Not Another Stylinson

What happens when Lucas Tomlinson meets Darcy Styles?
One Direction have been split up for 19 years now, Harry and Louis haven't talked since the break up and they never planned on talking again, that is until Louis' family moves from Doncaster to Belsize Park . Lucas has been drafted to a school of talent to play on the Football team. Lucas meets a girl at a party with the most gorgeous brown eyes, and brown curly hair, and man is she ever fit! They come to realise they live just around the corner from each other and Darcy convinces Lucas to be her dance partner for a competition of her dreams. Lucas hasn’t got an idea who Darcy's father is; his father doesn’t talk about his past. Will their fathers make peace between the One Direction family for their kids? Or will they forever stay Styles vs. Tomlinson.
(Swearing and explicit content. YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED)

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2. Chapter 2

I walked over to the couch taking a seat next a guy that I recognized from school, he didn’t notice me. I assumed it we due to the fact that he was sucking the face off one of the girls from my maths class. “You can’t just walk away from me like that.” I heard someone say from behind me.

I didn’t say anything but just turned my head giving her a smirk. She narrowed her eyes at me crossing her arms over her chest. I turned back around chuckling to myself. Soon enough she was standing in front of me. “Scoot over.” She demanded. I looked to me left where the two kids from school were still snogging then to the right to the armrest.

“I’m afraid there is no room love.”

“Wanna bet?” she said before turning around and sitting on my lap. “Now there is room for both of us.” She smiled which revealed one prominent dimple on her right cheek. She took another sip of her beer that was now almost gone. “So.” She started. “What brings you here, tonight?” she asked finishing the last of her beer.

“I was invited.” I shrugged. “Why are you here?”

“David and I have been friends for as long as I can remember.” I nodded. “So why did you move here?”

“To play footy.” I explained

“I’m going to get another drink.” She stated before standing from my lap. “You comin’?” she asked

I fallowed her back into the kitchen and she grabbed another beer from the fridge where she attempted to get the cap off again. “Here” I said holding my hand out. “For someone who can down beer you’d think you could get the cap off.” I chuckled popping the cap off with the side of the counter.

“Yea well,” she shrugged taking a sip of her beer. “Haven’t quite mastered that.”

“Wanna see a trick?”

“Sure why not.”

“Ok you see the guy over there with the beer in his hand.” I explained pointing towards Ryan.

“Mmhm.” She nodded.

“Watch this.” I said taking the glass beer bottle from her hand and walking over to Ryan. I slung my arm over his shoulder. “What’s up lad?” I asked. Ryan was talking to a group of girls that I had never seen before.

“Nothing mate.” He said trying to ignore me so he could continue talking to the girls.

“Ladies.” I nodded as I watched each one of them begin to blush and giggle. “I guess I’ll leave you guys then, Cheers.” I said before clunking the top of his beer bottle with the bottom of mine. The beer in his bottle began to foam spilling over the rim of the bottle and down his hand. I laughed to myself as I backed away from Ryan and made my way back to Darcy. “Now that’s what I call a show.” I said leaning against the counter while handing the beer bottle back to Darcy. Ryan was trying to wipe the beer off his hands and bottle. I took a sip of the beer before frowning.

“Oh bloody hell Lucas!” he yelled “you made it flat”

Darcy began to laugh. “Where did you learn that?” she asked

“It’s simple.” I shrugged. “The beer has carbon dioxide dissolved in it and is in equilibrium. Some of the carbon dioxide is gaseous and other part is dissolved in the beer. You can see it in a glass of beer where bubbles clinging to the sides. When you bonk the beer, you impart a little energy into the beer. The bubbles are knocked off the bottle/glass into the rest of the beer; the equilibrium is shifted towards the gassy side which causes more carbon dioxide to come out of solution, thus foaming over.” I explained.

“You know too much for your own good.”

“It’s basic beer physics.”

Darcy took another drink from her beer clearing half of the bottle. “So how many of these beer tricks do you know?” she asked.

“Just one more.” I shrugged.

“Show me.”

“Ok, but I’m going to need your bottle when it’s empty.”

Darcy smiled before chugging the rest of the beer form her bottle. “Done.” She said handing over the glass bottle.

“Ok, so first you need to wash it out.” I explained turning the tap on and rinsing the bottle out. There were a few people in the kitchen and they all began to crowd around the sink. “Now fill the bottle till about one inch below the rim” I said filling the bottle. “Next hold the bottle like so.” I said holding the neck of the bottle with my left hand. “Be careful not to clutch the whole neck of the bottle.” I warned. “Now watch this.” I said before taking my right hand and hitting the opening on the bottle. The bottom of the beer can popped right off and landed in the sink. Everyone in the room began to hoot and holler.

“Where do you learn this stuff?”

“Parties back home I guess.” The crowd began to die down and eventually everyone was back in their own groups leaving Darcy and I alone again. “Where do you learn to hold your drinks?” I asked

“I’ve only had two.” She said going to grab another. “On numero tres.” She smiled before handing me the bottle, once again I hit it off the side of the counter and the lid popped off.

“No, most people your size are tipsy after chugging two.”

“What can I say, my dad taught me everything I know.” She said.

“He must be a wise man.” I joked which caused a punch in the arm. “Hey that hurts.”

“Oh what, the player can’t handle a girl.” She cooed

“I am most definitely not a player.” I scowled.

“You tell yourself that, but I see the way you look at girls.”

“Honey if I was a player, don’t you think I would have already tried to pull something on you?” I questioned, I for some reason I felt a little offended, or disappointed that she thought of me like that.

“That’s because you have to soften them up.” She smirked.

“Eeh by gum, if I was a player I wouldn’t have spent this much time on one girl.” I stated.

“South Yorkshire.” She stated.

“Sorry?”

“Eeh by gum, South Yorkshire slang.”

“And how do you know this?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

“Common sense.” She said in a duh tone. “No my dad used to talk me to Doncaster during the summers.”

I nodded. “Why would you go there?”

“My dad always said his best friend lived there, he said they were really close when they were in a band together, then one day they just stopped talking, just like that. He didn’t know where he went from there. My dad used to show me all the places they used to go to, he said his friend had the most gorgeous girlfriend, and they loved each other so much.”

“Your dad was in a band?”

“That’s all you caught from that?” she chuckled “Yea, he was. Those were his glory days.”

“Well what does he do now?”

“He’s a music producer; he’s always had a knack for good music.”

“That’s pretty cool.”

“What about your dad?” she questioned.

“He owns a footy team.” I sighed “He’s one of Doncaster’s best footy coaches’” I explained.

“And I take it that’s why he wants you to play football so bad?”

“Exactly.”

“Well what do you want to do?” she asked

 “I don’t really know. I enjoy design, things like interior design and any design really fascinates me.”

“Well why don’t you do that?”

You don’t become known for design like that” I said quoting my dad.

“Sure you do, what about Antoni Gaudí?”

“My dad wants me to play footy. And what he says goes.” I sighed. “What about you, what do you do?”

“Oh well I dance.” She smiled brightly.

“What type of dance?” I asked I expected her to say something like Ballet but that wasn’t the case.

“Hip-Hop.” She said finishing her third beer.

“Well that explains your rhythm.” 

Darcy smirked. “I’ll show you what it’s like to dance with a Hip-Hop dancer.” She winked before grabbing my hand and dragging me to the main part of the house. By now there were even more people. The whole place was practically packed full of people. Darcy walked us to the middle of the crowd her hips swaying to the music. “Can you keep up?” She asked. Our bodies were up against each other, squished in the sea of people. Her face inches from mine.

“No, but I’m up for the challenge.” I smirked. Darcy smiled. Our bodies so close I could feel her hips grinding on mine when she swayed to the music. My hands palmed her hips as I began to move to the music with her.

“You’re not so bad.” She teased.

“What can I say, practice makes perfect.” Darcy chuckled and shook her head. I grabbed her waist and spun her around; her back was facing my front as we continued to dance. I lowered my head to her ear. “But I must say I have never danced with someone as good as you before.” I said in a low voice so only she could hear. I hadn’t noticed that she had taken the navy blazer off till now where she was only in her Ramones t-shirt.

“What can I say, Practice makes perfect.” She said and I could sense the smirk on her face.

“Are you mocking me?” I whispered in her ear leaving a light kiss down her neck. Darcy moved her head back so it was against my chest as I began to trail soft kisses up her neck and behind her ear. “I sense some mocking.” I said against her skin.

“I-I w-was just… um… I.” she said in a flustered tone.

“Gotcha.” I smirked before releasing m hands from her hips and backing up a little.

Darcy spun around. “That’s cheating.” She glared.

“No its not, it’s called using your resources.”

“It’s called playing dirty.” She scowled.

“Whatever you say darlin’.” I smirked. The music began to die down into something slower. I grabbed Darcy by the waist and brought her closer. “Point one for me, now it’s your turn to dance with me.” I said placing my hands on her hips again. She wrapped her arms around my neck but kept her eyes locked on the ground. I lifted her chin with my hand her chocolate brown eyes beaming up at me. “You have the most gorgeous eyes.”  The slightest blush appeared on her face as she let out and almost nervous laugh. “Do I make you nervous?” I asked.

“No…” she coughed. “But other than David no guy has ever complemented me in a way that makes me feel nervous.” She shrugged.

“What do you mean?”

“Well guys always say that in fit or the way my body looks, but never just the little things.” She smiled revealing the dimple on her right cheek. I reached up and poked her dimple and she let out a small giggle. “Hey, you wanna ditch this place?” she asked

“Sure.” I smiled. I let her lead me out of the house and into the cool air.

“Do you have a car?”

“Yeup.” I said tossing my keys in the air and catching them again.

“Great.” She said with a smirk. If I thought I was any good with my trademark smirk I was so wrong. I lead us to my car a little ways down the road. “Ah, so that was your car.”

“Yes?” I questioned.

“My dad and I noticed this car fallowing us for like twenty- five minutes; we were starting to wonder if we were being fallowed so we turned off into town.”

“And that was your car?” I said acting like I had no clue.

“My dad’s yes.”

“I see well, M’lady.” I said as I opened the passenger side door.

“Do you use this trick on all the girls?” He laughed taking a seat on the leather seat in my car.

“Only the special ones love.” I winked before closing the door but not before I saw her smile and chuckle lightly to herself. “So where to?” I asked getting into the driver’s side.

 

We drove for about a half an hour till we were just outside of our neighborhood. “Park here.” she said. We were just outside a small park.

“You wanted to leave to come to a park?” I questioned with a hint of humor.

“No.” she said unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the car. I followed her through the park to the bush line. There was a slight hint of a path but not enough for people to see from the park, you had to be pretty close to actually see that there was something there. Darcy pushed through the branches leading the way through the trees. After about five minutes we were clear out of the bush and standing on a little rock cliff. “This is why I wanted to leave.” She said. I looked out at the scene in front of me. Off in the distance you could see the glowing lights from the city. It was beyond beautiful.

“Wah…” was all I could manage to say.

“It’s beautiful.” Darcy said taking a big breath of air before sitting on one of the boulders.

“It’s amazing.” I breathed. “When did you come across this?” I asked

“When I was little, David and I used to come here all the time when he lived closer. We would meet here, if one of us were upset we would come here.” she explained. “I remember when we were fifteen David ran away from home after his parents told him they were splitting up, we all kind of knew it would happen though.” She said. “His parents arranged a search party for him; it was the first time I had seen his parents getting along in ten years. But of course once his mum called my dad I was sure enough he would have ended up here  , and needless to say that’s exactly where he was.” She sighed

“So you and David have known each other for quite some time then I take it.” For some reason I was a bit envious that David had known her for so long.

“Yea, he’s practically my brother.” She chuckled. “He even calls me his little sis’ even though I’m like three months older than him.”

“I used to sit on the roof.” I said after there was a short silence. I sat on the rock Darcy was sitting on, our thighs just touching. “At my old house I used to climb on the roof when my dad and I would argue.” I explained.

“D-do you to argue a lot?” Darcy asked quietly. I looked over at her and noticed she looked down as her fingers.

“We have our moments.” I shrugged. “We can be all good some days, but when he starts pestering me about my future and football, that’s when we argue.”  Darcy nodded. “Do you and your dad argue?” I asked

“No, he’s not home a lot, but don’t get me wrong when he is home we get along pretty well, and we do loads of things together when he’s home.” She stated. “His friend Liam always said his daughter would be spoiled rotten.” She chuckled “I wouldn’t say I was completely spoiled, but I live a decent life.”

“You mean you have never gotten mad at your dad?” I asked surprised.

“No.”

“Never said you hated him?”

“No never.”

“Never ever?”

“No.” she chuckled. “Never ever.”

“Wow…” I said

“You sound surprised?”

“Well I just thought well with you being a teenage girl and all that you might not get along with your dad.” I explained.

“He’s a tough guy, and I give him credit for that, but he’s also a real softy. I don’t know we just get along, when something is bothering us we’ll just go out and solve it alone, we don’t pester each other. Most times he’ll just go and work out in the gym or something like that.” She shrugged

“And what do you do?”

“Me? Well I come here.” she stated simply “Or I’ll go to that dance studio and just let the music take me away.” She sighed.

“Do you enjoy music?” I asked.

“I love music, my father is obviously really into music, so I’ve just grown up with it all.” She shrugged. “He mostly talks about old bands, which is fine because I enjoy the older bands probably more than what we have now.”

I had to agree with her on that one. “Music from the 60’s-80’s has got to be the music of all time.” I suggested and Darcy nodded.

“Well obviously.” She said gesturing to her shirt. I noticed that she never picked up the blazer from the party.

“Aren’t you cold?” I asked.

“No, not really.” She shrugged. “It’s quite nice out.” It was in fact pretty nice out compared to the past few days but there was still a slight breeze that even I could feel through my jumper. “Do you ever just think about what your life would be like if you never met someone, or gone to that special place or if something else happened when you were little, like your parents splitting and you having to live with a certain one?” she asked resting her head on my shoulder.

“I never really thought about that before to be quite honest.” I said putting my arm around her waist and bringing her closer to me. “But I’m sure life would be quite different.”

“I think about it all the time, like if I never lived here I would have never met David who is my best friend and knows everything about me.” She sighed. “But I would like to know what my life would be like if I didn’t live in London.”

“Well you can only choose one life.”

“I think I’ll stick with this life.” She smiled

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this may be the last chapter for a little bit because Exams and Course projects are coming up. but don't worry once it is all over I'll be updating. I'll try and update or at least write during the month of June but don't expect things right away.

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~Mich Xx

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