His warm breath tricked on my ear, making me squirm in desire. His lips trailed down from my ear slowly down to my jaw. His breath still continued to escape down to my skin, his soft lips found the nape of my neck, moving to the side. A light moan escaped my mouth as he found my sweet spot, sucking it lightly. I knew that he would leave a purple mark afterwards, but the feeling was too good to stop. He traveled down even more. I ran my fingers, tangling through his soft locks, tugging at them gently as his lips now at my fast rising chest, . The feeling is indesribable. As he made his way down to my abs, I couldn't help but feel aggravated with the sweet pleasure luring me into a indulgent euphoria. The senses driving me crazy. The wave of heat in our bodies bouncing from one another, making a sultry tension."Darcy..." He softly purred into my ear, I knew who it was, his seductive voice along with his trickling sweet breath were driving me mental... "Ryan." I said barely above a whisper...

"Darcy?" I heard my name being called out by a sudden familiar voice in the background. The voice sounded so close, yet so far away from my senses. I didn't bother paying attention until my name was being called out a thousand times within seconds. I didn't want this to end-

"Darcy?" The sudden shake of my body woke me as I tried opening my eyes. My body was hot almost as if I was steaming. I lifted my hand up to my forehead to see I was dripping sweat. I was caught up with a pair of brown ones. I felt myself blush at the scene for what he might've heard. I quickly sat up, and felt a little painful thump at the back of my head, not remembering the ache I had earlier. "Shit." I whined, holding the back of my head. He quickly knelt down beside me, now at my height. He held his hand up and lightly rubbed the back of my head.He quickly took out a thermometer from his pocket. "Open." He said softly. I opened my mouth as he placed the cold metal over my tongue. He took it out and scanned his eyes over the stick.

"How're you feeling?" He asked concerned

"Slightly better, I guess." I said hesitantly. He bit his lip slowly, as I caught myself lured into his brown orbs once again. He cleared his throat awkwardly and glanced away before we drew any closer. Much to my disappoinment, the tension between Ryan and I felt different. Not our usual flirty attitudes, more like business deal, everything seemed so...serious?. Which was odd. Maybe it's because I'm sick?

"Are you okay?" I asked. "You seem a bit odd than usual..."

He cleared his throat once again in an awkward matter, something was bugging him and he wasn't quite good at hiding that. "Yeah, I'm fine... How else would you expect me to be?" He asked, his tone at the last sentence now sounded like his usual cheeky self.

I looked away, slightly embarassed over the fact that I just wanted a kiss from him, but I'm sick. "Nothing..." I lied, I lowered my head down fumbling with my thumbs. I heard him slightly chuckle as I looked up his face was much closer. I think he got the hint. His eyes looking livelier than ever. I felt unease at hand, after I thought about the dream... How his lips and basically everything about him drove me wild. His eyes slightly fluttered closed before mine. Even though our faces were only centimeters apart, it felt like a million years away. His breath was sweet, just like I had dreamed. Our lips brushed together, a relevant spark was definitely present but just as our lips finally touched, familiar loud thuds came from the corner of the room, along with an awkward cough. Ryan pulled away fast and quickly got up. I noticed his hands were sweaty when he rubbed his hands over his white coat. "Mr. Styles..." He said nervously.

"Oh boy..." I muttered.

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Harry's P.O.V.
I watched Darcy's disappointment fill her eyes as I broke away their 'kiss'. Ryan quickly jolted up and pulled away, much to my surprise I was laughing on this inside. "Mr. Styles..." He said nervously. I slightly smirked as I lowered my head down. "I'll leave you two alone..." I said as I turned my back towards them, heading back to the kitchen.

It wasn't too long when I heard footsteps behind me, I turned around to see Ryan looking slightly embarassed. "Ryan..." I said confused.

"Mr. Styles." He said nervously. "I'm really sorry about that out there, I hope that you really don't have this impression over me..." He said, his eyes pleading for mercy. I chuckled. "I get it Ryan, I was a teenager once." He chuckled lightly as he stood by the door awkwardly.

"How's Darcy?" I asked concerned.

"She's doing a bit better actually, her fever has gone a bit lower than earlier with the advil that you gave her. Although her headache hasn't seemed to vanish." He paused and took out a doctor's notepad and a pen, and began drabbling. "Here, take this." He handed me the paper as I looked over it-

"It's over-the-counter, so you'll find it anywhere. Just make sure she takes two four hours." He said. I smiled, as I walked over to him and placed a hand over his shoulder.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"No problem Mr. Styles, It's my plea-"

"Not with her sickness Ry, you make Darcy happy." I said.

"Seems like it?" He joked. I chuckled as I squeezed his shoulder.

"She's never looked at someone like that before Ryan, take care of her." I smiled. He nodded in understandment. "Don't hurt her."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He said assuringly.

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Darcy's P.O.V.
I once woke up again from the pounding throbbing pain in the back of my head. I hadn't realized I fell asleep until I opened my eyes again, practically still sweating off my fever. That advil sure knew how to knock me out. "Harry?" I called out. "Harr-"

I was cut off by my phone ringing. I picked it up to see Ryan's number on the screen. I eagerly answered, as I plopped myself up.

"Ryan?" I said, a smile slowly forming on my face.

"Darcy, how are you feeling?" He asked softly.

"Still sweating..." I lightly whined like a child. "Along with this throbbing headache, I feel so much better." I said sarcastically. He chuckled.

"Listen, once you feel better, I'll take you out..." He said.

"Like on another date?" I asked curiously.

"If that's what you like to call it..." He said, a cheeky tone in his voice hinted a little bit of playing hard to get.

"Someone sounds a bit desperate." I joked.

"Says the one wanting a kiss earlier." He said.

"You still gave in even though I'm sick." I chuckled.
"Can't resist you.", his voice sounded different now, definitely a tone of lust. By now I noticed my breathing was much faster, my heart was racing fast as well, along with my rising chest.
"Even if you're sick..." Glad he didn't see me by now, I was blushing furiously. Maybe almost as red as a tomato.

"You cheeky ba-"

"DARCY?!" I heard the front door open. Harry's back.

"Ryan, I have to go remind me of our date yeah?" I said. I heard him sigh in disappointment.

"Alright, feel better babe." He said before I hung up. I threw my phone down as I heard the clicking footsteps draw near.

"Darcy." Harry said, holding up a pill of bottles and on the other hand a back full of ice cream cartons. "I got you these!" He said, cheesing like a little child.

"Oh, well thanks." I smiled.

"How long was I asleep for?" I asked curiously.

"I wouldn't say sleep, for you were basically hibernating the whole day." He chuckled.

"I hope I get better soon so we can go and visit Mum." I said. I saw him tense up a bit.

"If you feel like you can walk, go get take a hot shower and get dressed, you need to take these pills for your headache." He said. There was a slight tone of disappointment in his voice. He turned his back towards me and walked over to the kitchen without anymore words said.

I slowly stood up, the headache getting worse and worse with every step I took, but I still managed to walk up the stairs. I reached my room and walked over to the drawer and pulled out a plaid matching pajama set. Grabbing a towel from the shelf I walked on over to the bathroom.

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Harry's P.O.V.
Every now and then since Liv was getting worse, I couldn't help but drown in a river full of tears every time her name was mentioned. I wiped the tears away from my cheeks, but that didn't help nor stop the next set of hurtful tears. I could tell my eyes were bloodshot, I couldn't let Darcy see me like this. I suddenly felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I slowly grabbed it out as I saw a familiar number flash on the screen.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Mr. Styles?" He asked.

"Yes?" I asked.

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Notes

Yay for a somewhat long chapter! lol. Can you guys guess who the person was at the cliffhanger? ;)


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