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?


15. Healing-Part 3

*I promise this will be the last chapter titled 'Healing' lol*

Hey guys, what are you doing here?” Harry asked.

“We heard that you were in the hospital, so we came over to welcome you home.” Liam answered.

“Nice tux and gown... What exactly were you two doing when you got hurt Harry?” Louis questioned. Harry only laughed.

“Can you guys help me prop the door up?” He asked, not answering Louis' question. Zayn and Niall propped the door against the door frame. It was better than nothing I guess... We all sat down and got settled.

“So what happened?” Niall got straight to the elephant in the room. Harry looked at me, almost as if he was asking if it was okay to tell them. I sighed.

“My fiance didn't like me staying here, so he broke down the door and started waving a gun around.” I said, not able to look at everybody. I was pretending that Harry was the only one I was admitting this too, even though he saw the whole thing first hand.

“He shot you?” Liam asked Harry.

“Yeah... But only in the leg, because Darcy came at him with a frying pan.” Harry grinned.

“Nice job Darc!” Zayn laughed. I heard multiple high-fives. I was still looking down.

“No one here blames you. You can look at them. They're here to comfort you.” Harry whispered in my ear.

“They're here to comfort you.” I mumbled back.

“Do I look like I need comforting?” He whispered again. I looked up at him and he raised his eyebrows at me, then crossed his eyes, making a silly face. I laughed.

“Have you always been such a dork?” I asked.

“Takes one to know one.” He smirked.

“Hey!” I laughed, smacking him lightly on the chest. He caught my hand, holding it over his heart and smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile back, blush rising in my cheeks. I looked up at everyone when I remembered we had company. They were all smirking at Harry and I.

“This gets a little creepy after a while...” I whispered to Harry.

“Little bit...” He mumbled.

“So, do you guys wanna go swimming?” He asked, louder now.

“Yes. A hundred times yes. Your pool is amazing.” Darcy gushed.

“We didn't bring swim trunks...” Louis mumbled.

“Uh, you all keep a pair in your rooms, remember?” Harry said.

“Oh yeah! Sure, swimming sounds fun.” Louis grinned. There were various agreements from the other boys. Darcy jumped up.

“I'll be ready in a couple minutes.” She said, racing up the stairs. I smiled.

“How about you?” Harry asked, looking at me. All the boys had headed off to their rooms.

“I swam a couple days ago, I'm good.” I answered. Harry couldn't swim because of his bandaged leg. I would stay out of the water with him so he didn't get lonely.

“You could sit out by the pool with me in a swimsuit ” He suggested.

“I didn't bring-” I started.

“You can borrow one of mine.” Darcy interrupted me from the bottom of the staircase. She wore a red and white polka dot bikini.

“You let her wear that?” Harry asked in a hushed tone, so that Darcy couldn't hear.

“I've never seen this one in particular before, but generally yes.” I said quietly. Did he not remember what I used to wear?

“Okay. Thanks hon.” I said louder. She grinned.

“Come on.” She motioned for my to follow her.

“Meet you out there Dad.” She called behind her as she bolted up the stairs. I followed quickly behind her.

I hadn't realized just how massive and spectacular her room really was. It looked like it belonged in a castle...

“Here.” She smirked, handing me a small pile of sea green fabric. I went to her enormous bathroom and changed into the bikini. I haven't worn one of those in forever. I still looked good... But... I don't know... I used to be so confident. What happened? I stepped out of the bathroom, my dress in my hands, and a fluffy white towel wrapped around me. Darcy was gone. My bare feet padded against the wood flooring on the way to my room. I put my dress neatly in it's own drawer, then left, running into Harry in the hall. He wore swim trunks, which almost completely covered the bandage wrapped around his leg.. I gawked at him without thinking. He was in better shape than he had been 18 years ago...

“Something wrong?” He asked. I snapped myself out of it, beginning to blush.

“No, no. Uh, you just.. You just look good, in that.” I stuttered. He grinned.

“And you look very good in that towel... Did you borrow one of Darcy's swimsuits?” He asked, sounding confused.

“Yeah... I'm wearing it..” I said.

“Do you not like it?” He asked.

“It's a little, different, for me...” I blushed again.

“Okay...” He said, not understanding but obviously trying to. We walked down to the pool together, where the boys and Darc were already in the water.

“Seriously mom?! A towel?” Darcy exclaimed when we got there, she jumped out of the pool and came over to me. She held her hand out expectantly.

“What?” I asked, not wanting to give up the thing that was making me feel safe.

“The towel please.” She said.

“I don't know if I can go without it...” I murmured.

“You don't know till you try.” She smiled. I sighed, but finally put the towel in her outstretched hand. I felt like I was naked- well, I almost was.

“You have a tattoo??” She exclaimed again, eyeing my foot.

“Two...” I said, a guilty look on my face. I moved the fabric on my hip out of the way to expose my second tattoo.

“I can't believe you hid them from me!” She laughed.

“Sorry.” I sort of shrugged. She laughed again.

“Tell me when you get the next one.” She smirked, turning to get back into the pool. I laughed lightheartedly as I walked over to Harry, who was already sitting beside the pool in a chair. He looked up and saw me approaching.

His eyes widened a bit, barely noticeable, but of course I caught it. His lips parted slightly, letting out a small huff of air, almost like a sigh. It was the same look he had on his face the first time we laid eyes on each other so long ago... I smiled, blushing furiously, and sat down next to him.

“I changed my mind, my best decision was not buying you that dress, it was suggesting that you borrow one of Darcy's swim suits...” He said, like he was proud of himself. “You let her wear this? You shouldn't let her wear this one...” He continued before I could respond.

“Uh, thanks... I haven't worn one of these in a long time...” I smiled sheepishly.

“I'm glad you chose to wear one finally today.” He grinned at me. The color of my face ranged from pink to deep red, but it never 100% returned to it's original color. 

We sat and talked by the pool side, laughing at the boys and Darcy. She was just as silly and weird as they were. The next week and a half was spent relaxing. Healing. I read a few more of the letters when I got away from everyone. The boys came over frequently, and after that week and a half, Harry invited them and their families to stay at his house for a while, for a reunion. The idea stressed me out but I was really looking forward to seeing everyone...

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