"DARCY?!" The familiar voice shouted. crap.

I turned around to see the familiar mad face. I've never seen her this angry before, it looked as if her veins were going to explode out of her skin and her face was red but still blue.

"Mu-"

"Where were you?!" She shouted. "I-I-" I stuttered.

"Darcy Marie Paige, where the hell were you?!" She asked loudly. Loud enough for my ears to bleed.

"I was with Harry." I said bluntly. She tugged her hair in frustration and began pacing back and fourth in the hallway. "Do you know how many times I called you?! I was worried sick!" She complained.

"Can you atleast try to be happy that I spent some time with Harry." I said, quoting my fingers with the word "Spent".

"That's not the point Darcy." She said softly, a little calmer now. "I just don't want you sneaking out of the house ever like that again, am I clear?" I nodded. "Now, get to bed and I want to discuss this with you first thing tomorrow morning before school." She sharply said. I lowered my head down and began trudging up the stairs, leaving Mum there by the staircase wandering.

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This morning felt like any usual day although I surprisingly woke up earlier than usual, also remembering that Mum wanted to talk to me and that first and for most I have to meet with that sharp blade again. I bounced up from bed and walked over to the bathroom. It's been 24 hours since the fresh cut turned into a lined scab, but then again it would be all drench with blood again. "Hello, blade." I muttered as I aligned it along my mutilated wrist. I slid it down slowly, making the blood trickle down slow as well. Seco- "Oh my god." A familiar voice gasped. I looked up to the door to see Mum standing there as if she had been petrified to a stone, not moving. Her mouth over her hand, and eyes wide open bluntly staring at my bloody wrist. "Darcy..." I quickly grabbed the white towel hung above the shower stall and quickly ran out of the room, down the stairs and out of the house. My Mum just saw me cut... Oh god.

I began to run out of breath and stumbled on the grass in the isolated park. I couldn't feel nothing right now, my emotions were numb. All I could see in my head is the picture of Mum looking shocked than ever, replaying constantly. I removed the towel from my throbbing wrist to see it was done trickling. Only the dry blood stains all over my forearm now. There's no way I'm going to school today, looking like this? I don't think so, the school will probably take me to a mental hospital.

It's been hours since I've been here, not once did I see a person. Thank God no one did see me, for like I said, they might think I'm mentally sick and might send me to a facility. I could tell it was already turning into dusk, the bright blue sky slowly fading into dark blue along with orange-burnt ashy clouds. I know Mum is worried sick, surely who am I kidding she's more than worried sick, she's mentally worried sick but I'm just not ready to head back yet. After what she saw, I'm pretty sure she won't look at me the same way.

A single tear strolled down my cheek thinking about what happened earlier, I can still imagine my Mum's face in my mind. The horror of what she'd seen. Her only daughter and child she truly cares for is hurting herself.

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It was probably midnight by now, the moon was hanging so high and the sky was now sulking black. The time went by, and not a single trace of my Mum has tried to find me. I wouldn't blame her after what she saw. Although there was still a part of me that was still angry towards her for this situation, why she never told me about Harry. That reminds me, I was feeling a bit disappointed too for Harry hasn't told me as to why now he showed up in my life. His words quoting "You're too young to understand". For godsakes, I'm 16. One thing I'm asking for is just to know what's going on. "DARCY?!" someone screamed loudly. I gasped in shock, someone found me. "DARCY?!" The voice shouted again, the voice seemed oddly familar. "DARC-" but before I could even figure it out, I looked up to see who it was. Harry.

"Darcy?" He asked, his eyes masked with pity, sort of glassy. I think he was crying. Before I could comply he quickly trudged over to me and hugged me tightly.

"I thought I lost you." He quietly cried. My whole body suddenly felt different, something I've never really felt before. I felt loved and cared for.

We stood like this for minutes, Harry holding me tightly in his embrace. He took a step back but still held my arms tightly.

"Are you okay? Are you cold? You need to get something to e-"

"I'm fine, Harry." I forcefully smiled.

I was surprised he didn't see my large mutilated cut, after all it was dark.

We sat there on the grass, for I couldn't comply and go back to the house yet. It was silent, yet so soothing, only the sound of crickets filling the air.

"Your Mum told me." He suddenly said, breaking the silence.

"Oh." I muttered quietly.

"Don't worry, I won't tell your Mum you're here right now, unless if you want me to." He said.

"Not quite ready to go back." I said.

"I know, Darcy- why do you cut?" He suddenly blurted out.

I took a deep sigh. "Everything." I admitted.

"Does everyone else know?" He asked. I shook my head. "Not even my bestfriend." I said. "But I guess you and Mum know now."

He nodded. "I used to cut too." He suddenly said. I raised an eyebrow at him surprisingly. "When I was still in One Direction, I had a few haters... everyone said not to listen to them, but they still got to me."

"How long for?" I asked. "2 years, then I stopped." He said. I nodded in understandment.

"You know Darcy, as much as your having a hard time right now, your Mum is too." He said.

"Oh yeah? It's cause she won't tell me anything, and I end up having to beg her for an answer, and there we go start arguing." I said. "Honestly Harry, I just want an answer to all of this, is it too much to ask for?" I asked, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"Darcy, when your Mother and I think it's the right time, then we will eventually tell you." He said.

"I think now is the right time." I bluntly said. "I deserve to know everything."

He took a deep sigh, and his voice struggling to come out with the words.

"Darcy, the reas- the reason why I finally decided to come back." He paused and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Your mother has cancer, she's dying." He finally said. I felt the sick feeling churning in my stomach, and I felt as if my heart dropped so suddenly, not being able to get any air. "What?" I asked.

"I agreed to finally come down and see you Darcy because your Mum is dying, and I promised her that I'd take care of you." He said with his voice shaking. "I can't fail to loose you again."

I quickly jumped into his arms, and cried helplessly, weakly onto his shirt. He held me tightly as we wept here in the night.

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"Thanks for helping me with my cut." I said as Harry helped me get into the car.

"No need to thank me love, you really needed the help." I smiled.

"Who knew someone like you would have a huge aid-kit kept in your car." I chuckled.

"Safety first, love." He chuckled as he walked over to his side. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded hesitantly, we'd be going back to Mum's. "Don't worry Darcy, as long as she knows your okay, everything will be fine." He reassured me.

The whole ride home was silent, I couldn't think of anything to say rather than think that Mum is already dying. The one person that was there and truly cared for me, is now being taken away. This wasn't fair, how would I be right after she left this world?

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Harry got out before I did, and I was hesitant to get out of the car. Facing Mum was a bit horrid right now. He opened the door and gave me a pity smile. "It's going to be alright."

I took a deep breath and walked out towards the door. I was atleast 5 feet away when Harry rung the doorbell. "I'll be outside waiting." He smiled. To my surprise, the door was already open. I opened the door to be wiffed with the familiar smell of home. I looked around to find Mum. Then from the kitchen, I heard tiny sniffles and sobs. I ran to see Mum, crying helplessly with her face burried in her hands.

"Mummy?" I asked softly, as if I were a child again with a sweet voice. She removed her hands from her face, and her face instantly brightened as she saw me.

"Darcy, honey?" She asked. I quickly ran to her and hugged her as tight as I can, feeling the embrace, for this would be the last time I would ever hug her again like this. "I'm so glad your back." She cried. Tears poured endlessly down my face.

"I know Mum, I'm sorry." I sniffled.

"No ,no Darcy don't be, you deserved an explanation." She said as she cupped my face in her hands softly.

"I already know now, thanks to Harry." I smiled. I then heard footsteps trudging behind us. Mum smiled as she saw Harry, her eyes twinkling with lust.

"Thank you, Harry." She smiled.

"Don't thank me, Liv." He smiled back.

Notes

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