~Harry’s View~

“ Maya Aviana Styles, you get back here now! What the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t treat people like that! I thought I taught you better!” I was fuming; she called this lady a whore, just because she was a fan. I don’t even know where she heard this language from, I mean I swore every once in a while, usually when I was mad, like now for instance. Usually around Maya I was especially careful since she was young.

She turned around and rolled her eyes at me, she had tears running down her face. I had a flashback of Peyton, it was scary actually.

“I hate you! Don’t you get that! I- just- w-aa-n-tt my m-oo-mm! Not you!” She screamed at me, and my heart broke. I have failed, failed at being the most important job in the world, a father.

“You go out on dates and I see you with all of these women, don’t you care, how I feel? I am your daughter, you may be “Harry Styles” but who gives a shit! Because I sure as hell don’t! I HATE YOU!” Maya screamed at me, bawling her eyes out. My baby hates me.

“You think I don’t miss your mother? I LOVE her Maya, I still do. She loved you too; you were her angel, a miracle actually. She would want us all to be happy, I understand if you don’t like me going on dates but that gives you no right to call fans whores!” I was crying at this point. She just looked at me; we must have stared at each other for five minutes, both crying in the parking lot.

“I am calling someone to pick me up, I am not getting in the car with you.” Maya said this to me, and walked away she mumbled “I hate you” as she walked by. I wanted to run after her and hug her, tell her it was going to be alright. I couldn’t though; I just let her walk away. I can’t do this alone anymore. I got in the range rover, I wasn’t leaving until someone picked her up, she sat on the curb with her head in her lap. I turned on the radio and an old Taylor Swift song came on “breathe” I remember Peyton used to listen to this album over and over again. I sat in my car and just listened to the lyrics.



“And we know it's never simple, never easy

Never a clean break, no one here to save me, oh
I can't breathe
Without you, but I have to breathe
Without you, but I have to”

Then I realized something, I have to do this alone, maybe it isn’t all that simple, and for sure not easy. But I have to face it alone, and I will. Maya must have called Darcie to come pick her up, because I saw Kellen’s jeep pull up and Maya jumped in. Then I realized I must have done something right, because Darcie was all excited for her date and she came to pick up her sister. I smiled and drove away, I was sad but I had hope.
~Darcie’s View~
Kellen picked me up, in his new jeep. He opened my door, like a gentleman. “You look really pretty tonight.” He whispered in my ear, I could feel my cheeks turning red.
“ You don’t look too bad yourself.” I said playfully and got into the car.
“So movies? Or want to go to a party?” He asked me. I couldn’t lie and say I really didn’t want to go to the party with a bunch of immature kids who drink till they throw up. Then again I felt like a complete loser if I said no. “Party sounds fun” I told him.
We pulled up to this senior’s house, named Mike. The house looked insane, there were people everywhere. Mostly seniors, yet everyone mostly knows me since I’m “Harry Styles kid” I hated being a stereotype. I sometimes didn’t know if people were friends with me since my family is famous or if they just genuinely like me. I got out of the car, feeling completely underdressed. Kellen intertwined our hands and I felt the sparks, I looked at him and caught his eyes, he gave me a smile, I felt like I could melt in that moment.
As we entered the house, everyone was completely drunk. Between who was taking shots, hooking up, drinking endless amounts of beer, I just felt uncomfortable. I’ve never seen girls throw themselves at guys, like this. Kellen just went with the crowd, he seemed like he has done this endless amounts of times, which scares me.
“I’m only going to have one beer since I’m driving babe…what do you want?” Kellen asked me, I was shocked he called me babe, and to be honest I hated beer; to me it tastes like pee and is gross.
“I’ll just have a shot of tequila.” I smiled at him. He nodded and walked away to go get us our drinks. The music was so loud and “Ass” by Big Sean was playing, I really wanted to dance. As soon as Kellen came back I took my shot and he drank his beer. I pulled his hand into the crowd of people dancing, he put his hands around my waist, we were dancing for a while, and I turned around and felt so lost in him. He cupped my face, and leaned in, it was the perfect kiss, and then he pulled away.
“Why did you stop?” I asked him shyly.
“I didn’t know if you wanted me to…” He was laughing now.
“Of course I do.” He started to kiss me again, I could taste the alcohol in his breathe but I didn’t want to stop. My phone started to vibrate, I saw it was Maya and ignored it. Kellen told me to answer but I didn’t want the night to end, plus if she knew that I was at a party, she would tell my dad and I would be dead. She kept calling and calling; I ran into the bathroom and answered finally.
“Maya what do you want!” I screamed into the phone.
“Dad, dad and I go-tt in-too another fight, can you p-l-ea-ss-ee come pick me up?” She asked me, I could tell she was crying historically and it broke my heart. They were always fighting, like nonstop. She told me where she was, I immediately found Kellen. He motioned for me to go back to dancing with him; I whispered in his ear what happened with Maya.
He grabbed my hand and we walked to his car. “Thanks for doing this.” I told him.
“Babe don’t worry about it, I know how Maya and your dad get…” He said this kissing me on the cheek.
I don’t understand what Julian was talking about, Kellen could never hurt me.