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?


31. A Friend...

I sat on the couch the next morning, dressed and ready to go. Harry and I were going to drive with the Horans to a fancy Italian restaurant that I couldn't pronounce the name of. They were on their way. Harry was in the kitchen making each of us a cup of tea, and Darcy was in her room, doing her hair. Harry had been the one to tell her that he'd invited Theo over last night. He just grinned when I asked him how the conversation went, so I assume it went well...

Harry's Pov:

“Who's Theo?” Darcy asked, confused. Just one wrong word could screw this all up Styles, be subtle.

“He's Niall's nephew.” I answered, watching her face intently for a reaction, like I do with her mother. Darcy was like me, an open book. English. Ariel was hard, very hard to read. Like a book in a different language. A dead language. While I've been with Ariel, I've learned to read some of it, but I definitely wouldn't call myself an expert.

“So, almost like my cousin?” She tilted her head slightly to the side. Did I really want her thinking of Theo like a cousin? Maybe it would be best to say yes, and let her think of him as family at first. Then, it may grow into something more, because it's not like the two of them are actually related... They both knew that.

“Yes, almost.” I smiled lovingly. I still couldn't believe, that such a beautiful, bright, amazing young girl could have been made by me... I swelled with pride whenever I looked, or even thought about her. My daughter. How I loved that phrase, my daughter, whom I can hug, and love, and take care of, and protect. Magical, really. An answering smile broke out on her face, her dimples appearing with it. Her dimples that mirrored mine. If Theo is as smart as I think he is, he'll be in love at first sight... If not, I've given him too much credit.

“Okay, when did you say he's coming, tomorrow?” She asked.

“Yeah, tomorrow. Your mum and I were going out to lunch with Niall and Aleisha, and Niall thought Theo might like to meet you. His 'uncle' Harry's daughter.” I replied. That made sense right? I think she knew what I meant.

“Okay, sounds fun. How old is he?” She asked.

“He's 19.” I answered without hesitation. By the look on her face, I think she assumed that Theo was 8 or something... Damn! One wrong word!

“He's older than me...” She mumbled.

“Uh, only by a year. I think it'll be fun to have a friend here about the same age as you.” I attempted to make it seem as casual as possible.

“You're just gonna throw us together and leave us in the house, alone?” She questioned, clearly confused. I really wish she hadn't asked how old he was!

“I mean, we assumed you didn't want to come to lunch with us because we were just going to be boring adults. But if you want you could come with...” I winced internally. No! This was not how this conversation was supposed to be going! Her face looked conflicted for a moment, then it cleared up.

“Fine, fine. I'll stay here and hang with Theo.” She finally agreed. Relief flooded me, I knew by the slightly accusing look on her face that she had an idea of what I was trying to do. I wrapped her in a hug before she could speak her suspicions aloud. She felt so small in my arms, my baby.

“Goodnight sweetie.” I whispered.

“Night Dad.” She replied.

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