My baby had cancer. Maybe I just died my 1001st death. Maybe this was Darcy getting cut on the glass. If I just didn't go with Louis and Eleanor, if I told Harry no, if I aborted, none of this would have happened. I'm against abortion but if it's best, then maybe it can be stretched. "Darcy, wake up sweetie, were going with daddy tonight." I said hugging her. "I don't wanna get up!" She said rubbing her eyes in the light. I picked her up and walked into the apartment with Harry. "Damn girl, I'm surprised you could afford this, in Times Square New York!" he said and Darcy squirmed, trying to get to him. "Lets put you to bed baby." I said, Harry carrying her to her room. Harry sang to her as she drifted off to sleep. He kissed her goodnight when soft snores could be heard. I stood at the doorway watching him. I smiled and he took my hand, closing her door. We walked down to the living room. Niall and Emily appeared in the front door drunk. Jeffery was with his dad, just so you know.
Harry looked at me and we both laughed just watching them and listening to them slur. Niall eventually fell asleep on the table and Emily went to her room, everyone fast asleep, except for us. "Rosie, we're the only ones up, and they seem pretty knocked out." Harry whispered, rubbing my leg. "I know what I'm doing, I've done it before." he smiled. "Remember the last time you said that? Well, the sleeping beauty in there is the finished product." I said, pointing to the door of her room. "But, it can be arranged." I said and we basically ran down the hallway like little kids in a candy store, just being sure to lock the door.
---------Darcy-----------This is about to get good-------I think you can guess-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My tummy was hurting really bad and my medicine was in the closet. I hopped out of my bed and went to the closet. I reached up but I couldn't grab it. Poo, I need daddy. I hobbled down to my mummy's door (hehe I am laughing my head off as I type this, I am a freak show open the nut job) I tried opening the door but it wouldn't open. Well what the fudge! The boxspring (yes I know what a boxspring is even though I'm three) was freking going crazy, like in five little monkeys, when they were jumping on the bed. My mummy told me not to jump on the bed, but oh look at her now, jumping on the bed! Meanie! I got so irritated so I yelled, "Mummy! You're so mean! I can't jump on the bed but you can? Humph!" The jumping stopped and my mummy was panting. She must have been jumping for a long time! She had her blue robe on when she opened the door. Daddy was in the bed, he must've been jumping to because he was panting and sweaty just like mummy. "You said I can't jump on the bed!" She looked at daddy and shrugged. He nodded his head. "Well, we both thought that it would, um, be fun and we thought that we wouldn't get caught if we were jumping because you were sleeping." She said. "Well my tummy was hurting and I couldn't reach the shelf. So I needed daddy to get it." "Well, um, mommy is going to have to get it because when we were jumping, daddy got really hot so he took his clothes off." She said. "Eeeeewwww!" I screamed and ran down the hallway. "Harry, get some clothes on, apparently curly needs some medicine." mummy told daddy. He got me medicine and put me back to sleep. And of course, they started jumping again. From me to you mummy: Stop jumping on the freaking bed or else I will sleep with you until you stop!