Darcy Brooke Styles.
She has a passion for singing and dancing.
One day, when she gets the chance to show the world her moves with her bestfriend, Ryan, she runs into someone. Possibly her own father.
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4. I'm HIS daughter.

Tommy's POV: Darcy screamed at Harry, and left without another word.

We all stared at Harry, who looked ashamed yet confused.

"Wait Darcy!" I called after her and ran out of the flat. Finally she came to a stop. We were in the middle of a shelter for picnics, and the street.

"Darcy what happened?" She turned around. Her big green orbs looked straight into my eyes. Her lower lip quivered.

"Shhh. Don't cry love. Tell Tommy what happened." I pulled into a hug and stroked her hair softly until the sniffles stopped.

"Can we go sit down over there?" She pointed to the shelter where all the tables where. It was empty.

"Sure." We walked together in silence. Soon we sat down side by side. I put my arm around her to comfort her, and she leaned her head on my shoulder.

"I'm Darcy Brooke Styles. I'm 18. Harry is my dad. He left my mum without any notice when she had me. I shouldn't even be here today. Look at what it caused. My parents aren't together. And when I found out that Louis and Eleanor are together and had a child at a young age, hurts me even more!" She sobbed.

"Darcy, mum and dad never told me Harry had a daughter. Especially someone as beautiful as you. Let's go back to the flat, and talk some things over. Okay?" She sighed and I took her hand. It felt so nice. I know we just met, but Darcy gives me this little tingly feeling inside of my stomach. As we made it back on the street, there were flashing lights everywhere.

"What are they doing??" She questioned.

"When you're Louis Tomlinson's son, you sorta become famous too." I just shrugged. It was nothing major.

"Who's the slut?" A group of girls that looked to be around, 17 and 18 began to ask. Darcy stopped in her path.

Uh oh.

"What'd you call me?" She walked towards the girls.

"I, Lily Monroe, called you a slut. Get away from my man." She smirked and tried to run to Tommy. Darcy looked at her.

"What's wrong with you? Do things go on in your house? Do you get bullied? Do you call people that just to make yourself feel better?" All these questions flowed through Darcy's mouth. Lily had tears in her eyes.

"Oh hun, come here." Darcy pulled her into a hug.

"Why are you being so nice to me? My parents fight all the time and I bully others just to feel better. But I don't" Lily cried.

"It's okay love. Here's my Twitter, if you ever need anything." She wrote her Twitter on Lily's hand and we were off.

"Wow Darcy.." I looked at her amazed.

"Oh. You can call me Darc. And why wow?"

"You handled that so well." She was one strong girl.

"Oh. Yeah. My mum raised me well." Darcy smiled, confidently.

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