Happily

Being the daughter of a famous pop star is never easy. What would make it a thousand times harder is when your supposed "Dad" wont tell you anything about yourself. Who your mom is. Why everyone else in the world knows more about you then you thought you knew. Why your never aloud to go anywhere without someone. And most importantly……why your "Dad" keeps beating you……Join the young ten year Darcy Anne as she finally learns who she really is by taking a stand against the only family shes got. It'll be difficult. But if you badly wanted to know something would you give up? If you read this book of a little girls dramatic life keep this question in your mind……how do you know that you're actually you?

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3. GOODNIGHT!!!!!

"HA!!! WE WIN AGIAN!!!" Me and Louis shouted as we won for the tenth time that night.

"Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. We get it. You're unstoppable." Zayn groaned.

"Ok. Thats the last round. Everyone to bed. You too boys." Gemma ordered everyone in the room.

"Awwwwww. But Gemmaaaaaaa." We all wined.

"No buts. You guys are worse then the girls. Off to bed." She said quickly.

No one dared to question her as we set off to get ready for bed. I went to my "special" bed room that was all fancy dancy so I would run away and the guys went into the basement where all the guest rooms were.

"DARCY?!?!" I heard Gemma shout.

"YEA MOM?!?!" I yelled back

"HARRY'S GONNA PUT YOU TO BED TONIGHT SWEETY!!!!" Gemma yelled from downstairs.

I groaned and quickly got ready for bed and snuggled under the covers.

"Darcy?" I heard Harrys soft voice from outside my door.

"Yea?" I grumbled.

"Can I come in?" He asked quietly.

"I guess." I sighed as he opened the door walking to my and sitting at the end.

"I don't know how to do this." He laughed shakily.

Wow. He's really scared of loosing me. Better try hard da…I mean Harry.

"You just sing a song till I fall asleep." I said in a "duh" kinda voice.

"Oh. Ok. What song should I sing." He asked me timidly.

"Ummmmm. Story Of My Life." I said slowly. Harrys eyes lit up when I said that.

"Oh. Ok." He said smiling. He cleared his throat before starting to sing.

"Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
Seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone" my eyes slowly drooped.

"And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I've been holding on too tight
With nothing in between" my limbs were going to sleep.

"The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life" Harrys hands were running through my hair.

"Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change
Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage
I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon a hill
Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still" I squeezed my eyes close.

"And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The fire beneath my feet is burning bright
The way that I've been holding on so tight
With nothing in between" a tear slipped out my eye.

"The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is frozen
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke inside
The story of my life" Harry wiped away my tears.

"And I'll be waiting for this time to come around
But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds" I opened my eyes and looked at Harry.

"The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time is frozen
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke inside
The story of my life" I smiled lightly and closed my eyes.

"The story of my life
The story of my life
The story of my life" he ended before kissing me on the forehead.

I opened my eyes and watched him walk out.

I laid in bed listening for any noises of life in the house and I didn't hear anything. I quickly and quietly got out of bed and ran into the living room and over to the fire place.

There they are. The two emerald pigeons. Me and dad……we both have emerald eyes so I suppose thats why he got them.

I quickly grabbed the two birds and ran upstairs putting them on the shelf above my bed.

Me and Dad. Me and Daddy forever.

Oh Harry. Please try. Please try hard. I need a daddy. Please.

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