Moments - A Harry Styles Fanfic

One night when Olivia Howard hears her daughter crying she decides it's finally time to tell baby Darcy about her daddy who just happens to be Harry Styles. Read about how Olivia came to love the boy that we all love too. The heartbreak and happiness she shared with the curly haired boy.

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2. First Day Of School...

"So did mommy make new friends at school?" Darcy asked innocently as she stared into my eyes smiling at me.

"Not exactly baby." I replied sadly and Darcy's eyes suddenly filled with confusion.

I pushed her hair once again gently out of her face and continued with the story.

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I woke up the next morning dreading the day ahead of me. On the inside I wished somehow that the people at this school would like me but in my head I knew that wasn't going to happen...

I quickly had a shower and got dressed making sure I had all my books for my classes. I wore a pair of distressed skinny blue denim jeans, a tight-fitted v-neck grey t-shirt, a leather jacket and my black converse. I also braided my wavy hair to the side again.

After getting ready I went downstairs got some breakfast and then left the house to catch the bus.

I stood in the cold for about ten minutes before the number '36' pulled up which is the one that will now bring me to school. I jumped onto the step and quickly handed the exact change to the driver. He nodded and signalled for me to sit down. I found a seat and began looking through my phone.

Not a single text. No-one even cares i'm gone. They don't care that I left London...

I felt a lump appear in my throat but immediately pushed it back as I felt a presence beside me.

"Hi! I'm Andy!" The girl sat beside me and cheerily introduced herself as she held out her hand. She had ash-blonde hair cut into a bob which defined her face and beautiful brown eyes.

"Hey, Olivia" I replied telling the girl my name. We talked a bit on the bus and discovered we were in a few classes together. We quickly became friends and even walked into school with eachother. She helped me find my locker and classes. Let's just say Andy was the only friendly person I met that day...

Let's make a list shall we?

I got: slagged,teased, hit 'accidentally', people dropped my book, slammed my locker, called me a slag, a whore. Everything you could imagine and that wasn't even the worst part.

I spotted Harry near my locker with a group of his friends. They were all mainly the ones who made my first day miserable but I didn't care. I really wanted to say hi to him.

"Hey Harry!" I said happily as I walked up next to him while the gang of sluts glared at me sending me daggers.

He quickly became nervous and replied. "Uh..who are you?" Wow that felt like a punch in the gut...I stepped back a bit as if I had actually been punched. The sluts started sniggering and I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

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"Hawwy was mean to Owivia?" My daughter asked looking upset as if it was actually her in the story.

"He was Darcy and Olivia was very sad about it" I replied trying to make it sound simple. This story however is not.

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"What?" I asked astonished.

"You heard him he doesn't know you!" The blonde bimbo of a queen bee stepped in fron of me sending me a death stare.

Harry looked hurt but did nothing to stop her as she slapped me across the face. I held my hand over my now red-raw cheek that had just been hit. "You know what?! Screw you Styles!" I screamed and then ran out of the building letting the tears stream freely down my face. I didn't even care about the classes I was missing. Even though one was art which was the only thing I was truly passionate about doing.


I kept running until I reached my house. I don't know how long it took because I was so upset. How could Harry ignore me like that?! Embarrass me in front of the whole school on my first day like that?

As soon as I got inside I ran straight up to my room and started putting together my easel. The one thing I can express my feelings on. I set up the wooden easel in less than five minutes strapping my canvas to it.

I pulled my paints angrily from under my bed and put my headphones in my ears blocking out the world.

I just started painting everything that came into my head: my mom, the move, new school, and Harry....

Somehow through all the anger I managed to paint Harry perfectly. A smile on his face. The same one that greeted me when I first met him yesterday. I realised that I had painted his face over all my anger. Like Harry was the person to make me happy even though he caused this hurt.

I pulled out one of my headphones and grabbed a new canvas. Deciding to start again. Just as I was about to place my brush on the fresh white canvas there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in" I said angrily as I still didn't exactly want to talk to anyone yet. I looked at the watch on my wrist and realised I had been up here for over four hours painting. It was five o clock.

I turned back around to face the easel expecting it to be my dad but it wasn't.

"Olivia...I'm sorry" Harry's familiar voice came from behind me and I clenched my fists begging myself not to get upset again.

"Leave me alone" I replied through gritted teeth still not facing him.

"Look I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I just didn't think. And Holly shouldn't have slapped you. She's a real bitch" I listened carefully to what he said although I didn't know if I could forgive him.

"Then why are you friends with her?" I fired back at him wondering why he hung around with the queen bitch.

"I'm not...she just follows me everywhere...' he replied and I knew he was rubbing the back of his neck although I couldn't see him. "Olivia could you please forgive me for being such an ass today?"

I groaned. "Fine but if it happens again Styles, I won't be accepting anymore apologies from you!" I warned him as I turned to now face him and he smiled before pulling me into a hug.

It felt comforting to be in his arms. His slight vanilla scent was heavenly as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Hey do you want to go do something with me?" Harry asked as we pulled away from each-other. "Maybe go to the cinema?"

I smiled at him. "I'd love to" I grabbed my coat and phone before following him out of my room.

I slid into the passenger seat of Harry's car after being the gentleman that he is opened the door for me. Harry then joined me at the other side and started up the car.

"So what movie are we watching Styles?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him as we neared the cinema.

"Oh you'll see" he winked at me and I just rolled my eyes.

We soon arrived in the car park and Harry grabbed my hand as we walked inside. I once again felt the sparks from the first time he held my hand.

When we got inside I realised Harry already had the tickets. "What would you have done if I didn't forgive you and never came?" I asked smirking at him.

"Well one: I knew you would forgive me" he said and grinned cheekily. "and two: I would have given the ticket to Holly just to annoy you!" he joked and stuck out his tongue at me.

"haha very funny now what are we seeing?" I asked like an excited child.

"Titanic. The greatest love story of all time" Harry said extremely dramatically and held his hand to his forehead.

"I didn't realise you were a romantic sap" I teased him. "I would have seen something where everything blows up if you asked me to"

"awww" Harry whined and I laughed at him as we queued up for our popcorn.

"A small popcorn and a diet coke please" I ordered as I finally reached the top of the line. I took out my purse to pay the confectionary guy but Harry beat me to it. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked as I tried to put his money away but he wouldn't let me.

"Paying for a beautiful girl" a blush creeped it's way onto my face as he said that.

"oh Harry stop!" I said as I shoved his shoulder playfully.

We messed around for a while until it was time for the movie to start. We sat near the back and Harry immediately put his arm around my shoulder. If we weren't in the dark I would have looked like a tomato...

I felt so happy and safe in Harry's arms. He made me feel as if I'd known him forever.

By the end of the movie both him and I had literally flooded the theatre with our tears.

"Why couldn't Rose just move her fat as over on that door?!" I cried as we left the screen. Harry just nodded in agreement.

"There was so much room for the both of them!" he cried along with me. We literally looked like two mental hospital patients walking out of the cinema crying our eyes out.

**

Darcy laughed her cute little head off as I played out the moments of me and Harry crying together.

"You and daddy were so silly!" She said while giggling as she cuddled further into my pillow.

"Yeah we were...." I trailed off smiling as I began telling the story again.

**

"I had a really good time tonight Harry" I grinned up at the curly haired boy and he smiled back down at me.

"Me too. I'm glad you forgave me."

"So am I" I replied and hugged him good bye as we arrived at my house.

"Text me later" Harry grinned before driving off home as I closed my hall door and went to bed after saying goodnight to my dad.

I cleaned my paints away careful to put my painting of Harry in a safe place and went to sleep.

**

"Mommy?" Darcy asked curiously.

"Yeah baby?" I replied and she looked at the wall on the left of my room with icy thought.

"Is that the picture of daddy you did?" she asked and I looked over at the painting hung from my while and smiled.

"Yeah I kept it all these years because it reminded me of one of the best days of my life."

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