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There are a few times I have been caught sneaking in at concerts. I was caught two times trying to sneak into where One Direction’s tour bus and equipment busses were parked last year. They had a separate parking from the rest of the people but that didn’t stop me from taking a glance at them. I also almost got arrested for fighting with a police officer that was trying to kick me out of a One Direction concert, which took place a few months ago in LA.  

I have been caught doing crazy things in my life just to get a glimpse of my idols a lot of times before. I’m actually used to it, I’m pretty sure some of the boys’ bodyguards will recognize me if they see me again. It’s not even a big deal anymore, say Paul Higgins catches me loitering around the hotel, I’d be able to come up with a lie on the spot and most likely get away with it. But getting caught by Harry Styles himself is a different case. 

See, this can go in two different directions. A good one and a bad one, both will change my whole life. First the good direction, Harry will think I’m just a passionate fan who is trying really hard just to meet him and be moved by my actions, then fall in love with me and he will take me on tour with him because he cannot bear the thought of waiting six months just to be with me after touring. We live happily ever after.

Or this goes in the second direction, which is the bad one. He calls the cops to report a stalker who is trying to break into his hotel room for a piece of clothing, preferably a used one, and tweet about a psycho stalking him and mentions me and then I will get a lot of hate and twitter will suspend my account. And then my parents hear about this, so they decide to disown me. 

"This is not what it looks like!" I blurted out. Harry stares at me with a blank look. He’s probably used to girls trying to break into his hotel rooms. "You see, what happened was.." I paused, thinking of a way to get out of the situation. 

Shit, I can’t come up with anything. I should just come clean now. Fuck. “Okay, so maybe this is really what it looks like. I was trying to break into your room.”

"Should I call security?" He asked, a crease forming between his eyebrows. "No! Please, no! God, no!" I begged, "I’m so sorry for trying to break in, I just love you so much and I really wanted to get a piece of clothing that you’ve worn. I’m so sorry if that sounds weird. I also wanted to apologize for high fiving your dick, I swear I meant well but it just happened that way. Don’t call your body guards!" I raised my hand to cover my mouth, preventing myself from blurting out anymore ridiculous things. 

Harry looked at me for a moment. He looked serious and worried. I thought he was going to call for security but felt relieved when he smiled. I was still worried but his smile just calmed my whole system down.

Jesus, this is actually happening. Harry Styles is standing right in front of me. And he’s smiling! “Well, come on in. I might have a shirt that I can give you.” He walked into the room and I followed. Harry started going through his luggage when he gestured for me to sit on his bed.

This is it. The reason for my birth has finally lead to this moment. I am actually sat on Harry Style’s bed. I am really breathing the same air as him. But, wait. Holy crap. What if he thinks I’m here because I want to have sex with him?! Fuck, I didn’t even shave my legs! Shit, I’ve never even had sex before! “I’m a virgin!”  

Harry halted from searching through his bags. I was confused as to why he suddenly stopped but then immediately realized that I had just stated my virginity out loud. “Okay. I’m sure your parents are proud.” He spoke, holding himself back from laughing at my stupidity. 

"Gosh, I’m sorry. I’m usually not this dumb. I can be cool sometimes, I swear." Who even on earth would try to explain themselves about being cool?! Damn it. My dream of looking cool in front of Harry Styles has vanished. Harry smiled, "Here" he handed me a dark grey shirt and I held it up to see which shirt it was. 

HIPSTA PLEASE

"I haven’t worn that in awhile, but it’s clean." I didn’t know how to express what I was feeling because I was so excited and thankful for the shirt and his kindness but at the same time, I still wanted a used shirt. But, who am I to be picky? Holy shit, Harry Styles gave me one of his shirts! 

I pushed myself forward, throwing myself into Harry’s hard chest and he was nice enough to wrap his arms around me in return. “Thank you so much! I will cherish this forever, oh my god. I’ve always wanted to sleep in one of your shirts.” I mentally knee-kicked myself. How many more crazy things am I going to say?! 

"I’m pleased to know, thank you for your love and support. Have you eaten yet?" He asked, gently letting go of me. I shook my head to indicate, no. "I haven’t, my best friend and I have been sneaking around the hotel to get to you." Right! I need to call her. 

"Well, I was on my way to meet a friend for dinner but something came up. Would you and your friend like to join m-"

"YES! Yes, I do. We do. God, sweet lord, yes." I frantically answered before he even finished his sentence. Harry smiled and patiently waited while I was calling Mitchie. 

Mitchie was very thrilled when I told her what had happened and what was going to happen. She agreed to meet Harry and I at the lobby instead of going up to Harry’s room because she had been caught right before she could even say hi to Zayn. 

I followed Harry into the elevator and tried to mask the beating of my hear that could be heard from a mile away by starting a small talk, which I of course messed up by stuttering. “So, how is the album going so far?”

Harry turned to face and looked me straight in the eyes while explaining, “It’s going well, some of the songs that we will be recording are written by me.” He smiled excitedly, he looked genuinely happy causing my knees to go weak but I held on. I love the way he spoke to me.

In the few moments that we were in the elevator alone, he gave me his full attention while watching my lips as I talked. He even ignored his phone when it rang because I was still talking about how I almost got arrested at one of The 1975’s shows. I of course left out the part where I almost got arrested at one of their shows as well.

Harry and I continued fangirling about The 1975 until we stepped out of the elevator. I thanked him for tweeting about them because he’s the reason why I basically got addicted to the 1975. A high-pitched scream cut off our conversation. Some of the fans were inside the lobby along with what looked like their parents. Never mess with fangirling parents, they’re the real deal.

Mitchie emerged from the small crowd and made her way towards Harry and I. This act made the other fans think that it was okay to mob Harry, pushing Mitchie and I to the side. “Wait! Stop! Harry!” I screamed while tripping and falling face flat on the floor. Damn it.

The mob became out of control and the security arrived to get Harry. He can’t leave! We were supposed to have dinner together! Shit, he doesn’t even know my name yet! Fuck! 

Harry looked over his shoulder while being escorted back into the elevator, “Sorry!” he mouthed. “Harry, wait! My name!” I yelled, I really want him to remember my name. “My name is-“, the elevator doors closed, “Joelle.” I spoke just above a whisper.

Defeated, Mitchie and I headed out of the hotel and walked our way to the closest, cheapest Inn we could find. Every place we went to was all fully booked but one of the Inns about three blocks from where the boys were staying at had exactly one room left. It wasn’t really a very beautiful room but it’ll have to do so we rented it out for the week.

We were starving. I was really looking forward to that dinner with Harry. Sighing out loud, I reached for the old-fashioned phone that was sitting on the bedside table and called in for room service. We were about to have pizza instead of a maybe-fancy dinner date with Harry. Damn it. 

Mitchie and I collapsed on our own beds, both letting exhaustion take over us. I clutched against my chest Harry’s shirt. This will forever be cherished. “Today was exhausting, Mitch. At least something actually happened.” I smiled. I was happy, genuinely happy. 

It’s simple and might even sound stupid because the reason of my happiness at the moment is being able to interact with band members who I basically worship and I know that they are most likely bound to forget whatever happened today but to me, I will honestly think about those few seconds of interaction with them for a long time. That’s the sad truth about being a supporter. They’re basically everything to me but to them I’m just another fan.

"Hipsta Please?" I heard Mitchie mumble causing my head to tilt towards her direction. "What?" I asked. "Harry tweeted something incomprehensible again," she spoke while going through her phone. 

Holy shit, he did not tweet about the shirt, did he?! In a matter of seconds I managed to leap across the room to Mitchie’s bed and snatched the phone from her hand. “Give me that!” I yelled while she cried in pain due to my elbow hitting her rib. 

@harry_styles: Hipsta Please: Rain check for now, name later.

No he didn't exactly tweeted about the shirt, he's tweeting about me! No, he's tweeting to set up another dinner date? Holy fucking hell! No, I cannot get ahead of myself. This tweet could be for somebody else. He probably forgot about me already. Before I could even think of different scenarios that were building up in my head, another tweet from Harry appeared on Mitchie’s timeline.

@harry_styles: My fellow the 1975 fanatic, let’s speak again soon.

Plain and Average on Wednesday, 8pm! (PST) This one will be a MATURE fanfic, thought I should let you know. E L James, the author of the Fifty Shades Trilogy inspired me. If you're not comfortable with it, tell me. Warnings: *Sexual Content. *Very strong language.

Taylor's POV.

After a long night of explaining why Harry couldn't come home with us last night, Darcy finally fell asleep with a smile on her face because I promised her, Harry would be at the announcement tonight. He promised he'll be there.. if he fuck up, I don't know what I'll do. The one thing I would never want to happen is to see my daughter get hurt because of him.. I just don't want to see her get hurt in general.

I took a deep breath in and prepared myself mentally for the announcement. I'm in one of the luxurious rooms of The Somers Hotel. Dad's holding the party here and I heard everything's set up. Mom arrived earlier but I still haven't seen her because I'm still not prepared for this whole thing. Drew and Darcy are both in his room, playing dolls. I told them I needed some time alone and they're both ready anyways so everyone's okay now.. except for me.

Still not sure if I'm doing the right thing here.

Am I even ready for this? Well, clearly not. But I have to do this.. I can't hide forever. Darcy deserves a better life. Better than hiding. I guess it's true, you'd do anything for your kid. I'd go to hell and back for her, that's for sure.

"Ey bitch, you ready?" Drew's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly straightened out my black and white cocktail dress and turned around to face him. I sighed and nodded my head, "Yes."

"Well, then.. the fuck are you still doing here? Lhesss go! Move, move, move!" He said clapping his hands together at the last part. My head whipped in his direction and I snapped, "Don't clam yo' hands at me."

He raised his eyebrows, "Oh no you didn't."

"Uh, yes I did."

"You shouldn't have said that because now, Drew the bitch is even sassier." He exclaimed, his pointer finger sticking out. "Whatever. Where's Darcy?" I asked as I made my way towards the bed to pick up my purse. "With her grandma."

Drew sat down on the bed, watching my every move. I stopped and closed my eyes for a minute, "What about Harry? Where is he?" The party starts in 30 minutes and I don't think he's here yet. Darcy's been bugging me about him ever since she woke up. Harry didn't even bother to text me. I mean, if he's gonna be late.. he should at least send me a message or something.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Don't know." I let out a frustrated sigh and collapsed on the bed. This is going to be the longest 2 weeks of my life. You see that? It's basically Day 1 of trying to be a family and he's already doing pretty shit.

I also invited the rest of One Direction and Danielle. They all wanted to meet Darcy. Especially, Danielle. She's been DMing me on twitter about how bad she wants to meet Darcy. Louis still hasn't spoken to me but I'm glad he's coming tonight. He's still mad.. I mean, he's got the right to be. I mean, we were kind of best friends and he liked me before. So, he feels pretty shit too about the whole fake death scheme, I'm pretty sure.

Eleanor's coming too.

I think half of the UK's coming. Dad's been busy planning this whole party for our "come back." The TV people are getting ready as we speak. "Ugh! Get up! You're ruining your dress!" Drew scolded, pulling me up from the bed.

He grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, "We can do this. We're in this together, aight? I helped you hide, I'm gonna help you reveal the truth."

I nodded my head and he groaned when he saw tears forming, "Don't you dare cry!" he warned, "I will cut you." He threatened, his eyes are already filled with his own tears. "Bitch, now you makin' me cry."

We both laughed and hugged each other. He wiped my tears away and shook his head, "We shouldn't be crying. Now go. Everyone's waiting for you." He smiled and lead me out of the room.

My knees felt weak but I kept on walking 'til we came to meet my dad and mom with Darcy at the back of the mini stage where nobody was allowed but the Somers and friends. As soon as we walked in, Darcy ran up to me and I gave her a tight hug. I greeted my mother and father but I didn't talk that much. 

Mom and dad were talking to me about what they wanna do with Drew and I's hotel in Madrid but I wasn't really paying any attention. All I was thinking about was Harry. He's still nowhere to be found! Drew said the rest of One Direction's here with Danielle and Eleanor.

Where the hell is Harry?

"Honey? Honey!" My mom shook me back to reality. "Yeah?"

"Are you ready? Your dad's about to tell the people outside. Come here.." She fixed my make up and added some color to my now pale lips. My whole body began shaking and Darcy was looking up to me with her eyebrows furrowed. I shot her a sweet smile, letting her now everything's alright. I took her hand and Drew placed a hand on the small of my back. "Y'all ready?"

Not really but I nodded.

We all can hear dad's voice booming through out the whole venue. It made my heart race. I closed my eyes and waited for him to tell the truth.

"Thank you all for coming tonight. My wife and I appreciate you all for showing up." He paused for a minute and then spoke again, " Now, you all know my daughter, Taylor Styles." The crowd answered with, "May she rest in peace."

My stomach twitched and my hands became clammy. Darcy held onto me and I gave her tiny hand a little squeeze letting her know, everything's okay. Dad cleared her throat and spoke again, "After 5 years of mourning.." I held my breath, hoping this was just a dream.

But even in my dreams, Harry is still missing in action.

"We found out that she's alive."

I heard gasps and murmurs. It took my dad a minute or two get their attention again, "Taylor Styles and her daughter are both safe and alive." I heard camera shutters and I just wanted to break down but I couldn't. I need to do this.  Questions from different directions were thrown, my mom and dad were doing all they can to hush everyone. Moments later the noise died down, "Our daughter will be glad to face all of you and answer some of your questions."

I felt a hand on my back, pushing me forward to go on stage. I was about to step out when I realized, Darcy was still holding my hand. "Wait!" I stopped on my tracks and turned to face Andrew. "I don't want my daughter's face to be all over the mags and telly, she-"

"I understand." Drew gave me a smile and took Darcy from me. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out to be faced by strangers taking pictures of me and asking different questions. My parents stepped aside and gave me the mic. I was about to greet them all but they won't stop asking questions.

"What happened, Ms. Taylor?"

"What's the reason you didn't show up for five years?"

"Where's your daughter?"

"Did you hide on purpose?"

"Where did you hide?"

"Did you fake your death?"

"Are you and Harry still married?"

I couldn't speak. I wanted Harry to be by my side.. to help me answer these questions but no.. once again, he hurt me. And not just me! Darcy! He said he'll be here for our daughter.. but no, where the hell is he? "I-uh.." I stuttered. My eyes landed on a group of people.

Danielle and Eleanor with the rest of One Direction.

They all gave me a reassuring smile and motioned for me to speak up. I cleared my throat, trying to focus on the people asking questions. "I- I can't" Before I could even say that I really can't do this, I felt a hand on the small of my back. I turned my head to see Harry, he smiled down at me and took the mic from my hand. "Sorry, I'm late."

He flashed the crowd his famous smile and I heard some girls breathing heavily, some girls were fake fainting. I couldn't take my eyes off of him tho, I smiled and said, "You came."

"Told you, I'll be with you and help you with this."

Suddenly, the questions about my fake death were gone in a blink of an eye. Questions about Harry and I were coming from all directions and the security had to calm the people down.

Harry kept his cool on and handled everything for me. "First of all, I would like to thank all of you for coming. We're glad to announce that my wife and daughter are both safe.. alive. There are some things that we can't really tell you about but we're glad to say that everything's fine now."

"Are you still together?"

Our eyes met for a second and he turned his head to speak again. I'm not gonna lie.. I still want to be with him. No matter how bad I hated him.. I just can't forget about him. About my feelings for him.

"Yes." He simply said.

This is all just for Darcy, that's all. Only for our daughter.

"Are you all living together? When are we going to meet World's luckiest child?"

"Actually, we are moving back into our old house tonight." Harry announced. I gave him a confused look, "We are?"

"Yes, babe. We are." He turned to face the crowd again, "And soon enough, you'll meet our daughter." He smiled, pulling me close to him. The crowd, "awwed" and I couldn't help but blush. "It's like they just got married!" Somebody cooed.

"Are you both still in love with each other?"

My heart stopped for a moment. Do I lie or just kill myself now? Wait.. I'm not going to lie. I can't lie.. I really am in love with him, still. I don't know about him. "Yes." Harry and I said in unison.

Our eyes locked and I wanted to tell him, "I hope you mean it." but I couldn't! I'm chicken. I'm a fucking chicken.. who's pretending to be tough. "We are very much in love." Harry said. "I love her." He said, looking straight into my eyes.

The crowd "awwed" and gave us a round of applause. "Thank you all very much, that's it for to-"

"Kiss!!"

"Yeah! Kiss!!!"

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!" The crowd chanted.

"I- we don-" I was cut off by his lips.

The feelings.. everything came back with just a simple kiss. I'm deeply in love with him all over again. We pulled away and the crowd went wild. Harry lead me backstage, his hand resting on the small of my back.

"Mummy! Daddy!" Darcy beamed, running up to us. Harry and I got down on her level and she wrapped her tiny arms around our necks. We ended up group hugging, seconds later more people joined us.

Drew, the rest of 1D, Danielle, and Eleanor.

"We're glad to have you back." Louis finally said. We all pulled apart and I faced Louis, "Sorry and thank you." I engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

Somebody cleared their throat and we pulled away, "Uh.. well, Guys. This is Darcy, Harry and I's daughter."

Darcy hid behind her father's legs and everyone "awwed" at her. "She's so cute!" Danielle expressed, squeezing Liam's hand at the same time.

Harry took Darcy in his arms and introduced her properly to everyone. She gave Louis and Niall high fives, Danielle asked for a kiss, Liam kissed her cheek, and Zayn got a kiss on the cheek. Eleanor gave her a hug. I was pulled away from the crowd by my parents.

Dad was about to talk but I cut him off, "I really don't want to talk right now, Dad. I need to go home because apparently.. we're moving back to our old house."

I didn't wait for him to talk, I kissed him on the cheek and gave mom a hug. I told everyone how exhausted I am so they said we'll just catch up tomorrow. Harry pulled me aside and stared at me. "Stop that."

He rolled his eyes and said, "You're coming home with me."

"What if I don't want to?"

"We're still married, so you're meant to live with me. I don't care if you're dating some Spaniard punk, You're mine." He stopped mid sentence to rephrase what he just said, "I mean, you're still my wife."

"Yeah, well.. I don't care if you're dating some bitch. Maybe that's why you were late. You met up with some slut." I hissed at him, trying to not get Darcy's attention. "You're jealous." He accused.

I gasped, "I am not!"

"Sure, whatever. You're coming home with me. I was late because I had to check our old house and paid some people to clean everything. I also bought some toys for Darcy. Everything's set."

That made my heart swell. I couldn't argue no more, I just nodded. "I'm driving. Let's go and pretend to be happy."  He took my hand in his and intertwined them. He pulled me towards the rest of the guys, "Let's go sweetie, we're going home!" Harry cheered.

Darcy's eyes widened, "You're coming with us?" Harry nodded and Darcy jumped up to hug his dad. I let out a soft laugh. We all said our goodbyes, Drew gave me a look but he told me he'll send our stuff tomorrow morning.

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Darcy fell asleep on our way here, Harry tucked her in her bed. She's got a princess themed bedroom. Very pink. Harry probably asked Eleanor because Darcy's room is full of her favorite things.

I sneakily tip toed back to our room. Watching Harry tuck in Darcy is a bit creepy, I think. I made it in our room without being caught. Yes, our room. We're sharing a bed because we don't want Darcy asking why her parents aren't sleeping in the same bed.

"Fuck." I cussed out loud without even thinking that I have a sleeping daughter 2 doors down. I don't have any spare clothes and this dress ain't comfortable to sleep in.

"You do know Darcy's 2 doors down from us, right?"

I rolled my eyes and turned to see Harry removing his clothes already. My eyes landed on his toned abs.. so that's what I missed.

"Like what you see?" He smirked. I quickly closed my mouth, I didn't even noticed it was open. shit. "Uh.." I tore my eyes from his abs and stared at the bed, "So, Darcy's asleep, yeah?"

"Yeah, I thought you already know that. You were watching us." He stated, by now.. his clothes were thrown on the floor. Same old, Harry. He was only wearing his calvin klein boxers and I immediately took my eyes off of him. I felt my face getting red so I changed the subject. "I don't have any cloth-"

"You can borrow some of my stuff." He said, walking towards his closet and grabbing an over sized V-neck. "Do you want a pair of boxers?" He asked. I shook my head, "Nah, I'm wearing panties." He smirked again.

"You know what? A pair of boxers' actually a good idea."

He handed me the clothes and plopped down on the bed. I went to change in the en suite and removed my make up and brushed my teeth. The door swung open when I was about to get out. "Ever heard of knocking?"

"I was hoping to see you naked." He grinned, I rolled my eyes and brushed past him. "Just kidding, I need to brush my teeth!" He called back. I unclasped my bra and tossed it on the love seat about six feet away from our bed, completely ignoring him.

I slid under the duvet and laid on my left side. I was trying to fall asleep when I felt the other side of the bed sunk down. My body was close to the very edge, just one move and I'll be falling on the floor face flat.

"I'm not going to rape you, you're going to fall if you sleep like that." Harry's voice cracked, it's deep and it's turning me on. This is not right at all. "You know what." I sat up, "I'm going to sleep on the-"

He sighed, "Please, don't make this LA all over again." I turned my body to face him, he was lying on his back with his eyes wide open. "Okay." I said, lying back down.

I saw him turn to face me in the corner of my eye. He just laid there staring at me and it's making me feel uncomfortable. I sighed and rolled onto my side to meet his gaze. We just stared into each others eyes, not talking or blinking.

I was about to turn my back on him when he spoke, "I'm sorry." What? The last time I checked, I was the one who hid for five years. Why is he apologizing now? "I'm sorry for cheating on you. I never meant to hurt you, you know I loved you so much Taylor. I'm so sorry." He left me speechless.

I knew he was sorry but for him to bring it up now? Wow. Something inside me pushed me to jump on him and kiss him but my mind was saying, no. This is all just for Darcy.. but this time my heart spoke and for the first time in years, I followed it.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately. He seemed shock for a moment but kissed me back seconds later. His hands found my waist and pulled me on top of him without breaking the kiss. My knees were on either side of him, I was straddling him. I deepened the kiss as his hand slid under my shirt to caress my back.

My skin was on fire, electric current running through me with every touch. Our tongues began to battle. He jerked his hips forward so I could feel his erection that's hardening underneath his boxers. With one swift motion, he flipped me over and hovered over me. He crashed his lips onto mine again and began tracing hungry kisses on my jawline and neck, sucking on my sweet spot. A moan escaped my lips when he found it.

I grabbed a fistful of his curls and pulled him closer to me, kissing him desperately. I wanted every inch of him, I just want to touch all of him. I need him. We pulled away for a moment to breathe but his lips landed on my neck, "Uh, Harry." I moaned, arching my back and squeezing my eyes shut. I just wanted to feel his touch. I wanted to remember everything. 

Harry's fingers ran down my sides, shocking me with every twirl he traced. Our mouths smashed together as he slid his hand underneath my shirt and began kneading my left boob. "I'm so glad you aren't wearing any bra right now." He growled.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for another hungry kiss. 

He was kissing me eagerly and my desire for him to be in me's increasing by the second. He pulled away to look in my eyes and said, "I've missed you." With that he placed his lips on top mine again. I felt his hand, sliding down my stomach but he stopped before he could even touch me. I knew he was teasing me so I grabbed his hand and shoved it inside my panties. He smirked and just when he was about to touch my clit the door swung open. 

I gasped and pushed Harry off of me. "Mummy?"

"Oh my god" I sat up, straightening out my shirt. Harry landed on the other side of the bed, "I'm going to hell." I mumbled. I felt my face turning red and Harry laughed at me. I sneakily smack his arm and he groaned.

"Mummy.. what are you doing?" She asked innocently,  looking at me then at Harry. "Uh.." shit, think of something Taylor! I glared at Harry because he just laid there smiling like an idiot. 

"We were .. just.. playing." I pathetically said, Harry burst out in laughter and I felt smokes coming out of my ears. Darcy walked towards us and began climbing up on the bed and sliding inside the duvet between Harry and I. "I had a bad dream.." She said, tears forming in her eyes. 

"Oh sweetie." I cooed, wrapping my arms around her. Harry gave her a kiss and we all snuggled up. After calming her down, she finally fell asleep again. Harry silently sniggered, "Playing." 

I reached over Darcy and smacked his arm.

TRAILER

Drew's POV.

I grabbed Taylor from Harry and dragged her back to the Guest Room. I yelled a quick, "Sorry, She's fucked." to Harry and his company before disappearing inside the room.

"You dumb bitch!" I sat her down on the bed, Danielle probably went out to check up on Liam. She groaned and completely collapsed on the bed. "Bitch, you ruined your dad's plan!" I accused. I don't think anyone noticed, tho. I mean, everyone out there was pretty fucked. Hopefully, nobody was sober enough to take a picture or worse.. a video.

So basically, Taylor just went up to Harry and kissed him. She told the bitch she's Harry's wife.. which is true but knowing that she hid from him for 5 years, she is not in a very ideal position right now. And what if Mr. S hears about this? Shit might go down.. but then again, Taylor is old enough to take bullshit from her parents.

I began pacing back and forth, thinking of what to do next. Should we just crash here or pick Darcy from Lucy? "Fuck." I cussed out loud. The door swung open and I snapped, "Ever heard of knocking?" before looking up to see who it was.

"Oh."

Harry.

"Where is she?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. "Are you blind or something? Can you not see the bitch asleep on the damn bed?" He rolled his eyes and sat next to Taylor. "Give us a minute, please?"

I shook my head no, "She's passed out, Harry. She might do something stupid again if you wake her up." He sighed. "Just a minute, Andrew. Please." I thought about it for a minute. Maybe if I let them talk, they'll work things out. And if Taylor does some stupid shit, she won't remember it in the morning.

Okay.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes and went out of the room.

Good lord, guide my bitch.

Taylor's POV.

Light.

Why is it so fucking bright?!

I groaned out loud, covering my face with a pillow. For some weird reason, this damn pillow does not smell like me. Or Drew's flat.. it smells alien to me. Slowly, I opened my eyes to be blinded by the light that's coming from the wide opened window.

I finally came to my senses and almost screamed when I felt a body next to me. I sat up straight and inspected the place... it look's like a guy designed it. Wait.

Zayn's guest room!

Shit, did I sleep with him? Oh lord.

I took a deep breath and turned my head to see a mop of curls.

Curls.

I let out a loud scream and he sat up, frightened and bewildered by my shriek. I looked down my body and a wave of relief washed over me when I saw my clothes from last night.  I ain't naked. We're good.

But this is NOT okay. He's engaged! I'm pretty sure sleeping next to him is wrong too. Even though we didn't do anything. I am going to hell. This is not okay at all. Drew! That bitch, where the hell is he?! He should've taken me back home or something.

"What happened?!" He panicked.

"Why are you asking me that?! You're not supposed to be here! Why are you here? oh my god, Darcy!" I stood up and began looking for my purse. I just realized how much my head hurts when my feet hit the carpet. Harry sighed, watching me as I look for my purse.

"Don't just stand there! Help me find my purse!"

Muttering profanities under my breath as I look for my purse, I heard him sigh. I look up to see him tossing my chanel bag on the bed and then picking up a glass of water and an advil bottle.

He looked me straight in the eyes and handed me the water and medicine, "Drink that. You'll feel better."

Let's cut the bullshit for a moment here.. that was so sweet of him. It made my heart melt. I thanked him and downed the water and advil. "I should go." I said as I pick up my purse that's sitting on the bed. "I need to pick up Darcy from Dad's and yeah.."

He straightened out his shirt and put on his beanie while I struggled with my shoes. Stupid heels. "We need to talk, Taylor." Of course. I sighed, "We do but I really need to see my daugh-"

"Our daughter." he interjected.

Our eyes met for a moment and I nodded, "Our daughter. Yeah.. I need to-"

"I'll drive you. Drew left with your car last night and no he wasn't drunk. He was sober." He explained, I nodded my head and agreed to him. This aint bad.. I mean we do need to talk. Maybe we can talk in the car. You know, a proper talk.. without the screaming and all.

The car ride was quite. Dead quite, actually. It was irritating me for no reason at all so, I spoke. "Harry, I don't know why we slept.. next to each other last night but I don't want any trouble. So, let's just.. forget about it."

He chuckled, "You've been in trouble since the day you left and then came back five years later." He said coldly, "Anyway.. you don't really remember anything from last night?" He asked, his eyes focused on the road.

I shook my head, no. Then I realized he can't see me so I said, "No... but I remember having a good time with Danielle and Drew inside Zayn's guest room. That's all." I explained.

"Well, you did a lot of things."

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned my head to look at him. His dimples were showing and that made my stomach twirl even more. I totally did something stupid last night. "Like.. what?" I quizzed him.

He smirked and completely ignored my question. "We're here!" He announced. We pulled up in front of Dad's house and he unbuckled his seat belt, hopping out of the car leaving me completely irritated. "Fuck!" I cussed out loud, following him outside.

This is the first time I'm seeing Lucy ever since we came back. Drew dropped Darcy off here and so I had no chance to say Hi at all. Harry waited for me before he rang the door bell. We stood there awkwardly, waiting for Lucy to open the door.

"Seriously, Harry. What the hell did I do last night?" I asked him, sounding stern. He looked me in the eyes and stared at me for a moment and then he smirked. He shook his head as if disagreeing about something that I completely don't have any clue of.

The door cracked open and there stood Lucy. "Taylor!" She beamed, wrapping her arms around me. "I missed you, love." I told her I missed her too and we hugged for a few more seconds when I realized Harry was still there with us. Lucy gave me a look and then gave Harry a quick Hug and asked him how he was.

"I'm better." He simply said.

Lucy lead us inside, telling us to take a seat. She also informed us how Darcy was overnight. "I'm going to get her." She smiled as we sat on the couch. I still can't stop thinking about what I did. I don't even know what the hell I did!

I let out a frustrated sigh and turned my body to face him, "What the hell did I do?!" He looked at me and shook his head with a smile on his lips. It aint sexy anymore! It's irritating me! "Harry-"

"Mommy!" Darcy cheered running towards me but stopped in her tracks when she saw who I was with. "Da- Mr. Styles!" She greeted. Harry furrowed his eyebrows, slightly worried. I cleared my throat and opened my arms wide, "Come here pumpkin!"

I wrapped my arms around her and placed a delicate kiss on her cheek, "I missed you, sweetie." I cooed, "I missed you too mommy!" She scrunched up her nose and said, "Mommy you smell bad!" Harry chuckled beside me and I sneakily elbowed him, earning a low grunt. "You see hunny, mommy had a little drink last night. That's why the smell is so strong."

She tilted her head to the side with her brows furrowed and pouted her lips as if she's trying to figure out if I was lying. I let out a small laugh and gave her another kiss. She turned her body to face Harry and smiled at him, "Good morning, Mr. Styles."

Harry looked at me and then back at Darcy. He cleared his throat and said, "Darcy, you know you can call me Daddy, right?" Darcy looked at Lucy then at me. "But you and mommy aren't together..."

My breath hitched and my hands became clammy. My eyes met with Harry's and we both cleared our throats awkwardly. I pulled Darcy towards me genty and looked her straight in the eyes, "Honey, you see.. Daddy and I are jus-"

"Very happy together."

My eyes widen and I glared at him. Our eyes locked and it was like we were the only ones in the world. "I love your mother and I'm happy to have her back. To have you both back." He said that all without looking away. My heart began to race and I couldn't speak. Did he say that all just to make Darcy happy? Did he mean it?

"I'm sorry." I blurted out, tears were threatening to spill and I couldn't careless. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

He looked down and didn't say anything for a moment. I know he's still mad about what I did.. I just want to know if he meant those words. Because, if we're being honest here. I do still love him. I never stopped. I was just stupid and I was afraid to get hurt again.. but now that we have a daughter...

I want to have a family. A proper one.. I don't want Darcy to grow up without a father figure in her life.  I grew up with my Dad always away, working in another country. I don't want a life like that for my daughter.

But come to think of it.. that's exactly what will happen to Darcy anyways. With Harry touring the world and his late nights working. It's never gonna work. Now that I'm thinking about it, I regret ever coming back. Now that Darcy knows, her father exists.. she will for sure ask to see him again.

And Harry's engaged.

This is all wrong..

But hey, I'm still his wife. 

Shit, I don't know what to fucking do.

Lucy clapped her hands together, snapping me back to reality. "Anyways.. Taylor are you ready for tomorrow?" She asked. I tore my eyes away from Harry and looked at her. "Is that tomorrow?" I groaned, "I forgot."

"What's tomorrow, mummy?"

"The announcement baby, the party!" I cheered. She grinned widely and turned to face Harry, "Mr. Styles, would you like to come?!" Harry looked at me as if asking for permission. I just nodded my head and listened to him talk, "Yeah, sweetie. But if you want.. you can call me, Daddy.. Really.." He sounded so desperate and it breaks my heart.

Maybe he's finally ready to be a dad.

Maybe.. we should give it a try?

Wait, no.

Why the hell do I keep forgetting that he's engaged?! crap.

"but- if you and mommy are really together.." She stopped mid sentence to look at both of us, "You guys should kiss."

My jaw dropped.

I was thinking Harry would have the same reaction but no.

The bitch was laughing.

HE WAS LAUGHING.

It made my blood boil in anger, it amuses me the fact that this whole thing made him laugh. Why would he laugh? We can't... "kiss." It's wrong! And how the hell did my daughter know about kissing already?

Darcy pouted her lips, irritated that her father laughed at her. "Why are you laughing.." She began fidgeting with her fingers. "Oh no, sweetie. I'm just laughing because you're cute and your mum is such a girl. She was blushing! Did you see her?" Harry began blabbing, still laughing. Darcy joined him and I felt my whole face turning red.

"I was not!" I defended.

They ignored me completely and kept on laughing. "Okay, Darcy I think we should go."

"But you haven't kissed." She mumbled.

"Sweetie, I can't kiss Daddy-"

"Why not?" Harry asked. I shot him a glare but he just sat there, innocently.. waiting for my answer. "Because.." I began, looking down at Darcy. "Daddy's getting married to another woman."

Darcy's eyes began to water and I mentally kicked myself for saying that. "No no.. sweetie, don't cry." I cooed, pulling her back in my arms. "But I wanted you and him to be together!" She cried.

Harry gave me a look and I just ignored him. "I am not getting married." He announced and it was my turn to give him the 'wtf' look. "I told you.. I never opened up to anyone ever since you left."

"But-"

"So are you and mommy married again?!" Darcy asked hopefully, "Are we going to live in the same house? Are we gonna be a happy family just like my classmates? Are we?! Are we?!" She asked excitedly.

I wanted to say yes but I couldn't bring myself to do so. Harry's just doing all of this for Darcy. I know deep down, he's holding a grudge. And as for me... I love him... I'm just scared to tell him that.

I'm scared to get hurt again.

"Darcy.. Daddy and I are just... frien-"

"Yes. We are still married, sweetie. We're going to live together. We'll try our best to be a happy family." Harry cut me off, leaving me speechless. Darcy threw herself at Harry and he wrapped a protective pair of arms around her. "I love you princess, I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me." He cooed, I saw a tear fell.

Lucy and I looked at each other, tears began falling from my eyes. I hope everything works out. "I love you, Daddy."

I really hope so.

"Hello bitches!" Drew's voice boomed throughout the whole house. My eyes widen and he muttered a quick "shit" when he saw Darcy hugging Harry. Darcy looked up and gave him a confused look.

"What does.. bit-" She was about to ask when Harry gently covered her mouth, trying to hold back his laughter.  "It means, many.. beach-es. Ocean.. sea.. water." I lamely explained. She nodded her head, trying to understand what I just told her.

Drew laughed and he plopped down next to me, "Sorry. Hey Lulu gurl." Lucy rolled her eyes, "I'm going to make you some food." She said as she made her way inside the kitchen.

"Y'know what, she so feisty, gurrl."

"Uncle Drew! Mommy and Daddy are back together!" I placed my face in my hands. This is gonna be a long day. "Oh are they? Well that kiss last night, worked then, eh?"

Kiss? What kiss?

"Kiss? what are you on about?" I panicked, Darcy was still in Harry's arms. They were snuggled up together. "Oh you know, when you went up to Harry and Tracy.. you kissed him and told the girl, you're Harry's wife." He explained and my mouth fell open.

Harry sat there with a teasing grin on his face. "I don't remember doing any of that." I admitted. "Well, that's not the only thing that's happened. When I left you both inside the room, I think you talked about something then.. I went back in and told Harry he needs to go but you forced him to cuddle with you in bed."

"OKAY! Stop!" I almost yelled, "I was you know.. drunk. It was all the alcohol." I tried to reason out but they weren't buying it. "A drunken mind speaks a sober heart." Drew sing-sang. I kicked him and he yelped in pain.

"Excuse me.." Darcy shyly cut in, "Yes babe?" Drew acknowledged her. "Will Daddy come home with us tonight?"

I looked at Harry and told Darcy we needed to talk first.

We stood outside the garden, just walking.. I cleared my throat first and stopped on my tracks to face him. He mirrored my actions and locked his eyes with mine. I took a deep breath and spoke, "I'm sorry and thank you for doing this."

"I already missed almost 5 years of Darcy's life, Taylor. I'm doing this for her.. I want to just forget about everything but I can't. It still hurts. I need more time to process this whole thing.. a simple sorry will not bring back all the years that have gone so fast just because.. you lied."

His words hit me like a ton of bricks but it's true.. I lied. I faked my death and now here's the fucking aftermath. I ignored the tears that were welling up and composed myself together. "I honestly don't like the idea of you being around her-"

"What? Taylor, I haven't been there for her since you left! I need to be with my daughter!" He argued, "I know, Harry.. but if she gets attached to you, it'll be harder when you go on tour. She'll just get hurt and I don't want that to happen!"

"No-"

"After the announcement.. we're staying 'til her 5th birthday which is 2 weeks from now, you can celebrate with her. But after that.. we're going back to Spain."

He stood there with his fists clenched and his eyes full of anger. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out an exasperated breath. "That's all the time that I need."

"What?"

I Won't Give Up. I'm updating tomorrow night at 8! xx