Missing Darcy

"Darcy was the one thing that had kept Stella and I together, and now she had turned into the thing that was tearing us apart..."

Harry and Stella's once-strong relationship was completely erased. Harry unaware, Stella found out she was carrying Harry's baby. Determined to get Stella back, Harry stuck by her side nonstop after Darcy was born. Upon taking care of her, they learned things about each other and were brought closer than ever before. Darcy was their miracle.

Until she went missing.


4. Unplanned

(4 years later)

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"How about this dress, sweetie?" I heard Stella ask.

"No!" yelled Darcy. I walked into Darcy's fully pink bedroom, complete with her new canopy bed and princess mural. Apparently, Stella was having some trouble getting her ready for preschool.

"I wanna wear my pink one!" Darcy screamed and pointed to a long, frilly pink dress.

"Honey, that's much too dressy for school," Stella held up a short blue sundress. "How about this one?"

Darcy crossed her arms and gave Stella an intense staredown. She was so damn cute with her brown curly hair bouncing all over her head. Finally, Stella gave in and dropped the blue dress into her lap. "Fine," she said. Darcy smirked at me, knowing she got her way. Stella left the room.

"And wipe that smirk off your face! You look just like your father..." Stella called out with a smile.

I picked Darcy up and planted a kiss on her cheek. She did look exactly like me, right down that smile on her face. She really grew up to be a beautiful little girl. I carried her down the stairs and plopped her on a kitchen chair, where Stella met us carrying a pair of Darcy's hot pink hi-top converse, her favorite. Stella put them on for her.

"Bye Mummy!" yelled Darcy as she walked toward the door to get into the car. 

"Have fun in school, baby," Stella said to Darcy and kissed her forehead. Then she turned to me. 

"Bye Stella," I said and kissed her.

Darcy was already in the car, listening to the radio when I got in the front seat. That girl was always singing, whether it was a nursery rhyme or Katy Perry. Sometimes she even made up her own. Today happened to be One Direction, of all artists.

People say we shouldn’t be together
We're too young to know about forever
But I say they don’t know what they talk talk talkin’ about

She had a pretty good voice. For a four-year-old, I mean. 

I joined in for my next part, as I often did.

Cause this love is only getting stronger
So I don’t wanna wait any longer
I just wanna tell the world that you're mine girlll

And then the both of us:

They don’t know about the things we do

They don’t know about the I love you’s
But I bet you if they only knew
They will just be jealous of us
They don’t know about the up all night’s
They don’t know I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right

Darcy smiled because she loved listening to me sing. I tried to keep her away from One Direction and all the publicity that surrounded us. Although we were dying down a bit, we were just coming off of a high that came from yet another amazing world tour. That didn't stop her from seeing the boys though. They loved her, especially Niall. 

"Daddy, when I grow up I wanna be a singer just like you."

"Oh you do, huh?" I said.

"Yeah, and it's gonna be me and Niall. And we'll travel all over the world like you and sing amazing like you, and even have a poster of us on it!" Darcy beamed. This girl was going places.

She started humming the rest to herself. I couldn't believe she knew the words to most of these songs. I wonder where she learned them.

We slowed to a stop at a red light. Suddenly I heard Darcy gasp.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Daddy we have to go back! I think I forgot my lunch!" she yelled.

"I'm sure its in there somewhere," I said, turning around in my seat to sift through her pink knapsack. "Maybe if you took some of this stuff-". 

I didn't get to finish what I was saying. Unknown to me, a car came barreling through the red light in the opposite direction, and hit my own car head-on. My body was flung out of the seat into the back. All I heard was Darcy's scream. She was my top priority. My hand reached out for her own, panic rising in my throat until I found it.

I gathered my bearings and opened my eyes at the same time Darcy did. She had the most panic-stricken face I had ever seen. Her bottom lip quivered. I had to get her out of the car. Since the front end of the car was completely bashed in, I had to carry her out through the trunk. 

The police arrived shortly after Darcy and I sat down on the sidewalk together. She never said a word the entire time, even when I pointed out that she had a pretty nasty cut on her forearm, probably from a stray piece of glass.

"I saw the whole thing," said a voice behind me. I jumped and turned around. It was one of the moms from Darcy's class. Her daughter Nicolette was one of Darcy's good friends.

"You had no part in the accident." she told me. Well obviously, I was just sitting at a stoplight, I thought. "It was that other man in his car."

"Where is this guy?" I asked.

"I think he's still trapped in his car," she said. I stood up for a better look. Darcy raced after me and held onto my leg. When the police came up to talk to me she let go out of fear. She needed to get home. And I needed to call Stella.

It turns out that this was a fairly dangerous car crash. Between the police, the witnesses, the tow trucks and the fire trucks and ambulances, I got so lost in the mix that I didn't even know which person I was talking to. Darcy had gone over to hang out with Nicolette while her mom let the police in on everything she saw. They told me that they had already notified Stella and she was coming over here to pick up Darcy while I got everything sorted out. The EMT's came up and asked me about any injuries either my daughter or I had received. I had a throbbing neck pain and my knee was hurting like hell, but I waved them out. But I let them know that Darcy had a cut that may require a couple stitches. They wanted to take a look.

I walked over to where Nicolette's mother had parked her car. I mean, at least where I thought she had parked her car. Because it was gone. Maybe this head injury was worse than I thought. 

I walked across the street and at least a couple hundred feet in both directions, but still no sign of the car that I had seen moments earlier with my own two eyes. No Nicolette or her mother.

And then the thought hit me. Panic rose in my chest.

And no Darcy.




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