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)


9. Chapter 9

"Dad?" I asked as I walked into his office. He was still sitting at his desk like he was when I left. Ha looked up at me pulling his glasses off his face. "Darcy thought you should know that a guy named Liam Payne? I think that's who she said it was." I explained rubbing the back of my neck. "Anyways he's in the, err.. Hospital." I finally said. like a chain reaction dad stood and the chair flew back banging into the wall.

"What, why, when?" he asked hurriedly as he picked up his phone and car keys.

"Uh, yea some car accident… I think. And about an hour or so ago."

"Eleanor honey, we need to go to the hospital."

"Why, whats wrong?" she asked frantically

"Li is in the hospital, I need to go see him." Dad said putting his jacket on.

"Hey dad, c-can I come?" I asked. "Harriet and David are there and I want to make sure they are ok."

"Yeah, sure whatever." he said after a bit of hesitation. "Hurry along."

I quickly grabbed my jacket and followed them out the door.

"Um, Liam Payne?" dad asked the lady at the lady at the front desk in the hospital. He was rubbing the back of his neck as he did so. The lady typed on her computer not even looking up.

"Only immediate family can be with Mr. Payne right now."

"I'm practically family, I've known him for years." dad explained.

"Sir, Mr. Payne is in critical condition, no visitors are allowed." I heard the lady say to him. 

"Critical condition!?" He began to shout.

"Sir, you need to take a seat 

I was already sitting in the waiting room on one of those blue plastic chairs. I watched as mum put her hand on his shoulder and he immediately relaxed. It was interesting to see that every time my dad got angry or was frustrated and he was so tense a simple gesture that my mum did like putting her hand on his shoulder, or lightly intertwining her fingers with his would automatically calm him, like she brings him back to reality. She spoke to him an a soft voice, so soft that I couldn't even hear her from where I was sitting. But dad sighed and the two of them made their way over to the waiting room. Not long after they sat down Niall walked in with a girl by his side. My parents were quick to get up to great them.

"Niall I thought you were flying' back to Ireland." I heard dad say.

"We were but we can go home at any time, right now Liam need us." He said.

"Where are the kids?" Dad asked.

"Tey are staying at Mel's parents." Niall said, the Irish in his voice talking him skip the in They its quite weird how he skips the TH sound in some of his words. I made my way over to them and mum put her arm on my back and rubbed it like she was comforting me. Something she did to dad and I when we were worried.

"Mel, its been a while how are you?" dad asked giving the strawberry blonde a hug.

"I've been well, I haven't seen you sense the twins were born." She smiled. What? 

"This is my son Lucas." He introduced me. I smiled and shook her hand.

"It was nice meeting you ma'am." I greeted.

"Call me Mel." she smiled.

"So what's the news on Liam?" Niall asked. Dad shrugged.

"Let me see what ward he is in." Niall said going up to the front desk not long after Niall came back. "We can't go into his room." Niall informed us.

"I could have told you that." Dad mumbled.

"But he is in Section B" Niall explained. "We can go wait there." all of us made out way over to the Section B waiting room. "t'is is why you ask for the ward." Niall bragged as he sat in a cushioned chair with a triumphant smirk on his face. This waiting room was much better than the other. One, this one was smaller; more private, and two it had cushioned chairs and not those blue plastic ones that make your butt numb after fifteen minutes. Mind you, after quite some time any chair will make your butt numb. We all sat there no one saying a word, it was quite awkward really. Just then Darcy walked through door with another girl, thats when it clued in, the lady with Darcy was her dance teacher.

"Danielle." my mum said getting up and giving her a hug. It was so quiet we could hear the little sobs coming from Danielle as she cried on my mum's shoulder. "Shhh." mum soothed "He is going to be ok." She whispered as she rubbed her back. "Danielle, honey." mum said. "Everything is going to be ok." she said and Danielle nodded. Dad stood this time giving Danielle a hug. He didn't say anything to her, just hugged her. I walked over to Darcy who was sat in one of the chairs in the corner of the room with Niall and Mel. I took a seat next to Darcy and placed my hand on her knee.

"How is he?" Niall asked eagerly. Darcy shook her head.

"Dad, Danielle and I haven't been in to see him, we were just sitting out side his room." she explained.

"How is Harold taking this?" Mel asked. Darcy shrugged.

"He hasn't said much sense he got here." Niall got up from his seat.

"Where are you going Niall." Mel asked.

"To get Harold." He said. Mum, Dad and Danielle were sitting in the other corner. Mum was sitting next to Danielle rubbing her back and dad sat across from them, his hand on mum's knee as he leaned over listening to Danielle and mum. Niall left the room and I turned to Darcy who was looking down at the black screen on her phone.

"He said he'd text when he found out." Darcy mumbled.

"It is probably just as hard on David than it is on you." I told her. "Give it time." I said putting my arm around her shoulder, how about we go get some air, yea?" I asked. Darcy nodded and we got up leaving the waiting room. as we walked through the small doorway I noticed Niall down the hallway talking to Darcy's father.

"So why is Danielle here?" I asked once we were outside.

"Liam and her were married she is David's mum." Darcy explained. "They dated off and on for many years and then they finally got married but like I said, they had a bit of a rocky relationship when they were married." Darcy said putting her hands in her pockets. We didn't say much, none of us really knowing what to talk about. It was cold out and I was leaning against the brick wall, I could see my breath so I began to breath out through my mouth absentmindedly watching the smoke like air come out of my mouth when the automatic doors opened and David stepped out. Darcy and I looked over at David without saying a word. it was like he was in a daze, he didn't even notice us as he took out a cigarette and lit it up, took a puff and in one swift movement slammed his fist against the brick wall. Darcy and I glanced at each other before looking back at David he clenched his fist with his other hand, the cigarette still in his mouth. Darcy and I hurried over to David who was sitting on the ground. "Why would you do that?" Darcy asked nealing to the ground.

"Cause I fuckin' wanted to punch a brick wall." David said through clenched teeth. 

"I think you should get that check out mate." I said

"You reckon?" He said sarcastically.

"knock it off you idiot!" Darcy said. "We are trying to help, you don't have to be such a tit."

"Darc, It's fine." I said calmly. "He's got a lot going on."

"That doesn't give him the right to be such a douche." Darcy said

"Lets get you up." I said to David lifting him to his feet. In the little bit of light coming from the hospital I could see the scrapes on Davids knuckles as I inspected his hand. "I don't think its broken, can you move your fingers?" I asked

"Yea." He said unclenching his fist. "But it hurts like a little bitch." He's said

"Guess you didn't punch hard enough." I chuckled. and Darcy hit me upside the head. "Ow!" I scowled rubbing the back of my head.

"Was that hard enough?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest. "Or should I have hit harder?" she said before walking back into the hospital. I looked at David who was trying not to laugh, he shrugged but walked into the hospital.

"I'll meet you in the waiting room, I am going to wash my hand first." David said before walking into the washroom.

I ran and caught up to Darcy. but I didn't say a word, just walked beside her. We walked into the waiting room, you could practically feel the tension as we walked in. "Darcy." Someone said Darcy and I looked in the direction her name was called, her father was sitting with Niall and Mel, he had a blank expression on his face and he motioned for her to come.

"Lucas." my father said, he had the same expression as Darcy's dad, he also motioned for me to come. Darcy and I looked at each other before walking our separate ways. My parents were both still sitting with Danielle. Darcy's dad was sitting with Niall and Mel. I sat down in a seat and no one said a word, the air was quite thick and when David walked in he stopped by the door, taking a look at the separated families before walking over to Darcy's side. I didn't blame him, I mean he knew her longer than he knew me.

"Wheres Zayn?" My dad finally spoke up. Everyone looked up but no one bothered to say anything. "I mean we are all here but did no one call Zayn?" He asked

"He can't make it." Niall said.

"Why?" my dad questioned

"Did you not hear?" Darcy's dad finally spoke up. "Mate, why are you here is the bigger question." He finally said. My dad stayed silent. "You practically abandoned us and now you think that just because one of us is in the hospital that you can just show up now?" He spoke angrily. 

"Daddy." Darcy said just above a whisper.

"No, I can't believe you, you leave and want no contact with any of us then you have the audacity to just show up when its convenient?" he stated raising from his seat. "You didn't even get along that great with Liam, so why do you care?" This time it was my dads turn to stand.

"He my friend to." He said quietly as he ran his hands through his hair and then looked at the ground.

"It's been nineteen years." Darcy's dad said shaking his head. "Nineteen fucking years, just give it up already." he said before walking towards the door. "And Zayn would have been here but he can't, you know why? He's in fucking rehab. You would have known that if you really cared." Harry said walking out of the room. The whole room fell silent, my dad was standing in the middle of the room, his head bowed hands clenched at his side. Darcy and David excused themselves from the room. My dad took a seat in a chair away from everyone as he ran his hands through his hair and over his face before standing on his feet and grabbing his jacket.

"We're leaving." Was all he said.

"Louis, he didn't mean it." Niall tried to reason.

"He meant every damn word, and he's right. I don't deserve to be here, if you see Liam tell him I'm sorry." Was all dad said before leaving the room also. Mum was quick to her feet giving Danielle a hug.

"It'll all be ok." mum reassured her again and Danielle gave a slight nod, Niall put his arm around Danielle. "Lucas lets go." I huffed, picking up my jacket and following my mum out to the vehicle.


"Care to explain?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest. Dad was sitting on the couch and he looked like a mess, his hair was sticking up in all directions.

"Why do I need to explain?" He asked lifting his head, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was blotchy and red all over. "You probably know everything already." 

"I need to hear it from you, and I need the whole story."


"lou, I think its been long enough, Lucas needs to know." Mum said taking a seat next to dad. He ran his hands through his hair once again. "I'm going to leave you boys to is." she whispered. Mum got up and left leaving dad an i both alone, dad took a breath and shook his head clenching his fists as he ran them down his pants. He scratched his jaw before resting his elbows on his knees and burring his face in his hands.

"Fine." I sighed pushing myself off the chair, I figured it was going to be one of those times where he was just going to blow up and tell me it didn't matter, that I didn't need to know.

"2010, I was in a band." He blurted out. "Five of us were formed on an old show called The X-Factor" he said and I sat back down in my seat. he looked at the floor as he spoke. "Me, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Harold." he said shaking his head. "I left home at your age, at first it was just going to be a one time thing, I like to perform for people and i figured why not, I didn't actually think I would make it. Before our first show the five of us were already a huge hit, girls were covering the studio the night of our first performance." he began. He told me the whole story; how they were formed, what place they came in, how they travelled the world and had millions of fans. "Harold introduced me to your mum." He chuckled just the slightest. "I remember, Harold and I had gone back to his home town and he had asked one of his friends if she wanted to come hang out but she had someone visiting her so he told her to bring her along and hats when I met your mother for the first time." He smiled slightly. "We just hit it off from there." he explained. He told me about each of the guys in the band and how they were practically like brothers, he told me that him and Liam didn't always get on with each other because Liam acted too mature for his age and always complained the my dad wasn't taking things seriously.

"Wait, so you weren't always this proper?" I asked

"No." Dad chuckled. "I just always wanted to be a kid, but that changed. In my mid twenties I realized that enough was enough and i had to start growing up. I was getting sick of the way things were going and I new it was time to start my own life. I loved being in the band but I didn't want to be told what to do anymore, I didn't want to be controlled." he said.

"What do you mean?"

My dad sighed running his hands through his hair. "Harold." He began "Harry." he corrected "and I used to be the best of mates, we were really close and we hit it off the moment we met." He said "I told him in the toilets that he was going to be big some day, I even got him to sign a napkin so I had his very first signature before he became famous." he chuckled. "That was before we were in a band together." he said "Things got out of hand with the fans, they had this idea that Harry and I were secretly a couple, and it started to tear Eleanor and I up. She couldn't do anything without the fans saying she was fake, someone that our management had hired to be my girlfriend so that it would supposedly cover up mine and Harry's 'gay' relationship. They even had a name for us Larry Stylinson." He said bitterly. "I hated it so much it tore Harry and I apart, we could no longer just hang out together without people assuming we were in a relationship together, it got to the point where we could no longer hang out alone together, and that every time I was caught with Eleanor fans would make up some excuse by looking at the way we were holding hands or the look on our faces, literally just anything to try and say that I truly didn't love her. and after five years of that bullshit I had finally had enough. I started acting out and not wanting to do things with the boys anymore, Harry called me up one day and I just couldn't take it any more, I yelled at him, told him it was his fault that Eleanor and I were fighting. I told him that I didn't ever want to talk to him again, that I was done and didn't want anything to do with him, I was going to pursue my dream and play footy. And thats exactly what I did, I quit the band and started back at football." He said before lifting his head to look at me. "And here we are now."

I didn't know what to say, I was truly at a loss for words. "Well why? Why are you so angry all the time?"

Dad gave me a look, the look that said Watch it "I guess I never really thought about the long term, the fact that none of the boys would want to have anything to do with me. It was my fault that they could no longer do what they loved. They all had to split up because of me and they hated me for it. The only one who still kept in contact with me was Niall and I even blew him off at first, I think he only tried because thats who he is. Always trying to stay friends."

"So we were in a band…"

"One Direction."

"Right, and now none of them talk to you."

"Besides Niall."

"Ok, well in my opinion, you're best to make it up to them. You need to talk to them."

"I am not speaking with Harold. He made it clear he wanted nothing to do with me." 

"Ok, fine whatever. If you want to act like such a child then do so." I said angrily. Was he seriously going to just Give up on his best friend? "Oh, but if you think this is going to stop me from hanging out with Darcy, you're dead wrong." I said before standing to my feet. "Darcy is my friend and I don't want your bad relationship with her father splitting us up." I said. "Thanks for the talk, you should really think about at least talking to the other guys." I reasoned. "Its getting late and I have footy tomorrow after school, I'm going to bed." I said patting my dad on the shoulder. He had his head buried in his hands. 


"He's got long term memory loss ." I heard Niall say as I walked into the house after practice. 

"So what does that mean?" I heard my dad mumble. I stood outside of my dads office listening to my dad talk to Niall. 

"He doesn't remember anything past five years." the room fell silent.

"So he…"

"I'm sorry mate." more silence.

"Ok." Dad finally spoke.

"Mate you should still see him, maybe he'll remember you."

"There is no use." I could hear something drop on the wooden desk, and a paper crumple. "What about Zayn?" 

"Zany's been away for about half a year." Niall explained.

"And Perrie?"

"They divorced two years ago."

"Damn it" Dad muttered slamming his fist against his desk.

"Zayn got more into drugs and alcohol after the split and we finally managed to convince him to go to rehab." there was more silence.

"Where was he?"

"Him and Parrie moved to Paris a year after we were over and lived there."

"Why the split?"

"Parrie wouldn't take Zayn if he was going to do drugs." Silence fell once again this time for a lot longer

"Its all my fault." I heard my dad say quietly "Isn't it?"

"Well…" Niall said "No, things happen."

"Bullshit, if it wasn't for me Zayn wouldn't be in rehab, Harry wouldn't hate me, and Liam wouldn't be in the hospital. If it wasn't for me we would still be traveling the world, having the time of our lives."

"That is not the case, you did what was best for you at the time. You wanted to save your relationship with El and you did. You raised a fine young man and you should be proud. I'm still here and things will get better."


"Niall…" Dad said "Thank you for being stubborn."



but here you go, wont be an update till possibly february, sorry

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~Mich Xx

(Photo of victor zinck jr AKA Lucas Tomlinson! )


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