still deep in my heart. No matter what Olivia, you will always be with me… I love you.”
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“Thank you all for coming.” I smiled kindly at Olivia’s relatives. I suddenly felt a slight tap on my shoulder, but before I could turn around-
“Lovely speech you gave out there Harry.” I stood still on my tracks, making my eyes widen at the familiar soft voice. I turned around to see the unruling past in front of me.
“Hello Harry.” The tall blonde said. I couldn’t help but feel guilt or feel sick to my stomach that the one person that gave me happiness for a short period of time, making me hurt the one that I loved most even dare to show up.
“Gwen, what are you doing here?” I hissed. Luckily we stood in the corner where no one could see us. Her slender hands began trailing up my torso, and up to my collar fixing it.
“I just came to give my respects.” She said biting her lip. I rolled my eyes then pushing her off.
“How dare you.” I sneered. “How dare you even come here-“
“Dad?” Darcy called out. I saw Darcy in the corner of my eye, looking shocked. Gwen stood still, not moving but giving a fake smile to Darcy.
“This must be Darcy.” She chirped.
“Gwen, leave-“
“I just want-“
“LEAVE!” I ordered, without hesitation she fled within a matter of seconds. I noticed Darcy still looking confused as ever.
“Darcy.” I said. “It’s not what you think.”
“That’s Gwen? Gwen Hollis?” She asked, with slight anger in her voice.
“Darcy please, let me explain… I didn’t invite her.” I pleaded.
“Okay.” She said softly, not looking me in the eye.
“Darc-“
“I’m not mad at you… I’ll just be out there until it’s time.” She said softly. I nodded in understandment. I couldn’t help but feel the anger just boil in me, Gwen ruining everything.
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A tear turning into a sob fell as I held the handle of Liv’s grave. Followed by Niall and the other Lads helping. I turned around to see the crowd with Darcy following us, looking gloomy along with the dark dreary weather.
We finally made a stop to the dug up ground, feeling as if I wasn’t myself anymore. Burying someone I loved didn’t feel so easy, nor did I say it ever was. We placed her grave over the dug up platform, and letting go as roses were being passed around and thrown gently over her grave. Finally it was my turn for I was the last. The hurtful tears streamed down my face and I held the rose tightly in my hand, closing my eyes and giving it a kiss before throwing it down. Loud sobs and cries were presently filling the air for I could just stare over her grave.
Moments passed as her tombstone was finally placed over and people began to leave, leaving me with Ryan and Darcy. “Dad, it’s time to go.” Darcy sniffed. I looked up at the sky to see it was getting dark.
“You both can leave now, I’ll stay back here.” I said.
“Dad, it’s getting late.” Darcy warned.
“It’s fine Darling, Ryan would you take her back home.” I said, not tearing my eyes away from her grave. Darcy still stood by me not moving.
“Come one Darc.” I heard Ryan say.
“Darcy, I’ll be home soon… Just go.” I said softly.
“Promise you’ll be home soon.” She stated.
“Promise.” I smiled.
“I’m sorry again Mr. Styles.” Ryan said, squeezing my shoulder.
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Moments passed by before another tear strolls down my cheek. “I love you Olivia.” I say as I placed my hand over her grave. I swiftly stood up as I began to walk away, trying hard not to look back.
It wasn’t too long before a place hit my mind so suddenly. A place where I’d get all my thoughts and problems out, letting loose.
It wasn’t too long before I finally parked in front of the place. Eager enough to just get into the place and let a drink burn down my throat. The weird smell of musk blew my face as soon as I walked in, getting a few glances from a few tables.
“Styles!” A voice called out. I looked to my right to see the familiar bartender smiling in delight. “Haven’t seen you around!”
“Yeah, I guess I just had to come back.” I admitted. He nodded in understandment.
“Just hit me up, Dan.” Before I knew it, he grabbed a bottle of scotch from behind me and began pouring the drink in a shot glass.
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Darcy’s P.O.V.
The darkness of the room was calming enough, but not enough for me to stop pacing around worrying about Dad still over by Mum’s grave.
“Darcy…” Ryan called out. I didn’t listen for I just kept pacing around the room. But finally I stood by the window, looking out into the street. I jolted when I felt his arms snake around my waist slowly, but I soon calmed down as I felt his warm breath trickle on my neck.
“Calm down Darcy, he’ll be home soon don’t worry.” He said softly. The worry then got to me again.
“How do you know that Ryan?” I snapped. “How can you possibly calm me down and tell me not to worry after what had just happened? You don’t know how my Dad and I were feeling once we stepped foot into that funeral home, you don’t know how we felt when we had to bury her!”
He released his arms from me immediately and I quickly regretted what I had just said, feeling guilty taking out my anger over Ryan. I turned around to see his features soften as I tried to calm down. I soon felt the tears begin to prick into my eyes.
“Ryan- Look, I’m sorry.” I said barely above a whisper. It didn’t take long for him to pull me back into his warm embrace, running his hands through my hair softly, cooing me.
“Darcy, there’s nothing to apologize for.” He said softly.
“It’s just so much is going on and I took my anger out on yo-“
“I understand how you’re feeling Darcy…” He said. There was a brief moment of silence as I lay my head on his chest, hearing his soft heartbeat which sounded like a lullaby in my ear calming me down.
“I understand..” He said one more time before I looked up to see his eyes full of lust. He leaned down slowly as I inhaled his sweet breath that brushed over my lips. I closed my eyes as I felt my heart starting to flutter fast, soon feeling his soft warm lips brushing over mine. A small moan escaped my mouth as I yearned for more, eager for his kiss. Moments flew by when the kiss became hungry, more compassionate. He pulled my waist closer towards him as I brought my hands under his shirt, feeling over his toned stomach. Just after one more kiss, he pulled away .
“No.” He said sternly.
“No?” I asked, confused.
“We can’t do this Darcy.” He stated. I felt the disappointment wave over me, just like the first time he rejected me.
“I don’t want to do this just for your comfort of the situation.” He stated.
“Of course.” I muttered.
“I want you to think everything through Darcy.” He said. I rolled my eyes.
“I have.” I snapped. “I have thought every single thing through and if it weren’t that obvious Ryan, it’s you who I want to give it to.”
“You know that once this all happens there’s no turning back right? I don’t want you to regret it.”
“But I won’t.” I say softly walking over to him.
“And how do I know you won’t?” He asked sternly, towering over me. Clearly the lust in his eyes showed that he wanted this too.
“Because I love you.” It didn’t take much before I felt his lips over mine, kissing me ever so slowly but passionately. I was glad he gave in, I was happy that he didn’t stop himself for he was giving himself to me. I placed my hands back under his shirt, still feeling over his abs. Tugging at the hem of his shirt. He got the hint as soon as he took off his shirt, moving us towards the bed as our lips continued to sync along. I began to unbutton my black blouse, revealing my black lace bra.
“You’re so beautiful Darcy.” He said huskily as his lips began attacking my neck, sucking lightly at the skin then placing his wet tongue over the swollen part, soothing it. I began to unbuckle his belt as I felt his hands reach to the back and slowly unclasped my bra, feeling that relief as soon as the tight garment was taken off. I began stripping off my jeans, with him pulling down his pants. I couldn’t help but stare in awe at his perfect toned stomach that illuminated in the dark.
Our lips met again as we both fell on the bed. His lips left mine as he started trailing wet kisses down to my jaw and neck. My chest started to rise as soon as he went further down to my chest then to my stomach. His hand tugged at the hem of my lace underwear slowly slipping it down. I soon felt the nerves begin to kick in for I started to feel insecure. “So so beautiful.” He whispered as my underwear was placed on the ground. As insecure as I felt, Ryan soon calmed me down as he began placing kisses inside of my thighs, making me squirm in pleasure. I felt his warm breath blow to my center, making me gasp for air. Feeling his warm tongue on me, I tugged at his hair with my fists from the euphoric pleasure I was feeling. A weird unfamiliar feeling started to rise in my stomach, and finally releasing as my back arched from the bed still tugging on Ryan’s hair. He placed one last kiss, making me flinch from how sensitive I was. I lay breathlessly as I watched him stand up. I abruptly sat from the bed and tugged at the hem of his boxers.
“No, Darcy… This is all about you.” He said sternly. I nodded as laid my back on the bed. I still lay in astonishment as soon as Ryan is done putting on protection. He hovers over me, looking deeply into my eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” He asks. I nodded.
“I’ll make you feel good, Darc.” He says softly as he places soft kisses over my face, making me giggle. A slow but painful thrust was entered in me, making my eyes tear up with pain.
“Shhhhh, it will be over… I promise.” He assures me. I nodded as he began to still thrust slowly. The pain began to slowly fade away but his slow thrusts started to make me eager.
“Move.” I said.
“What?” He whispered.
“Move more, faster.” I stated. It wasn’t too long before his thrusts were faster, filling me up deeply. A euphoric wave of pleasure began to hit me again as his thrusts were getting faster. I dug my nails into his back from the way I was feeling.
“Oh go-“ Before I could say anything else, the full existence of pleasure clearly showered over me. It wasn’t too long when Ryan shortly came after me.
“I love you.” He said in between kisses.
We lay on our backs, looking up into the ceiling. The only sounds of our content breathing filled the air.
“You know that once this all happens there’s no turning back right? I don’t want you to regret it.” The words were still fresh in my mind. There's no doubt that I didn't regret it. At all.
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Harry’s P.O.V.
“Come on, shit.” I groaned in frustration as I tried to find the keys for the house. I was clearly too drunk to even focus on it for I just wanted to crash onto the nearest couch. I finally made it in and stumbled over the ground, throwing my keys onto the table. I didn’t bother turning on the lights for I walked over to the sofa, falling down on it so quickly… Drifting off so abruptly from the alcohol faint alcohol that still lingered freshly.
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