alone (book one in the TRUSTED series)

PART 1~ before darcy tomlinson.

he turned to harry again. "paper too?" he offered a crooked smile.

harry giggled then went to grab some paper for louis.

they payed attention to the lecture for the rest of the class. and they didn't see each other again. until two days later, when they had the same literature studies class.

that class went the same way.

they walked back to the dorms together, because they had figured out they lived directly next to each other.

they said goodbye to each other, and headed into their own dorms
*end of flashback*
present day
darcy tomlinson
"that was the moment we had found our love." my dad always used to tell me. they would tell me story after story when i was barely four years old. yet i remember stories from seven years ago, because seven years ago, we were so happy. my parents barely fought, and if they did, it was because papa had stayed out late due to work again, and left dad to do the cleaning and cooking once again.

now it's just fight after fight, and sometimes it doesn't stop for days.

dad's sensitive, so anything that papa says can get him upset. sometimes, dad will come into my room and sleep with me, holding my to his chest while his long curls tickle my face. i pretend to be asleep, for his sake, so he doesn't get embarrassed.

i was starting to get hungry, so i creeped my way out of my room and into the hallway leading to the kitchen. i waited there for a few seconds, to see if there was any fighting. once i heard none, i walked into to kitchen and sat up in the counter near the stove, where dad was cooking.

i put on my sweetest voice, and said "what's for dinner tonight daddy?" hoping i could bribe him into letting me eat early by being extra sweet.

"stir fry munckin." he replied with a hum.

i leaned in closer to him and raised my eyebrow. "chicken or steak?"

he turned away from the stove to look at me.

"what d'ya think?" he raised an eyebrow back at me.

i leaped off the counter and did a fist bump in the air, because that means steak. dad knows steak is my favorite.

"louis? could ya come 'ere for a second babe?" dad asks.

i widen my eyes because this is the first time in a while they haven't fought.

papa comes into the kitchen and wraps his arms around dad's waist. papa leans up on his tiptoes to put his head on dad's shoulder, which is free of curls since he put it up in a bun.

"yes sunshine?"

i widen my eyes even wider because that nickname hasn't been used for six months.

"i'm making stir fry for darcy, are you okay with eatin' this or do you want me to make something else?" dad asks, with no humor or sarcasm in his voice.

usually, what we eat is a main thing they fight about. me and dad share the same taste in food most of the time, whenever he's craving something, i crave it too. so dad will make one thing, and then papa won't want it and dad will get upset and papa will start yelling and it's this whole big thing and i hate. it.

very rarely do we not argue about food. and very rarely do i go to bed with dinner.

"i think i'll eat your lovely stir fry love." papa replies to dad, and i nearly fall off the counter.