Hello, Darcy.

It's been 3 months. 3 months since I've stopped sessions with the sharp blades. 3 months since I've learned to accept the fact that Harry is my father, but I still haven't had the thought of forgiving him. 3 months since life has gradually changed, I've lived a little happier now.

It's also been 3 months since I've found out about Mum's life-threatening condition. It's only been 3 months and she's been through so many treatments, everything was happening too fast and sudden, and here she is laying lifeless on her bed. Mum decided that she wanted to be at home and get treated rather than the lonely hospital. Her last wish was dying here at home. Of course I couldn't comply to her wish, everytime the doctor would come here I would beg him for all he can do to make her better. Just one look at her I would end up in drowning in tears, I couldn't bare to look at her suffering like this.

I stood here by the door drame and watched her body lay so weak. I felt the stinging tears well up in my eyes. I just wished that this happened to me, not to her. My Mum doesn't deserve this, she's too good of a person to be struggling. Before I knew it, a loud sob escaped my mouth causing her to shift a little.

"Darcy?" She asked, even her voice sounded so weak. "What's wrong baby? Why are you crying?" She asked as she motioned her thin hand to the corner of her bed, for me. I slowly walked on over to her, wiping the tears abruptly from my face. I finally sat on the little empty space on her bed. She reached to my cheeks and cupped them trying to wipe away the remaining tears. I grabbed her hand and placed it in mine, stroking it softly. Her hand felt so boney and pale. "Now tell me darling, why are you crying?" She asked.

"Nothing Mum, it's just I can't help but feel your pain." I said softly with my voice shaking.

"Darcy, I told you this already." She paused. "Mummy is going to be alright, you don't need to worry about me darling, just worry about yourself, alright?" I nodded. "And also take care of your Dad dear, wouldn't want him fooling around with any 18 year olds." She chuckled. For her it seemed like a joke, but I couldn't help but wonder.

"Why would you say that?" I asked curiously. Her face fell suddenly to what she had just said, quickly regretting it. "Nothing, darling." She quickly said. There was a brief silence for a bit.

"Mum?" I asked.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked suddenly.

"Of course." She smiled.

"How come you never mentioned Harry when I was young?" I asked. A little frown masked over her as I asked that.

"It's complicated Darc." She said.

"I'm sure I can understand now." I said nonchalantly. She took a deep sigh. "I guess." She complied.

"I was about 17, going 18 of course." She paused. "I was dating your Father at the time when he was still in One Direction, and I got pregnant with you. Your Dad was on tour when this happened and of course he knew that I was about to have a baby, but then the media came and leaked pictures of Harry and some girl holding hands and leaving a hotel together... Of course I didn't believe any of that until Harry confirmed it himself that he slept with another girl." Mum's eyes began to become a bit glassy, close enough to spill the tears gathered in her eyes. "Harry begged me to stay with him, but I didn't comply. I ended up moving back here to Manchester and not once did I try to come in contact with him. But when I finally got the courage to call him up again, he changed his mind about the whole situation, saying he's too young and this all was a mistake, and not once did I try to dial his number. But Darcy, not once were you a mistake to me, and of course your Father regrets saying all of that and once I found out about all of this, I couldn't help but try to find him again because I couldn't leave you here standing alone. Once the moment he finally agreed to come back for you I couldn't help but feel joy for I know someone our there still cares for you, and I know that he won't dare to ever leave your side again."

I nodded, and without further notice, my eyes began pouring down tears. "Mummy, do you still hate him?" I asked.

"I never hated him darling." She smiled. "In face, I still love your father very much."

I smiled as the thought of my Mother still falling head over heels over Harry. Whenever he's around she's just stuck in lustful land, the way her eyes twinkle and the way she smiles.

"I can see that." I smiled. "Do you forgive him?"

"We've all made mistakes in the past Darcy, and when we look back on them we cringe and cry, but the past is what makes us who we are today and you're Dad realizes everything he'd done. In fact, the other night he came in here and pleaded for one thing before I go." She said.

"And what was that?" I asked curiously.

"For my forgiveness." She said.

"Have you?" I asked.

She nodded proudly. "Of course."

"But one day, you'll need to learn to forgive him Darcy."

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The doorbell rang and I stopped chopping the carrots, wiping my hands with the little towel as I walked over to the door. I opened it. "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Dear Darcy, Happy birthday to you!" Harry sang while smiling. I couldn't help but laugh but feel guilt on the inside. I forgot it was even my birthday. Harry stood there with a round cake, a dozen balloons and a bouqet of flowers. "Happy 17th Birthday Darcy!" He shouted. A tear escaped my eye as I hugged him tightly. "Thank you!"

I let go of him and welcomed him in as he walked over to the kitchen counter, placing all the stuff down. "How's your Mum?" He asked. "Could be better." I replied. He chuckled while trying to open the cake. "Darc, do me a favor and grab some plates and forks please." He asked. "Sure." I said and walked over to the dishwasher, grabbing 3 glass plates with 3 forks.

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We all sat around Mum's bed, of course with the flowers now put in a vase in which Mum couldn't stop admiring them.

"So Darcy, how does it feel to be 17?" Harry asked, chewing his cake slowly.

"Wouldn't know since I forgot my own birthday." I chuckled. Mum chuckled along. "Sadly, I didn't want to give any hints, I wanted for you to figure out yourself." She said while pointing her fork at me.

"Thanks alot, Mum." I chuckled.

"My baby is growing fast." She said frowning.

"Only 17 Mum, I'm not 90." I joked.

"I know, but sadly I won't see you to even turn 20." She said. The whole room went silent as Harry and I exchanged pitied glances.

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I stacked the plates and forks as I walked out of the room, leaving Mum and Harry alone.

"Thank you again for the flowers Harry, they're lovely." Mum said. I couldn't help but imagine the smile on her face even if I wasn't looking, then I heard a familar sound. A sound of a kiss. "You're lovely." He said back. I chuckled while I walked downstairs.

The whole time I was washing the plates I couldn't help wipe away the smile from my face. I was just happy that Mum is happy.

"Hello, Darcy." Harry's voice said from behind me. I got a bit startled and jumped, almost making the soapy plates slip from my hands.

"Hey, Harry." I smiled.

"Sorry if I didn't make your birthday as fun as you wanted it to be." He said.

"I enjoyed it, honestly." I paused. "Just the three of us, it was nice, it's like we're a whole family again you know?"

He smiled brightly. "I'm happy that you think that."

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I just sat downstairs alone, leaving Harry and Mum to have their alone time. My mind wandered around, thinking about random stuff, but was abruptly interrupted by feet trudging down the stairs.

"Hey, I just wanted to say that I'm going to head home now." He smiled awkwardly.

"Alright, I'll walk you out." I smiled and got up. He stopped right on his tracks as we were both heading towards the door.

"Happy Birthday again Darcy." He smiled as he reached into his pocket and held out a tiffany blue box wrapepd in with white ribbon. My eyes widened at it as he held it out for me to reach. "Open it." He said. I slowly reached out for the box and began un-tiying the silky ribbon, and finally lifting up the box. There revealed a silver chained necklace, with the name Olivia in cursive, and the "i's" dot excrusted with a tiny diamond. "I'm sorry it's not much, but the lady over at Tiffany's sugge-" I quickly hugged him tightly with a tear escaping my eye.

"This means alot, thank you." I smiled. I let go of him and wiped the tear away from my eye.

"Well I better get going now, enjoy your night, and Happy Birthday again." He smiled as he opened the door.

"Harry." I called out. He turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you again." I smiled.

"For what?" He asked.

"For everything." I smiled. "And I'm happy that you make Mum happy,and I'm happy that she forgives you."

"Really?" He asked, his face brightening. I nodded. "Well, your Mother is a good person Darcy, and I will always feel guilty for what I've done to her, she never deserved that and I hope you know that I'm not that same person I was 17 years ago."

"Mum said we all make mistakes in the past Harry, but it's what makes you who are today." I smiled.

"You're Mum is right." He said. "And I hope that one day you will forgive me."

I nodded and smiled.

"Do you still love her?" I asked.

"Always have." He paused. "And I always will."

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The whole night, the smile still hasn't faded off my face, even in my sleep. But the one thing I still haven't figured out, was forgiving Harry.

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