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?


16. Surprise

The day before everyone arrived Harry had a check up at the hospital, and his stitches were removed. The bullet left an oddly shaped pink scar on his thigh.

“Is it tender?” I asked as I drove us home. We were in that blue Ferrari that Darcy loved.

“Little bit. But not too bad. Now that I'm healed, can we go on a date tonight, a real one?” Harry asked.

“Sure, what were you thinking?” I smiled.

“I had a few ideas, but I thought I'd make them a surprise.” He grinned.

“I should have guessed that.” I said. I wasn't at all shocked that he wouldn't tell me. Just like old times...

“I know! What did you expect?” He laughed. I chuckled. When we got home he gave me a plastic grocery bag. “I feel really weird telling you what to wear to our dates, and this will be the last time I do, but this outfit will sorta complete the whole thing.” He watched my face intently for my reaction.

"No biggie." I took the bag from him and smiled. I didn't mind, he had good taste. I guess that's what the 'Styles' part in his name is for... A giggle burst from my lips at my horrible, silent, joke. Harry gave me a weird look. I shook my head, he didn't want to know.

“I'll come pick you up around 8, I have to go do some arranging.” He grinned, then was soon gone again. I was alone in the house. Darcy had gone shopping with Louis. I expected many many shopping bags when they returned. They were both big shoppers... 

I cleaned up the house so that it would be ready for the boys and their families in the morning. The kitchen was clean, but not done. We didn't have enough food to feed 5 families... I took the credit card that Harry kept in the kitchen for food, and my purse, then drove to the nearest grocery store. I got a little bit of everything, filling up two carts.

I was extremely nervous to meet all the boy's wives and kids... To them, I was just that flighty woman who ran away from Harry, pregnant with our daughter, then had the nerve to come back 18 years later. I was sure that everyone was judging me.

After I got home it took me a long time to put all the food away. I should get up early and make breakfast for everybody... I looked at the clock after sitting there for a few minutes pondering what I should make. It was 7:30pm. I went upstairs to get ready for my date. In the plastic bag Harry had given me, there was a note on top, then a pair of shorts and a shirt. I opened the note first.

'You may not realize why I want you to wear this, but it has significant meaning, and once I take you to our date venue, you'll understand. xx -Harry'

I put the note on my bed and pulled out the clothes. I haven't seen people wear clothes like those in years... There were a pair of yoga shorts, then a black and white Beatles shirt with a V cut out of the neck. I put the clothes on and stared at myself in the mirror. The yoga shorts were really tight. Like volleyball shorts... The shirt was tight as well, and exposed more of my chest than I expected. And the fact that it only went down to just below my belly button. I felt absolutely ridiculous. The things I do for him... I tried harder to remember why the outfit was familiar, but I couldn't quite think of what it reminded me of...

“Perfect.” I heard someone say from the doorway. I looked, and there stood Harry, in very tight black jeans, and a white t-shirt. He wore necklaces that I forgot he owned. His hair was done exactly like he did it in 2013. Then it clicked. At least part of it... We were dressed like we'd gone back in time.

“We're not teenagers anymore.” I laughed, walking awkwardly over to him.

“Can't blame a guy for trying.” He smirked. I followed him down the stairs and to the front door. “Don't laugh.” He muttered before we walked through the front door. Outside, waiting for us, was the same car I bought when I was 17 and had for years after. A sleek, black Volvo. I laughed, despite what Harry had said.

“How did you find one of these?” I asked.

“I know a guy.” He grinned.

“Wow...” I smiled putting my hand on the hood. “My car was my second love.” I laughed.

“What was your first?” Harry asked. 

“You.” I answered without thinking. Then I blushed. He smiled beside me.

“Do you wanna drive?” He offered.

“I don't know where we're going.” I replied.

“I can be navigator.” He said. Harry knew I really wanted to drive.

“Okay with me.” I smiled. He handed me the keys and I got in and started it. He got in the passenger seat. I grinned at him as the engine came to life. It brought back so many memories.

“Where to?” I smirked as I got to the end of the driveway. Harry directed me through the streets of London, and when he told me to park I was skeptical. We were parked in front of an abandoned building...

“Harry. Are you sure we're at the right place?” I questioned.

“Definitely.” He grinned, getting out of the car. I turned the car off, then got out as well.

“Okay, are you going to explain this all to me or what?” I asked, confused. He held out his hand for me to take, and after a moment of hesitation, I did. He opened the door of the abandoned building for me.

“Whoa.” I breathed. It wasn't so abandoned looking on the inside...

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