Broken ( sequel to Moments)

Darcy is the daughter of the famous Harry Styles but things are not what they used to be with her dad, he is broken, maybe beyond repair. As she tries desperately to fix her dad before its to late. Secrets are uncovered, pain is too and hearts are broken. Darcy finds love but is her families past just to much for her....?



1. Chapter 1


My family is not normal, not even close and I know that it is never going to be. No matter how hard I pray that things will get better... but it wont. I still cant get over that one time I came home from school and found my dad sitting on his bed, head in his hands, body shaking, sobbing. I still cant shake it from my mind, the way he gripped a old ratty jean jacket so hard I thought he would rip it, the way he looked so young and so old at the same time, the pain in his eyes scared me to death, I had ran off into my room not saying anything. I had been six at the time. Every night I would think about it, I knew why he was sad, my mum had told me why that night. I curled up into her lap on the couch and she stroked my hair softly,

“whats up boo” she had said

“nothing” I mumbled

“don't lie to me Darcy”

I gulped “I came home today and Daddy was crying” I remember all the light leave mums eyes then and the look of pain was just as horrible as Dads. She shut her eyes and scrunched them up tight, a tear streaming down her cheek. This had been the first time I had realized that something was very,very wrong.

“Mum” I had whispered gripping her shoulder “I'm sorry”. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, she was the prettiest person ever and when she smiled it was so beautiful.

“no Darcy don't be sorry” She held my hand , “when daddy was younger, you know how he was in that band aye?” I nodded and smiled, One Direction they had been called, Dad had been super famous. “Well your Dads four best friends died in a car crash when he was younger” she chokes on her words and sat me down on the couch then ran off to the bath room. Leaving me by myself, to many questions threatening to spill out of my mouth, but instead I just cried like every 6 year old would.

As I grew up the death of Dads best friends were barely mentioned and if it was it was by me, I always wanted to know more but I would just get hurt, sad looks from both of my parents but I heard things from other kids...not my parents.

When I was ten this boy in my class had once told me something that made my stomach churn. I had been eating my lunch when he slid next to me, a grin on his face that made uneasy.

“Your Harry Styles kid aye?” he had spat at me through a mouth full of peanut butter sandwich, I shrugged


“Wow, did you know your dad tried to kill himself when he was 19?” The words seemed to run through my brain slowly, each pausing to make sure I heard it loud and clear, . I knew that things had been hard for him when his friends died but he had tried to kill himself?! And then the stupid fucking boy had to keep talking ,

“he jumped off a bridge, almost died, they say he broke every bone in his body”

Then I started to hyperventilate and got the first of my many extreme anxiety attacks. Which includes me feeling like the whole world is closing in on me and I am all alone, I start to breath to quickly and shake. I have passed out 5 times due to these and been to hospital twice. My parents don't like hospitals, I know why. Yeah I know that mum had cancer, I think that her and dads story of love is amazing, thats one thing that makes me happy is the way they found each other and made each other better even though dad is not anywhere near close to better, I can see it in his eyes but mum makes him happy and I make him happy so thats okay. I do love my dad just sometimes I get so caught up in all of this stuff that I forget that he is my dad. Every day I lie in bed and wish so hard that Louis, Niall, Liam and Zayn hadn't died.







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