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?


5. Tattoo

Everything in that room left me in shock, not fear. I could relate... Plus the fact that he loved me that much... That he never loved me less, than the day he asked me to marry him.

“I didn't think it was obsessive looking. It's just crazy that he cares so much.” I said.

“Did you read any of the letters?” Louis asked.

“Just the top one, that must have been from this past week...” I said.

“He started writing those when you left. Every week since. He might ask you to read them while you're here...” Lou said.

“I wouldn't mind...” I said. I really want to know what he did while I was gone. How he reacted.

“I think he's already become a happier person, Ariel. Since you got back. I can see the light returning to his eyes.” He said.

“I didn't mean to affect him that much. I just wanted what was best for him- and the band.” I said. Maybe I made a mistake...

“No matter. You're back now, that's all he ever wanted.” He smiled. We walked to the kitchen together, where the smell of dinner filled the room. As we walked in the timer went off, I hurried to the oven and took the pot out.

“Can you go tell everyone that dinner's ready?” I asked Louis.

“Sure, be right back.” He said. I hummed that song again as I got out plates for everyone.

“Maybe its the way she walked, straight into my heart and stole it. Through the doors and past the guards, just like she already owned it.” Harry sang quietly as he walked up behind me, then leaned on the counter, only a few inches away. He knew the song I was humming.

“I catch myself humming your songs often.” I said.

“I don't blame you, they're catchy. Plus, that one...” He smirked. I chuckled, that song was my favorite, he knew. 

“Dinner smells wonderful.” He grinned, leaving me and walking over to see what it was. “I haven't had this in ages!” He exclaimed happily. Everyone else walked in then.

“Eat as much as you'd like.” I said to them. I sat down at the dining room table and waited for everyone to dish up. I ended up zoning out, and not really paying attention to any of the talking going on around me. I thought to myself that I really should thank Darcy for making me come here. After a minute someone said my name and snapped me out of my daze.

“Are you going to eat?” Harry asked from next to me.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” I scrambled as I got up and put a bit of rice bake on a plate for myself. I ended up not eating much, and just pushing it around on my plate. I waited until everyone was done to clean the dishes. Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Niall all hugged me and Darcy, then went home to their families.

“You should get some sleep Darc. Don't stay up too late on the laptop okay?” I said as I scrubbed a plate.

“Kay mum. I didn't sleep much on the plane anyway. I'll crash sooner or later.” She said. She then left the kitchen and went up to her room. Harry came over and started helping me with the dishes.

“Tell me about the last 18 years. What was Darcy like when she was little, and how did she change as she grew?” He asked. “Then tell me about you.” He added, grinning.

“Her hair was lighter when she was little, like mine, but as she reached her teens, it darkened. At 12-15 she had some serious self confidence issues, because she thought she was overweight, and not pretty, when she was beautiful. But after 15 she started to accept herself. She's always liked listening to music from the late 1900's, early 2000's, the same music you like. Her favorite comfort food is cookie dough ice cream. She has had 3 boyfriends, counting the current one. I wasn't a huge fan of any of them, but she adores this one. His name is Eric.” I rambled on things about Darcy.

“3. 3 boyfriends? Can I meet Eric? Did the last two hurt her?” He asked quickly.

“Harry... It's not like you can do anything to them. Darcy and I handled it just fine. Yes, I'm sure you'll meet Eric though.” I said.

“Boys are bad news Ariel. Especially teenage boys!” Harry scowled at the plate he was drying.

“You would know.” I smirked. Harry's face lightened at that. “At least he's not in a band right? That would mean some serious trouble. And I don't think he has tattoos...” I said, eyeing Harry's arm. He laughed.

“Oh yeah boys in bands are not allowed.” He said. “But hey, the tattoos still look just as good as the day I got them. And I'm sure yours does too” Harry grinned.

“Shh! Darcy doesn't know about that!” I said.

“Really? How do you keep it a secret?” He asked.

“I only have two! The one on my hip I can cover easily, the one on my foot is a little tricky, but I manage.” I answered. I didn't want Darcy to get any tattoos, but she'd have leverage if she knew I had some.

“Wait, you have two? I remember the British flag your foot... but not one on your hip...” He said confused.

“Yeah, you never saw that one...” I said quietly.

"What is it?" He questioned, curious.

"It's just, uh, your name..." I mumbled, barely audible. That took Harry back a step.

“When did you get it?” He replied, seeming too calm considering the subject.

“After I left. I couldn't figure out a way to cope, so I just did it...” I said.

“It took me awhile to find ways to cope.” He said.

“I know.” I said without thinking. I cussed internally.

“What do you mean?” He asked. It took me a few moments to decide how to word my reply.

“After I put dinner in the oven I went to each of the rooms to see what they were, and I came across the one with all the gift boxes, and the letters...” I said hesitantly. His expression flooded with anxiety. 

“But that doesn't freak you out?” He demanded.

“No. Not at all.” I responded quickly. Maybe too quickly... He dried the last dish without saying a word. We put them away silently, and as I was trying to think of a conversation starter he spoke again.

“Thank you.” He said.

“For what?” I asked, surprised by his words. 

“For not freaking out at what I did. And for raising our daughter to be a bright, beautiful young woman.” He answered.

“No big deal.” I said. He smiled warmly. “I'll tell you about me later. I'm going to go to bed.” I said, stifling a yawn.

“I'll walk you up.” He offered. He walked behind me up the stairs. When we got to my room he kissed my hand.

“Goodnight Love.” He whispered, his eyes burning. A jolt of electricity filled my body. I nodded and stumbled into my room. I heard him chuckle behind me. I closed the door and fell into the bed. He had no idea how easy it was going to be for him to make me his again. I fell asleep quickly, which was surprising. I was just too comfortable in his house...

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