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?


29. Shopping

They had some really cute stuff mom, you'll like it there. Can I pick out clothes for you??” Darcy asked, sounding excited now.

“Yeah, your style is way better than mine.” I agreed. Darcy and I had the same body structure, for the most part. Not super skinny, but not fat, or even thick. Muscular, I suppose. She was a bit taller than me, but that was really the only difference. 

“Awesome! Hey, I bet dad's style is way better than both of us.” She laughed. Harry and I each laughed at her terrible joke.

“Now I know where she got her sense of humor from.” I laughed, poking Harry's arm.

“We all know the best qualities come from the dad.” He teased, poking me back, in the stomach, causing me to let out a small giggle. 

“Whatever Styles.” I rolled my eyes.

“You know it's true, Georgia Rose.” He answered.

“What?” Darcy asked, confused. I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle the laugh that escaped my lips.

“I'll explain later.” Harry smirked, eyeing me. He thought my reaction was amusing. What could I say? I was in a good mood. 

“That store.” Darcy suddenly pointed out the window. Harry nodded and parked in a nearby parking spot.

“So dad, it's an all girl store, so you'll just have to sit in a chair and wait for mom and I.” Darcy said already halfway out the car. Harry and I followed her.

“That's fine by me.” He shrugged. Darcy smiled, taking my hand and dragging me through the double doors. Harry laughed as he followed us in. Darcy whirled around the store like a little tornado, grabbing things off racks until she looked like she couldn't carry anymore.

“Here.” She grinned, shoving all the things that were draped over her left arm at me. “These are for you to try on.” Harry followed us silently to the dressing rooms. The whole scene made me remember of when we were dating. I'd have Harry come with me into the handicap dressing room so that he could help me... A small part of me considered asking him to come in with me now, but Darcy was with us and that could create quite the awkward situation.

Harry gave me a cheeky thumbs up as I disappeared into the changing room next to Darcy's. I put on the shirt that sat on top without really acknowledging the action. This must be some kind of joke, I thought as I looked in the mirror. What did Darcy think I was, a hooker??

It was a white tube top that was ripped to shreds from the bottom of my breasts to just above my belly button, it seemed to show every bit of skin possible.

“What the hell...” I hissed to myself.

“Come on mom! We're waiting for your first outfit!” Darcy called from outside my door. I shook my head as I put on the shorts she picked out for me. It was like wearing denim underwear.

“Is the whole pile like this? Do you expect me to dress like a prostitute?” I replied. I heard her giggle.

“Just the first one, but I didn't think you'd actually try it on.” She laughed.

“Let's see it.” I heard Harry's deep voice come from outside the door as well.

“I don't think so.” I shook my head.

“How about you just let me in...” Darcy suggested. I pondered what I should do for a moment, but ended up opening the door just enough to let Darcy in, hiding myself behind it. It wasn't Darcy who slipped in, it was Harry.

“Dammit Darcy!” I whisper-shouted (don't laugh you know what I mean). I heard her go into a laughing fit, now from the dressing room beside mine. Harry smirked down at me.

“I think you'd be a classy prostitute, like for governors and professional athletes...” He teased. I crossed my arms over my stomach trying to cover up as much as I could. He took a hold of my wrists and placed them at my sides. I couldn't make myself reply to him, words refusing to form in my mouth.

“The only reason I wouldn't want you to buy that, would be because I wouldn't want anyone else to be allowed to see you in it.” He whispered, leaning down to leave a lingering kiss on my cheek. I felt my face becoming warmer and warmer.

“I love that I make you blush.” He murmured. Yes, it was a power that Harry and only Harry wielded. 

“You don't even have to try that hard either.” I sighed finally. He chuckled.

“Now give me the shirt and I'll wait outside for you to come show me the next one.” He grinned.

“I'll toss it over the top of the door.” I began reaching for the handle. He put his hand against the door, holding it shut.

“Harry.” I complained.

“Just take it off now and I'll bring it out with me.” He grinned wider.

“Let me open the door...” I protested weakly. He pursed his lips and shook his head. I could see the laughter in his eyes. I sighed in defeat, taking the shirt off quickly and handing it to him.

He left a peck on my lips and whispered “I love you” before slipping back out the door with the skimpy shirt in his hand. The next outfit Darcy had picked for me was a deep blue ruffled tank top, and a pair of white shorts that were a reasonable length. I stepped out of the dressing room, Darcy and Harry stood there waiting. Darcy had on a white t-shirt, grey and white striped shorts and a jean jacket.

“That looks amazing on you mom.” She smiled.

“You look stunning, Darc.” I smiled back. She did a small twirl, then hopped back to the dressing room.

“Beautiful.” Harry smirked from the little couch.

“Thanks.” I flashed a grin at him, then disappeared back into my changing room. Darcy and I tried on clothes for hours while Harry watched. He never seemed to get bored, probably because of how amazingly happy Darcy was. The smile never left her lips.

When she decided she was finished, Darcy had a whole pile of clothes that she'd chosen to buy- out of 5 other piles. So she slimmed it down a bunch... I didn't end up actually buying anything, I just enjoyed watching the delighted look on Darcy's face when she picked out something that looked good on me. Harry and I both helped carry bags, stuffing them into the back of the car. Darcy was busy in her room the rest of the day, putting away clothes, checking the internet constantly for articles about herself. I was so relieved we'd kept her mind off Eric...

“I'd like to introduce Darcy to Theo.” Harry said without warning, we were in the kitchen, standing across from each other. He sounded decided, like the matter was not up for debate. Now, it was my job to pick his brain and figure out exactly why this idea occurred to him...

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