Baby Daddy H.S.

Rosie Edwards and her sister Emily, find Eleanor, a good friend on a bad evening in New York City. Thousands of fans crowd them because it's the night of Madison Square Garden. But when Rosie slips, falling into the arms of Mr. Styles himself, could he find her three years later with his child?

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5. Three Years Later

 I had Darcy on my lap as she played with her hair. She resembled her father and at night when I tuck her in, I think of him and when I leave the room, I cry. I feel as if I died a thousand deaths. "Ms. Styles, I'm sorry but, we no longer can give out that sort of information, even if you share blood, many fans have done this, we just can't give you the address." The lady on the phone spoke, giving me straight bull shit, ling right in my face. I hung up and looked at Darcy. Harry  left me for some blonde at a bar because he was drunk. I believed that, but I couldn't bare to hear his worthless apologies. He then became an alcoholic, so I decided when Darcy was a few months old, I was going to keep him away from her until he got his act straight. Well, he never did. We lost all contact after fans kept calling me, so I changed my number many times, as did he. I went to a 1D concert meet and greet with Darcy so he could see her, but they decided to cancel the meet and greet when she was 1 month. I was literally fucked. My sister finally had her baby, a boy named Jeffery, and I was right, her husband left her, so we moved into the penthouse on the very top where she lived with me and the babies had their own rooms, as did we. Sadie became sick, and sadly passed away. So now I was left with El, who rarely gets to see her fiance anymore.

        "Mommy, where are da cookieszz?" Darcy asked. She always adds a z to the end of her words.  "No cookies until you eat your taco." she loved tacos and if I ate hers, she would try to kill me in my sleep, or at lest it seemed like it. "Darcy, get your tutu and flats on, we have to go." She came back with her favorite of many tutus she had, her sparkly pink one that had, you guessed it, One Direction on it. Ugh. "Mommy! Mommy let's go!" she ran out of the door with her oh so adorable curls bouncing on her shoulders. 

 I told her we'd stop at Starbucks so she could get some hot chocolate which I told her was coffee because she insisted that coffee was for big girls and she's a big girl. When I stepped in, I saw my nightmare, my darkest night, my 1000th death, my baby daddy.

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