ALWAYS

Harry sat on the floor with Darcy, opening the present he got for her. My heart was heavy from their conversation about him leaving. At the same time I was filled with an overwhelming mixture of love and happiness. The way Harry handled Darcy was amazing to me. Louis and Niall had always been around her but they still couldn't read her like Harry could. Maybe Darcy was more like me than I thought she was. I watched them closely as Darcy ripped apart the wrapping on a small box. I laid my head on the door frame as he eyes lit up seeing the gift inside.
"Ooooh Harry!" She squealed in excitement. He had gotten her another doll. "What is she?" Darcy asked Harry as she examined the box.
"She's a pixie. She's cute like a little girl but she has the wings of a butterfly." Harry explained.
"I wanna be a pixie." Darcy stated.
Harry laughed, "Maybe for Halloween we could talk to Mummy about it." Darcy clapped excitedly. "Come on there's more." Harry informed her setting the pixie doll aside. Darcy pulled out another smaller wrapped square. She tore the wrapping paper off quickly. Darcy was in awe of the movie Harry had gotten her. It was about butterflies. I smiled when she asked if they could watch it. Harry nodded, "As soon as we're done opening your presents."
Darcy's eyes grew wide, "There's more?" Harry laughed and nodded.Darcy dug into the bag again. She pulled out two more smaller, wrapped boxes. She unwrapped the larger of the two. "Wow." Darcy gasped. She got off of Harry's lap and ran to me. "Mummy look it. Look it." She held up a picture frame. I smiled when I saw the photo inside. It was of Darcy and I in the park the previous day, when I helped her catch the butterfly. "Can I put it in my room?" She asked softly. I nodded and she ran off to her room. I laid my head on the door frame again as Harry stood and walked toward me. Harry gazed at me with saddened eyes.
"Noli, what's the matter?" Harry's voice was gentle and quiet. He didn't want to alarm Darcy. I smiled weakly and shook my head. "Come on. Talk to me." Harry begged putting his hands on my hips.
"Thank you." I murmured.
Harry gazed at me curiously, "It's not that big of a deal. I didn't spend that much on her. She's the kind that likes the little things." I shook my head once more and rested my temple on his jaw. Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight. I could feel that his heart was racing and his skin was heating up. He wanted the closeness that we were sharing. I knew it was a dangerous path but he needed to know how much I appreciated his interest in my daughter, his love for her. Darcy came running back down the stairs. I backed away from Harry quickly and turned my face from her.
"Harry, can we finish my presents now?" Darcy inquired quietly. Harry nodded with a smile. Darcy raced into the living room. Harry turned to me with sad eyes once again. He brushed my hair away from my face and wiped a tear from my cheek. I closed my eyes. For the moment, I was going to let myself remember that I missed his touch. I was going to let myself recall the feel of his hands on my bare skin, slowly caressing every inch of me that he could. I felt my heart begin to race and my body soften against his when I felt his breath against my neck. I laid hands on his chest, feeling his heart pounding. Harry pressed his forehead to mine and gazed into my eyes. I bit my lip as he leaned in. I could feel his breath on my lips. Just as he was about to place his soft, loving lips over mine, there was a knock on my front door. It startled both of us. I stepped back from him quickly.
"I should go finish with Darcy." Harry murmured as he ran his hand through his hair. I nodded and went to the door. Harry went back into the living room with Darcy. I opened the door to see Niall, Brynn, Liam, Sophia and Louis.
"E, what's wrong?" Louis asked stepping in and wrapping his arms around me. I just hugged him back tightly. I wanted to forget about Harry's touch. I wanted to erase the moment Harry and I had just shared. I wanted to forget the way he made me feel.

Louis walked me into the kitchen quietly, leaving everyone else to join Harry and Darcy. I stood at the island with my eyes on the counter. Louis and I stood in complete silence while a single thought flooded my mind.
"E, are you going to tell me why you're so upset?" Louis asked gently, leaning against the counter top, trying to get my attention. I sighed quietly and tried to gather my emotions. "Come on, E. It can only help to tell me." Louis tried to sound persuasive.
"Harry and I had a moment." I replied softly. The rush his touch gave me coursed through my body again.
Louis lifted his eyebrow at me, "A moment? What kind of moment?"
I sniffled, feeling annoyed, "Louis." He grinned and urged me to tell him what happened with a soft touch on my hand. "We were in the door just there." I motioned to the spot. "And Darcy was in her room. I love seeing them together. He's so good with her and she loves him so much. We were talking about that and I was kind of crying, like always." I sighed. Louis nodded, wanting me to finish the story. "We almost kissed. You guys knocking on the door is what stopped it." I informed him shyly.
"Well fuck me." Louis grinned brightly.
"Louis." I whined as I wiped tears from my face. "I almost kissed him and this is how you're going to act about it?" I snapped a little bit.
"Yeah, it is. I know that he still loves you. You know that he still loves you." Louis took a step closer to me and whispered, "You're still as in love with him as before." I stared up at him with no amusement. "I see no wrong in it. Kiss him. Fuck him. I don't care. You belong together." Louis replied. I shook my head quickly. "Why not? Everything bad that happened is in the past. You guys can start over. Why not just go for it?" Louis tried to change my mind.
"Darcy." I murmured, tears filling my eyes again.
"Enola." Louis' eyes saddened as well. "You can't just keep on doing this. He loves her. He loved her the minute he saw her. That has to mean something right?" Louis was trying so hard to fight for his friend.
"That he still loves me." I stated. Louis grunted. "Louis. Please. I can't do that to him. How can I ask him to be with me when I don't know?" Tears began to fall down my face.
"So find out." Louis replied like it was the easiest solution on the planet. I glared at him. "What? Just get the test done. He'll be so happy and you won't have to worry about it ever again." Louis beamed.
"What if she's not?" I replied quietly. Louis opened his mouth, a smirk playing at his lips. "What if she's not?" I started to sob. Louis wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. "I couldn't take it if she was really Charles'. I couldn't. I get by on the hope that she could be Harry's." I murmured to Louis. He held me tighter. "He wouldn't love me anymore if I knew for sure." I whispered after a moment.
Louis shook his head, "He is already convinced she's Charles' daughter. And he's still so in love with you that he can't see that he could be Darcy's father." Louis lifted my chin so I'd look him in the eyes. "Every time I look at her I see Harry. In her eyes and her smile. I see him. It would be a sick twist of fate if she was Charles' and she ended up looking like Harry though, wouldn't it?" I frowned. I didn't think he was funny. "Enola, I think...I've always thought that she was his. I don't see the harm in knowing for sure."
"I don't want Charles to take her. He's already trying to take her." I replied quickly.
Louis shook his head, "They will never take your daughter from you." I sighed and dropped my head to his chest. I tried to steady my breathing. "I think that you would feel better if you knew for sure." I stared up at Louis again. "It's up to you but I really think that you should just get the test done." Louis stated before kissing my forehead tenderly. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, thankful for the comfort he was trying to give me. My heart clenched in fear at the same moment though. I heard Harry clear his throat near the door. I wanted to know how much he heard. I looked over to see that he looked angry. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I hated that look of pure rage. I'd only ever seen it a few times and when I did it was always bad. I separated myself from Louis quickly. I looked up at Louis to see that he was nervous as well. I inhaled deeply and prepared for Harry's temper.

Notes

Sooo, what do we think is going to happen? Do you guys have bit more understanding when it comes to Enola's motives?

Alright, I have to get off the computer before I hurt myself even more.

Peace&Love