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?


10. Date

When I reached the dark living room, there stood a very dressed up Harry. Complete with a tux and bow tie. I smiled as I walked over and stood in front of him. He smiled back, and pressed a button on a remote, that made soft music play in the background. He then stepped to the side to it put down, and grab two glasses of wine. He handed me one.

“I thought that since you would rather not go out in public for a date with me, we could have a perfectly nice date, here at home.” He grinned, clinking his glass against mine. We each took a sip. 

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” I agreed, butterflies filling my stomach. He then took my wine glass, setting them both down once more. My whole body frenzied as he closed the space between us. I heard my heart pound faster in my chest, and I was sure he could hear it too.

“I've noticed that you haven't let me touch you much in the last two days. And I understand your distance, but tonight, will you please dance with me?” His eyes sparkled. I nodded, my brain fogging up. He smiled as he took one of my hands in his, and placed his other hand on my waist, pulling me closer. I placed my free hand on the back of his neck. 

We slow danced in the dark room, only lit by the moon that hung outside the window. Harry had definitely gotten better at dancing... He led me around the room, throwing in a few random moves every once and awhile. Mostly, we were just enjoying holding each other so close. We laughed, and smiled, staring into each others eyes. It was brilliant.

We danced for a long while, neither of us wanting to stop, both of us losing track of time. After what felt like too soon we did sit down. Harry took off his jacket, and I took off my shoes. He put on a marathon of romantic movies. We sat on the couch, side by side. I laid my head on his shoulder, sighing in content. A few glasses of wine and a movie later, I fell asleep. Tonight was the most fun I'd had in forever, and we didn't even leave the house... 

I woke to a loud noise, Harry startling awake as well. The thud came again. Then once more, along with a huge crack, and the front door came crashing down.

“What the..” Harry trailed off.

Dan stood in the doorway.

“What is he doing here?” I whispered, mostly to myself.

“I knew it.” Dan mumbled, way to calmly considering what he had just done.

“I hoped that I was wrong...” He continued. “I was hoping that I wouldn't have to do this...” He finished, pulling out a small handgun and looking down at it. I felt my eyes widen with terror.

“Dan. Please. Put the gun down.” I said in a soft voice. In the next second it was pointed at Harry.

"Well shit." Harry mumbled. I couldn't quite tell how he felt by his tone of voice, but he didn't sound scared... I got up slowly off the couch, not taking the time to look at Harry and try to read his expression. I heard Harry stand up also, Dan flinching in response. I motioned for Harry to stand still. He didn't move after that.

“The gun isn't going to solve anything. We can just talk things over. Like adults.” I pleaded walking toward Dan.

“No. He's in the way of you and I.” Dan shook his head.

“If you hurt him, you and I have no chance.” I said. He looked conflicted for a moment.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because people who shoot people, are a little scary to be around.” I answered. Darcy appeared behind Dan, her eyes widened, and filled with tears. Dan was staring at Harry, he was completely unaware of Darcy and my silent exchange.

“Nine One One.” I mouthed. She nodded and slipped into the kitchen.

“Just put the gun away.” I said calmly. He shook his head, but didn't do anything. Darcy came back a minute later with a frying pan in her hands. I stared at her unable to do a thing. She was going to knock Dan out.

“I'm doing this for you, Ariel.” Dan said, turning the safety on the gun off. Right then Darcy hit him, hard, on his head with the frying pan. He pulled the trigger as he fell. The bullet hit Harry in the top part of his leg. I rushed to Harry, not believing what had actually just happened.

“Dad!” Darcy screamed.

“Harry, you gotta talk to me. Stay awake.” I put both my hands over the wound, applying as much pressure as I could to try and slow down the bleeding. He had fallen back onto the couch in an awkward position, grimacing in pain.

“Well, that wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. And hey, did you hear that?! Darcy said 'dad'!” He exclaimed, sounding delighted, despite the circumstances. He gave me a weak smile, sweat and dimples appearing on his face at the same time. 

I could hear the police sirens blaring outside. Thank God. They rushed in with their guns at the ready, but put them away when they saw Dan, passed out face first, on the floor. In a matter of minutes, they had Dan in the police car, then Harry in the back of the ambulance. I rode in the back with Harry, holding his hand, while Darcy rode in the front. We got to the hospital, and he was pulled away from me, rushed into a room that didn't have a window. I held Darcy as she cried into my shoulder, and I let a few tears escape. But I didn't cry much because my daughter shouldn't have to comfort me....

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