After 18 Years

Darcy Tanner ran away from home on her 18th birthday, in search of her father. A little over 18 years before, her mother- Ariel- found out that she was pregnant with Harry Styles' child. She fled to America, scared to end the career that he enjoyed so much. Now, when Darcy forces Harry and Ariel to reunite will they fall back into love? Will revisiting their youth be painful or the thing that makes them happiest? Will everything be the same again, even after 18 years apart?


8. Cheating

I said nothing in response to Dan. Those pictures got online pretty fast...

“Do you have anything to say about it? Is it true? Are you cheating on me?” Dan demanded.

“No I'm not cheating on you.” I said.

“Prove it.” He spit.

“Just tell him that it was all me.” Harry whispered. I shook my head. I wasn't going to blame it all on Harry.

“How am I supposed to prove something like that?” I asked.

“Come home.” Dan insisted.

“I told you that I had family stuff going on, I can't just fly home then fly back here for no reason! I can't afford that.” I scoffed.

“Then I guess we've got a problem to deal with.” He said darkly, then hung up. I turned my phone off and set it on the side table.

“He's mad. He wants me to come home to prove I'm not cheating” I sighed.

“What are you going to do?” Harry asked.

“I'm not flying home.” I mumbled.

“I guess we'll just wait and see what he does then.” Harry muttered. 

“I don't know. Wouldn't it be better for me to just tell him I don't want to marry him, and end the whole thing?” I asked.

“You could...” He pursed his lips, trying to pretend that the idea of me ending it with Dan wouldn't be the best thing that ever happened. I sighed.

“Later. Not right at this second.” I responded.

“Whatever feels best.” Harry smiled, putting his hand on my knee. I smiled back. Sometimes I forgot why I ever left him. We watched TV for a while, chatting occasionally, then we made lunch. We made spaghetti, and ate at the dining room table. By then it was 3 o'clock. 

After lunch Harry decided that he needed to get something at the grocery store, so he left. I was alone. I didn't know how long I'd be alone, so I went back to that room with the letters. I thought, that since he knew, that I had found the room, he'll be okay with me reading a few more of the letters. It's not like he'd protested to me reading the first one. I had to look around a bit, but I found the envelope that read '1 week'. The paper was turning yellow, and the writing was a little faded. I pulled the letter out, a few of the words were smudged. The thought that that may be because of tears made me feel sick to my stomach.

'Hello Ariel. I haven't been able to find you the past week, and you're not picking up your phone... I'm starting to get really worried. Our wedding is only a month away. I won't hold it against you when you come back, but you could have at least told me where you were going, and why... I feel like I've looked everywhere and tried everything, but I will keep looking. I love you Ariel. I always will. Please come home. -Harry'.

His handwriting was different back then. Fancier almost... I put that one away and dug around some more to try and find week 2, when I came across '5weeks. What should have been our wedding day...'.

Do you really want to open this? I sat there pondering that question for a couple minutes. In the end, I decided that I'd probably end up reading all of them anyway, so why not. The envelope was heavier than all the others. I took the papers out that filled the envelope. Some were magazine clippings, things printed out from online and even a few newspaper clippings. They were things like

'Has Styles lost his marbles?'

'Harry Styles spending excessive amount of time in the gym. Maybe in hope that lost girlfriend will come back?'

'Why was Harry so out-of-it in these interviews??'

'Harry Styles Depressed?!'.

There were maybe 20 to 30 different clippings in there, about Harry after I left. I looked at the letter last.

'Did I do something wrong? Did I make a mistake? Did I not spend enough time with you? Or show enough interest in you? What made you leave? Was it me? Or was it someone else? Who? Were you scared? Because you shouldn't have been scared. I don't care what anyone says, I love you, and I always will. I wouldn't let anything happen to you. I would have married you today... Today was supposed to be the best day of my life. But now, I'm sitting here in the company of 3 empty bottles of beer, with more to come. I'm not proud of that. I've been trying my best not to drink since you left, but today I allowed it. I wish that you could at least answer my questions, so that I would know what happened. So that I would know what to change. I really hope you come back soon. Then we can get married. I can wait. I miss you. I love you. -Harry'.

I stared at the letter after I read it, frozen. No more reading today. I'd had enough. I put the letter and everything back into the envelope, then put it back in the box that I found it in. I left the room, and felt a wave of relief that Harry was not home yet. I don't think I could look at him without breaking down in tears, after what I just read...

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