Paris Belongs To US *A lot can happen in 9 months sequel*

It's been 4 years since Zoe and Darcy moved to Paris. Zoe hasn't gotten over Harry. He claims he has gotten over her. When they bump into each other? Will their feelings come back? Or will life get in the way once again?


16. Tears


It's been a week since Harry and I got into our fight. I haven't seen him and neither has Darcy. We are leaving today. We're leaving London and our friends behind.

We all got together, for the afternoon. Harry didn't come. After lunch we had to leave.

Liam was the first to give us a hug.

I'm gonna miss you guys, text me when you get home. Remember little one I'm gonna text you everyday.

Then Zayn.

I'm gonna miss you beautiful ladies. I want you to text me too.

Then Niall, he cried.

I love you guys so much, text me when you get home. I'm gonna miss you.

Then Louis, out of all of the boys he was crying the most.

Text me when you get home, I love you and I miss you already.

Danielle was crying and she said something to us but I didn't understand what she said.

We had to get going.

"I'll text you guys when we get home. I love you all and I miss you."

I love and miss you already.

We walked out of the door, we both started to cry. I hid my tears, I need to be strong for Darcy.

Why isn't daddy here?

"He couldn't make it baby, text him though ok?"

Ok mum.

Of course just like the first time, Darcy fell asleep barely an hour into the trip home. 

All I could think about was what Harry said, how he just gave up on Darcy. I know he isn't really her father but he has been for the past 5 years.

She loves him with all of her heart and all he can do is just pretend to love her. 

We got home 7 hours later. I was so tired. I picked Darcy up from her car seat and left the bags in the car for the night. I put Darcy in her bed and closed the door. I texted the boys and told them we were home.

I got to my room and laid on my bed. I just stared at the ceiling. But then I felt it. I could feel them coming. They just started. Tears were streaming down my face.

This is the second time Harry made me feel this way. I made myself a promise. I promise that he will never make me feel this way again.

I've never hated anyone as much as I hate him.

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