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.


15. We're Done...


Chapter 15:

We're Done...


"Yeah i'll be over in like ten minutes ok?" I told Harry as I grabbed my phone and keys, ready to leave my house to go meet him.

Apparently he has something important to tell me. Two weeks have passed since the best night of my life and so far I have been feeling like crap.

I've been throwing up and getting headaches ever since then. At first I just thought it was a hangover from drinking but now i'm starting to get worried.

My dad and I still aren't speaking and him and Anne are still unfortunately together. I pay no attention to either of them though.

Harry doesn't speak to Anne either. He thinks it's horrible how they left me while I was in hospital.

"Olivia..." My dad spoke to me directly for the first time in weeks. It took a minute to register in my head before I turned back around to face him. My eyes were wide from shock but his were full of regret.

I quickly changed my expression to a hard and stern one. "What?" I spat at him as I clenched my fists.

"I'm sorry" He said but I didn't believe a word that came from his mouth.

"Bullshit! Sorry doesn't mean shit!" I growled at him, becoming more and more angry at him. I don't usually curse but I was just filled with so much fury.

"I never meant to ignore you for all this time...I just...I was missing your mother, everything got so hard so I turned to Anne. You look so much like her" He was now centimetres away from me and tried to gently stroke my cheek. I quickly shoved it away as my eyes filled with tears that I refused to let fall in front of him.

"How dare you! Don't you dare talk to me about my mum again! You're no father to me! You never were! You don't have the right to call me your daughter!" I screamed at him as the tears fell down my face. I ran out the door and slammed it full force behind me leaving the man I used to call my father speechless.

I grabbed the handle to my car door and pulled it open with all the force I had before jumping inside.

I put the keys in the ignition and sped off to Harry's fathers house.

Hopefully there will finally be a bit of good news for once...

I reached his house in a little over fifteen minutes which I spent trying to look like I hadn't been crying. Luckily I wasn't wearing any make-up so the only thing I had to worry about was red, puffy eyes.

Nothing get's past Harry though...

"What happened?" I could sense him struggling not to get angry as his fists beginning to turn white.

"Just leave it please" I wiped my face one last time and ran over to his warm embrace.

He immediately wrapped his arms around my small waist and placed his lips on top of my head which was definitely comforting.

"Come inside" He told me as he pulled away and took my hand in his.

We walked inside and he shut the door leading me into his living room.

"I have some news" Harry said as he flicked his curls out of his eyes. He was sitting with his hands clasped together inbetween his legs.

I nodded as a signal for him to go on.

"Well...uhm you know the way you always told me I was a good singer?" I nodded once again extremely confused by what exactly he meant.

"I never really believed it. My dad told me the same as you and filled out a form." I started to grow worried and I furried my brows together.

"A form for what?"

"The X-Factor" He finally replied after taking a deep breath.

I felt my throat and chest become tight. "That's...great" I lied but kept focused on his facial expression. "When is the uhm..audition" I could feel a lump forming in my throat but forced it down.

"Actually...while you were in hospital.." Before he even said a word I had caught on.

"You got through?" My voice was lifeless and hurt. How could he not have told me?!

He nodded as he tried to keep eye contact with me. I turned away from his gaze though.

"W-why didn't you tell me?" I shakily let out as I tried to keep calm.

"I wanted to make sure you were fully recovered. You didn't need any stress and I didn't think I would go any further than I did"

Wait what does he mean?

"I'm going to Marbella with in two days" This is too much to take in.

"You're in a band?" Tears were now streaming down my face "How could you not have told me Harry?! You're going to another country for a bloody tv show and you didn't think for one second over this past month to even mention it!" I was now growing increasingly angry.

I could feel more and more rage inside of me and I felt like I needed to punch someone.

"I didn't want to upset you" He spoke softly but I scoffed at that.

"No Harry! You were being a coward! Too busy thinking about yourself and your career to even wonder if maybe I wanted to know about this! You're leaving and you're going to go far!" I took a deep breath and grabbed my keys and phone once again.

I need to get home.

"Olivia..." He cried out after me as I ran out his hall door and straight to my car.

"No!" I shouted at him as I climbed into the driver's seat.

He looked heartbroken as I sped away, crying my eyes out.

As I reached my familiar driveway I felt the same sickness I have been feeling since prom.

I need to throw up.

I sprinted into the house and into the bathroom where I pulled up the toilet seat and started violently vomiting into the pot.

Just as I finished it hit me...

I'm late.

My face paled and I felt the urge to get sick once again.

Please no.

*3 Months Later*

Things have changed since Harry left...

Our relationship isn't the same anymore. He's distant with me and when we talk on Skype I feel like he doesn't even want to be there. I see pictures of him with contestants on the show leaving clubs and hooking up in magazines and I was about to confront him about it.

He came to see me the day after we fought and apologised. I didn't tell him though. I was still in shock myself and I care about him. That would ruin his career. But I have to tell him.

After I told my dad, he was fine with it. Shows how great of a parent he is.

He gave me the money I needed and I moved out. I didn't need him anymore.

I left school and got a job.

And finally...I'm pregnant.

With Harry Styles' child.

The loveable cute sixteen year old from One Direction. The band that's doing so well on X-Factor.

Now it's time to let the father know.

I've kept it from him for three months and by now my bump is slightly visible.

"Hey" He greeted me with a fake smile on his face over video chat.

I smiled lightly back at him and gave a slight wave. "Hi"

There was an awkward silence but then we both spoke at the same time. "No you go first" I told him being the scaredy cat I am.

"Look Liv...X-Factor is going really great for us right now. We're doing really well and...I don't think i'm going to be home for a while. Maybe it would be best if..if we had a break" He spoke every word with no emotion but I sure as heel wasn't going to show him how upset I was.

I clutched my slightly swollen stomach as I prepared myself to tell him the news.

"Well I think that's a great idea Harry" Every syllable I spoke was in spite of him. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel guilty and down right horrible.

I stood up and showed him my bare belly causing him to go into pure shock. "This your kid Harry but there's not a chance of you ever being in their life! I've seen you out with those girls and you don't deserve something as beautiful as this in your life!"

"We're done..." I said quietly before hitting end and leaving him like that.

After that I deleted his name from ever contact list I owned.

He would call, text, skype, everything and I would ignore him completely.

He was gone from mine and Darcy's life...


I never realised how hard it would be to talk about that...

I clutched my heart locket that Harry had given me even harder. I couldn't deny the love I felt for that boy. I love him with all my heart no matter what mistakes he made.

I wonder does he ever think of us, of Darcy. Does he ever wonder what she looks like, what she sounds like, how she acts?

Does ever wonder how I look now? I've definitely matured. I became an artist and have paintings in museums. That's what earns me money.

I dyed my hair blonde and my green eyes have definitely lost the sparkle they used to have...

Darcy had fallen asleep finally and was lying peacefully on my duvet, her chocolate brown curls sprawled out on the pillow and her dimples indented as she smiled in her slumber.

She really is beautiful and definitely her father's daughter.

She always asks about him and now that she knows more she will definitely want to meet the man who helped make her...

Darcy needs her father and maybe I need him too.

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