Chapter 3
Miranda's POV:
Girlfriend? What the hell? Wow and I was going to let him try over, but now, that's not happening.
"Look Mira-" Harry started to say, but I put up my hand to silence him.
"No. Not now, not ever," I said as I turned around and picked Darcy up in my arms. "It was nice seeing all of you, except Harry, but such as life. Say goodbye Darcy." I told the guys and the girls.
"Bye-bye!" Darcy giggled. I turned back to look at Harry, but then Darcy said something to him. "You're a meanie, weave my mommy awone," I was shocked and so was Harry, but I saw Harry's face turn angry.
"Don't speak to me like that, you don't even know me!" He yelled at us. Darcy started to cry and I gave Harry a death glare. "Now you will never have a chance with me or her," I said and walked away. After about 20 minutes I got Darcy to stop crying and put her in the car. She fell asleep in her car seat.
As I drove along, all I could think of was Harry yelling at his own daughter. I still remember when he would sing her to sleep. I do have to say that I'm done with harry, I mean if he was sorry, then why did he go get himself a girlfriend. Oh wait, I know he's an idiot. We finally got home and I brought Darcy inside the house. Inside were about five dozens of roses in the entry way. I was shocked, but y maid Faith, came and took Darcy away so that I could relax a bit.
There was a note attached to one of the bouquets:
You really think I'm that stupid to not know where you live? Wrong answer.
~Harry
How the hell did he find out?
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Hurt and Loved Again?
Fanfiction*Sequeal to Bullied, Beaten, Loved?* It has been two years since everything happened. Miranda has kept her distance from the guys and the girls. She is on her own for some parts of her life. Darcy is two years old and doesn't know who her Daddy is...
