Accidents Happen (The Story Of Darcy Styles)

Harry was 18, no way was he ready for the responsibility of being a dad. He was only a kid himself, just trying to have some fun. But after a tragic accident leaves his daughter Darcy with nobody to care for her, He finds himself in difficult situation. Harry is determined to raise his daughter right and give her the best life he possibly can, but will he be able to handle the pressure that comes with being a father, a celebrity, and dealing with his own grief at the same time?

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3. Bad News!

"Wow!" I exclaimed, as the 5 of us ran off the stage, jumping around with excitement. "That was amazing..."

It was the night of the MTV Video Music Awards, and 
we were all buzzing from our performance; the crowd had been incredible and we were thrilled to have won 3 awards. 

"I know" Niall agreed, "3 Awards! And a kiss from Katy Perry. I can't believe it! What a night!"
"Come on lads, let's get back to the hotel, then we can go out and celebrate!" Louis suggested, 
"Great idea Lou!" I agreeded. I was always up for a laugh and right now, 
going out and getting smashed with the lads seemed like the perfect way to celebrate our success.

At the moment I spotted Paul, our tour manger/body gaurd/baby sitter, walking towards us.

"Hey, Paul...Check us out. 3 VMAs...And we all got a kiss from Katy Perry. Jealous much?" Louis smiled cheekily, showing off our Moonmen awards and laughing. But Paul didn't seem to listening. 

"Paul?" Louis prompted, "Did you hear me? I just said, We won 3 VMAs!"

"What?" Paul responded, suddenly paying attention, "Oh Sorry...3 VMAs...Right. Yeah...Err...that's great, Louis. Well done" 

That was strange. Normally he'd have come back with a witty response, or make a joke about how we were going to need to buy a separate house just to keep all our awards in if we kept winning like this, But this time was different, he wasn't smiling, and he certainly didn't seem pleased about our awards, it was like his mind was somewhere else, he looked miserable, as though something terrible had just happened. 

"Paul...Are you Ok? You look like you've just seen a ghost..." Zayn observed. 

But he didn't reply. I could tell something was definitely wrong.

"Harry..." Paul whispered solemnly, his eyes falling on me. "Can I speak to you for a moment..." He looked at the boys and then back at me again, "On your own?...There's something I need to tell you."

I turned to my bandmates, wondering if they had any clue  what was going on but judging by the expressions on their faces they were as confused as I was.

"What's this all about Paul?" I inquired, 
"I've...Well I've got...Some bad news Harry..." He explained regretfully, 
"Bad news?" Niall repeated, "What about?"
"Has something happened?" Liam asked, 
 
"Look...Lads" Our tour manager began, addressing Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall, "Why don't the four you go and the wait in the car out the back?" He suggested, handing the car keys to Liam, "I need to speak to Harry...alone."

"Err...Ok...If that's what you want" Liam said, taking the keys. "Come on lads...Let's go and wait in the car"

"No! Wait!" I protested grabing Liam's arm quickly to prevent them from leaving. "Stay."

I didn't know what this bad news was, but if it going to be something upsetting, I'd rather not be alone when Paul told me about it. 

"Harry...I really think that they should..."
"Look. Whatever you have to tell me Paul, you can tell me in front of the boys, Ok?" 

Paul sighed,
"Ok...Fine" he agreed, "Just be prepared, What I'm about to tell you...It's going to be pretty hard for you to hear. And I just thought you might want to be alone to..." 

Paul paused, as the sound of a ringing phone in his back pocked interrupted him.

"Hold on. I've got to take this...It could be important" He insisted, promptly putting his hand in to his pocket and producing a black iPhone 5.

"Wait...Isn't that your phone Harry?" Zayn pointed out. 

I quickly looked at the phone Paul was holding. I hadn't noticed but Zayn was right, that was definitely my phone. I recognised the case straight away because it had been a present from Mollie and it had a photo of Darcy printed on the back. 

"Yeah" I nodded, "It is"
"Why is Paul getting important calls on YOUR phone?" Louis queried.  

"Hello..." Paul answered, "Yeah, It's Paul Higgins again...I'm Harry's tour manager. We spoke earlier, when you told me about...the err...well you know..." He went on, "No, I haven't told him yet...You want to speak to hin? Oh, Right...Ok...I'll pass you over..." Paul turned to me, "Harry, It's Dr. Quincy from Mercy Hospital back in London. He wants to speak to you about the...about what's happened..."

I took my phone from Paul's hands, 

"H...Hello..." I spoke a little nervously, unsure of what was going on, "Err...Yeah...That's me. I'm Harry" I replied, "What's this all about?...Mollie? Yeah of course... she's my girlfriend, Why? What's happened to her?...An Accident?" I repeated, "What kind of Accident?"

"What's he saying Harry?" Louis inquired, looking concerned. But I didn't have time to reply, still listening closely to the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Oh my god...What Happened?" I cried in shock. "Shit! That sounds bad...But she will be alright won't she? I mean, you can...you know...operate or something, you can save her? You can make her better...Right?" I pleaded, hopefully, "What do you mean it's too late? Too late for what?"

"No..." I sobbed, tears streaming down my face, "That can't be true. It just can't be. There must be something you can do...you can't just give up on her! You have to save her..." 

All that Dr. Quincy could say was how "terribly sorry" he was for my loss. As if he thought that would actually make me feel any better. 

"Don't give me that Shit! You're not sorry at all, how could you be? You didn't even know her!" I fumed. 

Dr. Quincy tried to be sympathetic, insisting that he knew I was upset, but that I needed to calm down and take it easy. Easy for him to say, he hadn't just been told over the phone by a complete stranger that his girlfriend was dead. 

"No you don't! You don't know anything! You call yourself a doctor? Doctor's are supposed to help people...You should have done something, you should have saved her life!"  

Dr. Quincy let me have my rant, he was probably used to people going off on one when he had to tell them their loved ones were dead. He told me that he understood I needed someone to blame for Mollie's death and naturally I would take it out on him, so he just let me go on shouting at him, until I was out of things to say. By which time I was just too tired to argue anymore, so I just stood there in silence taking everything in, while Dr. Quincy explained that he tried his best but there was nothing more he could have done to help her. Meanwhile, Paul and boys crowded around me with concerned looks on their faces. I couldn't believe what had just happened, it was like I was in the middle of a bad dream; my worst nightmare and I knew I was never going to wake up from it. They all kept asking me if I was alright and trying to comfort me, but It wasn't making me feel any better. Eventually I decided I couldn't take it anymore, I felt hot, sick and dizzy; the room was spinning and I could barely feel my feet on the ground anymore, I knew if I didn't lie down soon I was going to pass out.

 "I'm sorry...I can't deal with this right now! I just...I need to be alone!" Was the last thing I managed to say, before cutting Dr. Quincy off and running out of the building in floods of tears.

End Of Chapter.
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