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?


4. Remembering...

I lay still on my bed staring at the ceiling. I felt sick from grief and exhausted from crying. My whole body was numb. I knew I wasn't asleep, but I didn't really feel like I was awake either; I was just trapped in this nightmare I couldn't escape. I didn't know what time it was, or even how long I'd been lying there, and to be honest I didn't care. Nothing mattered to me anymore, I just wanted the pain to stop, I wanted to drift away from the reality of it all and forget everything, like it had never happened.

"Harry..." I heard a familiar voice say, followed by a knocking on the door to my hotel room. "Are you in there?"

I guess that meant the boys were back. I felt bad for running out and leaving them at the VMAs but the news of Mollie's death was such a shock that I just needed sometime alone to process it all before I could speak to anyone about it.

"Leave me alone, Liam..." I muttered, burying my head under my pillow as I heard the open the door and Liam make his way into the room.

"Paul told us what happened...I'm so sorry Harry. That must have been really horrible for you to hear, over the phone." He said, in a comforting tone. "But you shouldn't have taken off like that; we were all really worried about you."
"I know. I'm sorry. I just felt so sick; I needed to get out of there before I passed out."
"How are feeling now?"
"Not great." I sniffed.
"Is there anything we can do for you?" He inquired, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Anything you need?"
"No, not really." I replied, shrugging him off. "I just want to be myself for a while."
"Ok...If that's what you want. But before I go, there's something I need to tell you."
"Look. I really don't want to talk to anyone right now. Whatever it is, you can tell me tomorrow!"
"But Harry. It's about Dar..."
"Liam, it’s been a long night and I just want to get some sleep, Ok?" I told him, not paying attention to what he was telling me.
"Alright, fine...I'll leave you alone." He sighed understandingly, "But if you need anything just let us know, Ok?"
"Yeah. I will...Thanks." I agreed. And with that he walked away, leaving me alone once again with my thoughts.

After Liam had gone, I lay there a little longer, everything still spinning round in my head and eventually decided that it was time to try and get some sleep. At least that way I might be able to forget the pain, even if it was just for a couple of hours. So I buried my head into the pillow, and closed my eyes.


"Harry..." Mollie whispered in to my ear, as she lay in bed next to me, playing with my curly hair and stroking my face. "Wake up sleepy head...We've got things to do today."

I turned over to look at my girlfriend. She was so beautiful, even first thing in this morning. I still sometimes couldn't believe she was mine.

"No..." I replied, "You mean, YOU'VE got things to do. It's my day off; I haven't got to do anything today."
"Yeah right!" She scoffed, hitting me playfully. "Like, I'm going to let you sit on your backside all day and do nothing! We've got a nursery to paint, remember?"
"Ooh...No" I groaned, pulling the duvet over my head in protest. "This is the first day off I've had in weeks. Can't we just chill out and leave the nursery painting for another day?"
"Harry in-case you haven't noticed I'm 8 months pregnant. We're running out of time. Before you know it, she'll be here and we've still got so much to do." Mollie stressed, "If we keep putting things off, we'll never get everything done in time."
"Relax. You’re not due for at least another 4 weeks. That's plenty of time to get everything ready!" I assured her. But I could tell she was going to need more convincing.

"Come on babe. Let's just have a lazy day?" I suggested, kissing her neck, "I can make us some breakfast, we can relax, snuggle up in bed together...What do you say?"

I kissed her again and at first she didn't protest, my plan was working, she seemed to be tempted by my suggestion, but then she pulled away.

"Harry Styles! Stop trying to seduce me so you can get your way!" She exclaimed, "You know we have to get this done! We might as well do it today and get it out of the way."
"Alright, fine..." I surrendered, "You win…I'll help you paint the nursery."
"Trust me Harry. Painting is last thing I want to do. I'd much rather be spending the day in bed with you." She told me, "But we can't keep putting this off, it's got to be done."
"I know. I know. Your right." I agreed, "So what colour are we going for? Pink, I take it?"
"Of course." She replied,
"Right, well I guess I'd better go and dig out my painting overalls, then." I smiled, pulling back the duvet and sliding out of bed to go and get dressed.

Later that day, after working hard all morning to get it done, the nursery was nearly finished.

"How you doing Mol?" I asked, rolling the final layer of pink paint on to one of the Nursery Walls, while Mollie painted the wall opposite me.
"It's getting there." She answered "What about you?"
"Yeah. I'm almost done now. You know, I think I'm getting quite good at this painting and decorating stuff...I might actually consider taking it up as a career." I joked,
"You...a painter? Are you kidding me? You've got more paint on the carpet than on the walls!" She pointed out,
"Well...that's because I wanted the carpet to match the walls" I justified,
"Oh right, is that what it was. I thought you just liked making a mess."
"No. I did it on purpose. It's all part of my artistic vision for the nursery."
"Oh I see. Well as great as that artistic vision is, I think you should stick with the singing. It doesn’t involve as much cleaning up."

Mollie and I laughed and then something on the radio caught our attention.

"Oh, look who it is..." She pointed out, as 'Live while we’re Young." started playing. "It's One Direction."
"Who?" I asked, jokingly, pretending not to recognise my own band. "Never heard of them."
"Oh don't worry; you’re not missing out on much." She jested, "They're not that great. The Wanted are much better."
"Hey, don’t let Louis hear you say that, you know what he thinks about The Wanted."
"I'm only joking...You know I'll be always be a Directioner." She smiled.
"I should hope so too. Otherwise you'd better go and move in with one of the guys from the Wanted, instead."
"Nah, don't worry Harry. I'd take your curls, over Jay McGuiness’s, any day of the week."
"Glad to hear it."

"And just to prove how much of a Directioner I am..." Mollie began, and starting acting like she was a fan-girl at one of our concerts.

"Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy til' we see the sun." She sang along to the radio, dancing around. Despite being heavily pregnant, she was still able to dance pretty good. "I know we only met but let's pretend its love...Come on Harry, you know the words, sing along!"
"Shut up" I said, laughing.
"Oh, what’s the matter Styles? Have you got stage fright all of a sudden?"
"Yeah right…I'll give you stage fright..." I exclaimed, flinging my paint brush at her and splashing her with pink paint, and then running away so she couldn't get me back.
"Right...Now you're asking for it curly!" She retorted, chasing after me with her paint brush.

The next thing I knew Mollie and I were running around the room like a couple of kids, splashing paint at each other and getting it absolutely everywhere.

"No!”" I cried, putting my hands up, as Mollie had me cornered. "Don't get me! Please!"
"Say it..." She demanded, holding the paint brush over me and threatening to cover my hair in pink paint.
"Say it! Or the curls get it."
"Ok, Ok, fine. I give in...I surrender. You are the undefeated paint splashing champion."
" was that so hard to say?" She smiled, dropping her paint brush and leaning in for kiss. I held her close and we kissed for quite a while, until all of sudden Mollie pulled away, clutching her stomach.

"Mollie?" I inquired, "Are you Ok?"
She shook her head. Unable to speak through the pain.
"What's wrong? Is it the baby?"
There was no reply.
"Mollie! What's happened? Talk to me..."
"She's coming!" She cried
"Whose coming?"
"The baby! She's coming...I'm in Labour!"
"What! But you're not due for another 4 weeks! You can't be in labour yet. It might be false labour...the midwife did say that..."
"This isn't false labour Harry! This is the real thing?"
"Really? Are you sure?"
She nodded,
"How sure?"
"Pretty damn sure Harry, my water just broke!" She shouted,
"Well don't just stand there...Do something!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Well getting me to the bloody hospital would be a start!"
"The hospital...Right. Of course Ok...We can do this...Everything is going to be fine...There's no need to panic..." I assured her, even though it was me who was panicking, "Come on, I'll help you to the car..."

I put my arm around her to support her and started to walk her to the front door.

"Wait!" She shouted, stopping.
"What? What is it?"
"I need my hospital bag...I packed it ready for when I went in to labour, everything is in there, all my things and clothes for the baby."
"Ok. Where is it?"
"In our bedroom. Next to my side of the bed. It's a red bag, with the flowers on it, I'm sure you'll see it."

I ran in to our bedroom, searched for Mollie's red hospital bag and then, when I eventually found it, I helped my pregnant girlfriend to the car, and made a mad dash to the hospital maternity ward.

About 6 hours later the labour, which seemed to last a lifetime, was finally over. I looked at Mollie I could tell she was exhausted, and she had every right to be, just watching her go through it all had been painful enough, I could only imagine how it must have felt to actually experience it.

"Are you Ok, babe?" I asked, taking her hand and smiling.
"Yeah. Just tired. It's been a long day." She replied. And then turned her attention to the midwife who was examining our baby.

"Is she alight?"
"Yep. Perfect. Absolutely nothing to worry about at all. She's a picture of health." The midwife assured us. "Would you like to take her now?"
"Yes please."

The nurse handed Mollie the pink bundle, and she began to cry.

"Oh, Harry, look at her. She's so...beautiful."

I peered over Mollie's shoulder to see our little girl nestled close to her mother, quite content and happy to be there. I'd never seen anything quite so perfect. A sudden burst of parental love washed over me and all I could think was how much I wanted to protect her, to keep herself from anyone that wanted to hurt her.

"What are you going to call her?" The midwife asked.
"Darcy." I replied. "Darcy Anne Styles."

I felt a gentle tapping on my arm, followed by the familiar sound of Louis voice.

"Harry...Wake up."
"Louis?" I questioned, sleepily, my eyes still half shut as they adjusted to the bright light in the room. "What are you doing in here?"
"We're sharing this room, remember." He reminded me.
"Oh. Right, Sorry. I forgot this was your room too. I must have been asleep, when you came in last night; I didn't hear you open the door.”
"Well I didn't actually sleep in here." He told me,
"Why not?"
"Well, Liam said you wanted to be myself yourself for a while, so we went down to the bar in hotel to give you some space and by the time we came back up it was pretty late and I didn't want to disturb you. So I slept in Niall's room instead." He explained “But we’re going to be leaving soon, so I thought I'd better come in and get you up. I didn't want you to miss breakfast."
"Thanks...but I'm not hungry."
"Come on Harry, you've got to eat. You need to keep your strengh up; we’ve got a long journey ahead of us." For some reason, I didn't bother to ask, what ‘long journey’ he was referring too. I supose I wasn't really paying that much attention at the time.
"I just can't face it right now Louis. I already feel sick and the thought of food just makes me feel even worse." I explained, "Maybe I'll eat later, when my stomach is settled down a bit."

Louis sighed,
"Ok. Well, I'll leave it up to you. It would be better for you if you had something, even if it was just a piece of toast, but if you don't want too eat, I'm not going to force you."
"How are you this morning anyway? Apart from feeling sick?" Louis inquired,

“Well, I've got a bit of headache and my throat still hurts from crying so much last night. But that's nothing an Ibuprofen won't fix; it’s the whole in my heart, that's going to take a long time to heal."
"Well...Of course it will. You loved Mollie and losing her is going to take a lot of getting over. But we're here for you. Whatever you need. We all want to help you however we can."
"I know. Thank-you. I appreciate that." I told him, "And I'm sorry I ran out on you all at the VMAS last night...I was just so upset, I needed to get away."
"I know. It's Ok. Don't worry." Louis assured me, "We understand. It was a shock for us too."

It went quite between us for a while and then Louis broke the silence by asking, "Did you sleep Ok?"
"Not really. I lay here for hours, thinking about Mollie before I eventually cried myself slept. And even then, I kept waking up, and staring at the clock." I recalled, "But the good thing was, when I did finally get to sleep properly, I had a really happy dream. Well actually, It wasn't a dream...It was a memory. A happy memory of Mollie."
"Aww, what memory was it?"
"We were back at home in London, and we were painting the Nursary. I remember that day so well. It was one of the best days of my life because it was the day that Darcy was bor..." I paused.
"What's the matter?" Louis inquired,
"Oh my god! Darcy!" I cried, "I've been so upset about Mollie, that I'd completely forgotten about Darcy!"
"It's Ok, Harry."
"No, it’s not Ok. How could I forget her? She's my daughter!" I exclaimed, angry at myself for not thinking about her earlier, and then I suddenly got a scary thought. "Oh god...What if she was in the car with Mollie. I couldn't bare the thought of losing her too."

"Harry. Calm down...It's Ok. Darcy is fine."
I looked at him,"How do you know?"
"That Doctor you spoke to last night explained everything to Paul after you left us with your phone. Don't worry, Darcy wasn't in the car with Mollie, she was at home with a babysitter."
I sighed, a huge sigh of relief.
"Thank god. So where is she now? Is she still with the babysitter?"
"No, she's with child services. When Mollie was being taken to hospital, before she went unconscious, she told the paramedics about Darcy being at home with the babysitter, and after she passed away, child services were called to go and collect Darcy from your house and bring her in to care."
"That's what Liam was trying to tell me last night." I remembered, "When he said he had something to tell me, he was going to tell me about Darcy. I can't believe I forgot about her. I'm such a terrible dad."
"No your not. You were upset about losing Mollie, it's understandable. There's no need to beat yourself up about it."
"What am I going to do now Louis?" I sighed, "How am I going to raise Darcy by myself?"
"Well…first of all you need to get yourself back to London as soon as possible. You’re no good to her half way across the world and you don't want her to spend any more time in care than she has too." Louis explained, and then handed me a book conformation for a flight back to London, “The flight leaves LAX for London at 10’Oclock this morning.”

“What about the tour?”

“Don’t worry about the tour. The most important thing right now is Darcy. Our fans will understand that.” Louis assured me, “Simon was Ok with it; I spoke to him this morning and he agrees that you should take some time off to grieve over Mollie, and be with your daughter.”

“Thanks for doing this for me Louis.”

“Don’t thank me; it was Paul who booked the tickets. He knew you’d want to get back to Darcy. So he went online and booked the earliest flight he could for you.”

“Wait…It says here that it’s a booking confirmation for two tickets to London. Why did he book two?”
"Well, me and the boys talked about it and we decided that one of us should go with you, for support so that you’re not on your own in all this." He explained, "And since you and I are closest, I thought it should be me. Liam, Niall and Zayn are going to continue the tour without us."
"And what did management have to say about that? I bet they weren’t too pleased with the idea of us both leaving.”

“Well we haven’t exactly discussed it with them yet. But to be honest, I don’t really care what they say. I’ve made up my mind that I’m coming with you, and Simon and the boys support my decision. So management are just going to have to expect it, aren’t they?”

“I don’t know what to say Louis…Thank-you. I really don’t know what I’d do without you guys. You’re my best friends.” I told him, giving him a hug.

“Oh come on, don’t go all soppy on me now. Just get ready. Paul is taking us to the airport straight after breakfast.”

End Of Chapter Three.

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