Hello, Darcy.
Damsels in Distress.
1 Month Later...
Harry's P.O.V.
"How's Alex holding up?" I ask as I try to gather all of the groceries in one arm and place it onto the table.
"Lad isn't so great just yet," he sighs.
"I'm really sorry about Darcy's part in this Niall, really am." I struggle getting the words out and I've struggled multiple times since Alex's broken heart.
He chuckled. "Happens all the time Harry, young love,"
I couldn't help but smile at his comment. "How are you and Holly putting up?"
The line went dead silent for a minute before he let out a breathy sigh.
"It took her a while to try and give me a second chance... Well, in Ireland."
I kinked up an eyebrow at his mention of Ireland.
"You're going to Ireland?" I ask curiously.
"In a week yeah, gonna have a family vacation... Or at least act like one." He was down, I could tell. By the lack of enthusiasm, I could tell he was stressed, just like I am in this current situation.
It took me a while to process the thought and eventually have the guts to ask.
"Erm... You don't mind if I send someone along with you, I know it's a family thing but I really think she needs this trip, or at least to get away from everythin-"
"Course Darcy's invited!" He read my mind so quickly.
"You don't think Alex will get mad?" I ask hesistantly.
"My arse, Harry! Wait until I tell him this,"
I chuckled and settled down onto the chair as my feet were starting to cramp from standing too long.
"I'll get her ticket tonight then, possibly if I get her down to the dinner table,"
"'M sure she'll handle it pleasantly," He sighed.
"Sure hope so,"
"Well, I have to do some packing for next week, my phone will still be on if ya need to ring me,"
"Isn't it a bit too early to be packing?" I ask hesitantly, biting the edge of my thumb.
"I have loads of shit to bring,"
A small chuckle escapes from my mouth. Things never changed, and one thing was Niall blurting out dirty words randomly in his sentences.
"Alright, see you soon mate." And instead of getting a bye or later, the line fell into a loud shut and went silent.
"Goodbye Niall," I muttered to myself and placed the phone on the island table. I stood there for a while leaning over it with my elbows pressed over the table. I kept thinking how and when I should tell Darcy about dragging her along to Ireland with Niall, Holly and Alex without her consent of course. I know she'd be pissed at me, ten times more than she is now. I also kept thinking how I would get her to eat down at the table without having to knock a million times to the point where my hands would fall off. I didn't like forcing her into things, her room.
I brought up my hands to my face and rubbed my eyes. As stressed out as I was, I needed to make dinner, even if it meant making something that would require an hour or two. I'm trying here and I'm almost breaking to the point where I'll have a melt down. Parenting isn't so easy, especially having a seventeen year old girl who had her heart broken almost two months ago and almost having to kick down her door after having it locked down for the longest time. I know that I wouldn't bring myself down as I thought about Olivia, but in times like this, I needed someone by my side. I always wondered how she did it. Alone.
***
Darcy's P.O.V.
"And here we have our model Iris, who's skin colour is fair to medium- so what we'll be doing is taking the cloth glove and just squirt the bottle a little bit, we only need about a dime size for each arm,"
My face cringed as the advertising lady began to spread the tanning lotion around the model's arm, all muddy and streaky.
"Keep blending, it will be really streaky at first and that is why we advise you to use the cloth glove-"
After a while, the model's arm was starting to look a bit better, no streaks or mud, just a nice little natural tan. Hopefully she wouldn't get all orange in a few minutes. Then again, who was I to judge, I needed some vitamin C. Especially since I've locked myself in my room for more than a month. The only time I've felt the sun was just last week to get the mail from the mailbox, and that was less than a minute.
But within a minute, I didn't care. I shut off the T.V. and placed the remote by my side. I guess that was the only channel that was interesting the whole time I kept flipping and clicking channels.
My eyes began to water, as usual. Being in front of a t.v. for the longest time already had an effect on me. I'm sure I would already be in the Guinness world record for watching television for a month straight, but I'm sure somebody already beat me to that already.
I've been missing out on various things, a lot of things. I've been missing out on Chelsea who'd already called me multiple times. It's not that I ignored her calls, I just rejected whatever plans she made. I missed them honestly, but with me not feeling myself just yet, I just couldn't enjoy things anymore.
The sun was already going down since the room had gotten much more dim and since the warm humid air turned into cold wind blasted through my window. I closed my eyes for a second before a soft knock rippled on the door. My eyes darted at the door immediately.
"Darcy,"
I sighed and stayed put. But for a split second, I knew that when I went outside of my room earlier to use the bathroom, I didn't lock it. The door creaked open a little.
"Can I come in?," He asked softly.
Dad walked inside my room without a yes or no from me.
"You're already in," I stated. He shrugged as if it was matter-of-fact, which really it was.
He slightly closed the door behind him and stood by it.
"I made dinner," He forced a smile on his face.
I shrugged slightly. "Don't you make dinner every night?"
I instantly regretted what I just said, it came off as a rude question rather than a statement.
He nodded in silence.
He was only making me feel even more guilty as he stood there silently, looking defeated.
"I'm not hungry."
"The only thing you ate today were those buttered biscuits that your Nan made." He stated.
I kinked up an eyebrow. "How do you know?"
"Saw you sneak down the stairs in my office- but that's not the point, the point is you need to eat and I hate forcing people to do thing's, so please just do it." He sighed and brought his hand up to the back of his neck, showing the dark but slowly faded tattoos doodled on his left arm.
"I'm surprised your arms aren't like jello yet, you've got multiple doodles." I blandly stated.
"They're not doodles and once again that's not the point." I could tell he was close to stomping his foot on the ground like a toddler trying to get his/her way.
"And I have something to tell you, it's very important."
I shrugged and looked around, trying to avoid his gaze.
"It's your choice Darcy, No one's forcing you here," he lastly said before walking out of the door but not shutting it completely.
I surely do feel awful for shutting my Dad out when clearly we're both still under the same roof. I imagine him stressed out because of me and I know that he's going to have to drag me out of my bed sooner or later. But at the same time, I feel bad for myself. With Ryan leaving and never having to see his face again. Especially that morning when I woke up to the right side of me, cold and flat, I didn't know what to do but cry. I tried to follow him to the airport, but I was held back when I was found in front of the hotel. Chelsea was there to comfort me and cried with me, whilst Alex and Andy were both looking at me with a shamed look on their face. Dad was there too, he didn't yell but engulf me into his arms and that was the last thing I wanted, that was to be held.
Locking myself in a room was an excuse to be alone and to try to get over things, but that didn't help. I dread to think anything happy, the sad cloud would just hover over me all over again. There was no point in trying. But for my Dad, I guess things are worth a shot. For this whole month, I'm surprised he hasn't grounded me or yelled at me until my ears bled, he just kept calm and tried to help me out. I wish he'd just yell at me then when he was in my room, I needed some sort of feeling, I'd rather feel pain than be numb.
I threw the heavy duvet off me and felt a relief of the breeze from the heavy covers. Despite in just thin long pajama trousers and a thin t-shirt, England was as hot as I never imagined it to be. This definitely made a record.
I trudged along the staircase and carefully walked down the steps. The smell of sunday roast was already roaming the air, I was for sure in for a treat. I became a little suspicious over time, I wondered why Dad was doing a lot for me at this point when I' m clearly a miserable mad girl.
"Sunday roast," I stated. Dad didn't hear me walk in and he dropped the metal spoon in his hand that clanked on the ground loudly.
"Scared me there," he said with wide surprised eyes and kinked up eyebrow. Course I scared him, this would be the first time we'd be in the kitchen at the same time in over a month.
"Sorry," I say and walk over to the table. I was about to ask if he needed some help with serving, but he beat me to it.
"Almost done, let me just serve the plates." He stammered.
We sat in silence, only the sounds of chewing and forks clanking onto the plates occupied the room.
Dad opened his mouth to say something, but closed his mouth to continue to chew.
"I was going to make macaroni and cheese," he said as he swallowed.
I shrugged, not knowing how to respond. "You should've, it would've probably taken less time,"
"You know if you have something important to say, you could just say it right away instead of trying to please with me sunday roast, besides sunday roast can't help with awful news..."
He was still silent but watched me as he continuned to eat.
"I appreciate that you're trying to cheer me up with this delicious din-"
"You're going to Ireland." He stammered.
The food I swallowed a minute ago almost made its way back up my throat.
"What? Ireland?" I ask curiously loud.
He nodded. "Figured since you know, school's out in a few days, you deserve a break- especially from all this-" he stopped himself and waved his fork, not continuing what he was going to say.
"I'm going all alone?" I ask curiously. I loved the idea already, but I was still dreading.
"No, not exactly," A slight disappointment waved over me and I sat still in my seat.
"You're going with Alex, along with your Aunt Holly and Niall-"
"What?! No Da-"
"Darcy, I get that whatever you and Alex had didn't work out, but please still consider this," he begged.
"And why aren't you going?" I ask.
He shrugs. "You need some time alone, some adventure..."
"How am I going to have time alone with if Uncle Niall and his family are coming?" I kinked up an eyebrow, asking for an answer.
"Time alone with new people,"
Harry's P.O.V.
"How's Alex holding up?" I ask as I try to gather all of the groceries in one arm and place it onto the table.
"Lad isn't so great just yet," he sighs.
"I'm really sorry about Darcy's part in this Niall, really am." I struggle getting the words out and I've struggled multiple times since Alex's broken heart.
He chuckled. "Happens all the time Harry, young love,"
I couldn't help but smile at his comment. "How are you and Holly putting up?"
The line went dead silent for a minute before he let out a breathy sigh.
"It took her a while to try and give me a second chance... Well, in Ireland."
I kinked up an eyebrow at his mention of Ireland.
"You're going to Ireland?" I ask curiously.
"In a week yeah, gonna have a family vacation... Or at least act like one." He was down, I could tell. By the lack of enthusiasm, I could tell he was stressed, just like I am in this current situation.
It took me a while to process the thought and eventually have the guts to ask.
"Erm... You don't mind if I send someone along with you, I know it's a family thing but I really think she needs this trip, or at least to get away from everythin-"
"Course Darcy's invited!" He read my mind so quickly.
"You don't think Alex will get mad?" I ask hesistantly.
"My arse, Harry! Wait until I tell him this,"
I chuckled and settled down onto the chair as my feet were starting to cramp from standing too long.
"I'll get her ticket tonight then, possibly if I get her down to the dinner table,"
"'M sure she'll handle it pleasantly," He sighed.
"Sure hope so,"
"Well, I have to do some packing for next week, my phone will still be on if ya need to ring me,"
"Isn't it a bit too early to be packing?" I ask hesitantly, biting the edge of my thumb.
"I have loads of shit to bring,"
A small chuckle escapes from my mouth. Things never changed, and one thing was Niall blurting out dirty words randomly in his sentences.
"Alright, see you soon mate." And instead of getting a bye or later, the line fell into a loud shut and went silent.
"Goodbye Niall," I muttered to myself and placed the phone on the island table. I stood there for a while leaning over it with my elbows pressed over the table. I kept thinking how and when I should tell Darcy about dragging her along to Ireland with Niall, Holly and Alex without her consent of course. I know she'd be pissed at me, ten times more than she is now. I also kept thinking how I would get her to eat down at the table without having to knock a million times to the point where my hands would fall off. I didn't like forcing her into things, her room.
I brought up my hands to my face and rubbed my eyes. As stressed out as I was, I needed to make dinner, even if it meant making something that would require an hour or two. I'm trying here and I'm almost breaking to the point where I'll have a melt down. Parenting isn't so easy, especially having a seventeen year old girl who had her heart broken almost two months ago and almost having to kick down her door after having it locked down for the longest time. I know that I wouldn't bring myself down as I thought about Olivia, but in times like this, I needed someone by my side. I always wondered how she did it. Alone.
***
Darcy's P.O.V.
"And here we have our model Iris, who's skin colour is fair to medium- so what we'll be doing is taking the cloth glove and just squirt the bottle a little bit, we only need about a dime size for each arm,"
My face cringed as the advertising lady began to spread the tanning lotion around the model's arm, all muddy and streaky.
"Keep blending, it will be really streaky at first and that is why we advise you to use the cloth glove-"
After a while, the model's arm was starting to look a bit better, no streaks or mud, just a nice little natural tan. Hopefully she wouldn't get all orange in a few minutes. Then again, who was I to judge, I needed some vitamin C. Especially since I've locked myself in my room for more than a month. The only time I've felt the sun was just last week to get the mail from the mailbox, and that was less than a minute.
But within a minute, I didn't care. I shut off the T.V. and placed the remote by my side. I guess that was the only channel that was interesting the whole time I kept flipping and clicking channels.
My eyes began to water, as usual. Being in front of a t.v. for the longest time already had an effect on me. I'm sure I would already be in the Guinness world record for watching television for a month straight, but I'm sure somebody already beat me to that already.
I've been missing out on various things, a lot of things. I've been missing out on Chelsea who'd already called me multiple times. It's not that I ignored her calls, I just rejected whatever plans she made. I missed them honestly, but with me not feeling myself just yet, I just couldn't enjoy things anymore.
The sun was already going down since the room had gotten much more dim and since the warm humid air turned into cold wind blasted through my window. I closed my eyes for a second before a soft knock rippled on the door. My eyes darted at the door immediately.
"Darcy,"
I sighed and stayed put. But for a split second, I knew that when I went outside of my room earlier to use the bathroom, I didn't lock it. The door creaked open a little.
"Can I come in?," He asked softly.
Dad walked inside my room without a yes or no from me.
"You're already in," I stated. He shrugged as if it was matter-of-fact, which really it was.
He slightly closed the door behind him and stood by it.
"I made dinner," He forced a smile on his face.
I shrugged slightly. "Don't you make dinner every night?"
I instantly regretted what I just said, it came off as a rude question rather than a statement.
He nodded in silence.
He was only making me feel even more guilty as he stood there silently, looking defeated.
"I'm not hungry."
"The only thing you ate today were those buttered biscuits that your Nan made." He stated.
I kinked up an eyebrow. "How do you know?"
"Saw you sneak down the stairs in my office- but that's not the point, the point is you need to eat and I hate forcing people to do thing's, so please just do it." He sighed and brought his hand up to the back of his neck, showing the dark but slowly faded tattoos doodled on his left arm.
"I'm surprised your arms aren't like jello yet, you've got multiple doodles." I blandly stated.
"They're not doodles and once again that's not the point." I could tell he was close to stomping his foot on the ground like a toddler trying to get his/her way.
"And I have something to tell you, it's very important."
I shrugged and looked around, trying to avoid his gaze.
"It's your choice Darcy, No one's forcing you here," he lastly said before walking out of the door but not shutting it completely.
I surely do feel awful for shutting my Dad out when clearly we're both still under the same roof. I imagine him stressed out because of me and I know that he's going to have to drag me out of my bed sooner or later. But at the same time, I feel bad for myself. With Ryan leaving and never having to see his face again. Especially that morning when I woke up to the right side of me, cold and flat, I didn't know what to do but cry. I tried to follow him to the airport, but I was held back when I was found in front of the hotel. Chelsea was there to comfort me and cried with me, whilst Alex and Andy were both looking at me with a shamed look on their face. Dad was there too, he didn't yell but engulf me into his arms and that was the last thing I wanted, that was to be held.
Locking myself in a room was an excuse to be alone and to try to get over things, but that didn't help. I dread to think anything happy, the sad cloud would just hover over me all over again. There was no point in trying. But for my Dad, I guess things are worth a shot. For this whole month, I'm surprised he hasn't grounded me or yelled at me until my ears bled, he just kept calm and tried to help me out. I wish he'd just yell at me then when he was in my room, I needed some sort of feeling, I'd rather feel pain than be numb.
I threw the heavy duvet off me and felt a relief of the breeze from the heavy covers. Despite in just thin long pajama trousers and a thin t-shirt, England was as hot as I never imagined it to be. This definitely made a record.
I trudged along the staircase and carefully walked down the steps. The smell of sunday roast was already roaming the air, I was for sure in for a treat. I became a little suspicious over time, I wondered why Dad was doing a lot for me at this point when I' m clearly a miserable mad girl.
"Sunday roast," I stated. Dad didn't hear me walk in and he dropped the metal spoon in his hand that clanked on the ground loudly.
"Scared me there," he said with wide surprised eyes and kinked up eyebrow. Course I scared him, this would be the first time we'd be in the kitchen at the same time in over a month.
"Sorry," I say and walk over to the table. I was about to ask if he needed some help with serving, but he beat me to it.
"Almost done, let me just serve the plates." He stammered.
We sat in silence, only the sounds of chewing and forks clanking onto the plates occupied the room.
Dad opened his mouth to say something, but closed his mouth to continue to chew.
"I was going to make macaroni and cheese," he said as he swallowed.
I shrugged, not knowing how to respond. "You should've, it would've probably taken less time,"
"You know if you have something important to say, you could just say it right away instead of trying to please with me sunday roast, besides sunday roast can't help with awful news..."
He was still silent but watched me as he continuned to eat.
"I appreciate that you're trying to cheer me up with this delicious din-"
"You're going to Ireland." He stammered.
The food I swallowed a minute ago almost made its way back up my throat.
"What? Ireland?" I ask curiously loud.
He nodded. "Figured since you know, school's out in a few days, you deserve a break- especially from all this-" he stopped himself and waved his fork, not continuing what he was going to say.
"I'm going all alone?" I ask curiously. I loved the idea already, but I was still dreading.
"No, not exactly," A slight disappointment waved over me and I sat still in my seat.
"You're going with Alex, along with your Aunt Holly and Niall-"
"What?! No Da-"
"Darcy, I get that whatever you and Alex had didn't work out, but please still consider this," he begged.
"And why aren't you going?" I ask.
He shrugs. "You need some time alone, some adventure..."
"How am I going to have time alone with if Uncle Niall and his family are coming?" I kinked up an eyebrow, asking for an answer.
"Time alone with new people,"
Notes
1. I'm not dead, it is 8:07 p.m. and I am currently writing/ posting this.
2. Count down to HD is still on! 3 more chapters + (possibly an epilogue) if I'm not mistaken.
3. HD and it's final chapter will still be posted on here, but I will take this story along with it's sequel to Tumblr. My tumblr is in the description box of this story.
4. I'm sorry this was a short chapter and it took me almost 30 days to write it. I moved and school is almost out in 5 weeks, I can't wait until the sequel will be out and any guesses to the title and what will be happening?
-Vanessa xx
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