Hello, Darcy.

“What do you think?” Chelsea stands stiffly in front of me in an excruciating tight black dress. I feel myself wince and my eyebrows scrunch together. I noticed she's taking small breaths and her cleavage is pushed up so far, her boobs looked as if they were to plop out any second. Not that Chelsea didn't look good with her cleavage out, but the dress just ruined it all.

“Can you even breathe?” I demand. She purses her lips and nods abruptly, of course, she's lying.

“You're a liar, Chels.” I pause and get up from my seat, in which my butt has been numb for sitting here for hours, waiting for Chelsea to pick out the right dress.

She sighs frustratingly and throws her hands up in the hair dramatically. “Who cares if it looks like I can't breathe! Look? The dress is marvelous!” She stands in front of the mirror as she admires her oddly stiff body.

“Well if you like it, get it.” I simply state.

“B-but you just said-”

“Chelsea, we've been here for the past three hours trying on a million dresses, whichever one fancies your taste, just get it.” I snapped. Guilt began eating me slowly, I snapped at her a bit too harsh. Actually no just a bit, maybe a lot too harsh. I guess it's the fact that Ryan practically left and I have no one to go to prom with is what's causing my snappy attitude.
I watch her frown but instantly presses her lips together and pulls a smile. “I know, I'm so-”

“No no, I'm sorry Chels.” I say sincerely and sigh as I run my fingers through my hair.

“Go ahead, go try on some more, I'll be right around here.” I say as I walk on over to the chairs by the dressing rooms.

“Why don't we find you a dress, Darcy?” She suddenly says as I barely sit down. I turn around only to be met by a sincere smile on her face, looking genuinely pity over me.
I chuckle and bite my lip as if she said a merely pathetic joke. “No, I can't try any on-”

“Come on,” She encourages and holds her hand out for me to take.

“Chelsea, I'm not going.” I could hear the mellow sad tone in my own voice.

“Nonsense, you're going, Darcy,” She demanded.

“I don't have a date and Ry-”

“Who cares about Ryan, Darcy- he's pathetic, he left you, you can come with me,”

“I don't want to ruin you and Andy's date,” I whine.

She shakes her head stubbornly. “I don't care, you're coming with me.”

I sigh in defeat and I no longer can argue with her. And before I saw her coming, she tightly grabbed my hand dragged me to the dressing room. She pushed me into one of the empty rooms and motioned me to stay put. "Stay here, don't move, I'm going to call one of the ladies that work here,"

She disapperead vaguely and I stood in a helpless way. I turned around to be met by my reflection and shall I saw, it wasn't so pleasant. I could see the dark bags under my eyes and my hair beginning to frizz. Before I could examine my unpleasant self any further I heard steps drawing nearer to the room, and behind me was Chelsea still in her tight black dress, struggling to walk behind the sales lady. "Alright, honey." The lady said crossing her arms.
She didn't look friendly nor snobby, just stood there in a neutral way. And by her looks and the way she dressed definitely made her age obvious, middle aged I'd say.

"So what were you saying, dear?" She asked Chelsea.

"We have a formal this Saturday night already and my beautiful friend here needs a dress," Chelsea chirped.

The lady walked behind me closely and bobbed her head up and down. "Did you have something in mind, love?"

I was caught off guard for a second watching the lady's moves, but I shook my head abruptly and stuttered a 'no'.

"Hmm, I may have something in mind- Let me just get my measuring tools and I'll be right back, love." She smiled and dashed right out of the room.

Chelsea squealed in excitement and ran her tight body over to me, struggling to jump. "I'm so excited!"

I gave her a tight forced smile in return instead of rolling my eyes, in which mentally I was. And I slapped myself mentally for letting myself fall into this.

"I'm thinking red would look go- no pink, maybe black!" She suggested. But before she could say anymore colours from the rainbow, the lady came back with measuring tape and fabric clips.

"Let's start with your measurements now," She said and walked over to me. Chelsea moved back and watched with astonishment. She was much more excited to watch me getting my dress rather than hers.

...

I'd say we'd been here for approximately many hours, finding my dress and finding Chelsea's dress. Eventually she coped with an emerald silk dress, not much to her liking but it stood out from everything else, which is what the blonde wanted. As for me, red, black nor pink didn't stand out. And I was almost just a tad bit starting to find some comfort and happiness in just finding dresses, but so far hope has dropped.

Chelsea was already dressed back into her normal clothes, in which I was thankful for. The sight of her in that dress made me feeling suffocated, but here I still was trapped in millions of fabric.

"I told you we wouldn't find anything, let's go ho-"

"NO! You heard Liz, she'll be back in just a second-"

Before Chelsea could even finish, Liz, the lady in which was helping us came into the room gracefully with a long zipped up back. A mischievious grin spread throughout her face as if she were trying to hold back a smile.

"Now, I'm one hundred percent sure-" She paused and pointed her finger at me, "You will love this,"

She hung the zipped back onto one of the racks and began to unzip the bag. I swore time must've slowed down and every motion has as well. My eyes stood still and my body froze as the silked violet dress hung gracefully before me. It's silk material shone silly and it's slight simple, not too flashy embellishments of diamonds sparkled in the light.

"Wow," I heard Chelsea gasped. I didn't bother turning around for I was still in complete utter shock.

"Let's not waste any time on this beautiful dress now, let's try it on!" Liz proclaimed and
quickly took it out of it's bag.

"I'll be out real quick, I want this to be a surprise on you!" Chelsea squealed as she walked out the door.

...

Moments passed and not one second have I stopped staring at myself in the mirror.

"You look magnificent, dear!" Liz chirpped, clasping her hands together and admiring me.

"Wow," Was all I could say of the breathtaking sight.

"It's been ten minutes, is she do-"

I could have sworn right there that Chelsea's jaw was really going to drop on the ground.

"Oh my- whoa," For a while it felt as if we all stopped breathing for a second and stared in awe as if the dress were a priceless piece, but to me, it truly was.

"We'll take it!" Chelsea immediately pried.

...

The spring air was starting to feel like summer crisp, but yet moist and humid. A little unusual for England weather. But I couldn't complain, after all those hours of finding dresses and such, I needed a break. Even if it were just watching the bright sunset in the front porch of the house.

As of now in this moment, everything felt nice. No worries or problems, problems that I'd leave behind me are just put aside for the moment.

My moment of silence was interrupted by the door creaking, and I immediately knew who it was. I turned my head to the side and found my Dad giving me tight smile. I turned my attention back to the sunset whilst his footsteps drew nearer and sat down, making the swing chair shift.

"How are you on this fine evening?" He pretended to be a posh lad with the tone in his voice.

"M' alright," I responded simply, still trying to avoid his gaze.

"I heard you got a formal dress today, must me lovely?" He asked kindly. I nodded in response.

"I'm guessing it's pink," He chuckled. A small chuckle escaped my mouth as I shook my head.

"It's violet," I hoped he hadn't noticed my quick and small responses, as much as I appreciated him trying to make a conversation with me, I'd rather not. Things are just awkward. And this is probably the first conversation we had in days.

"Must be lovely then," He laughed. I pursed my lips together and sighed, not responding to any more.

"Are you alright, Darcy?" He asks softly.

"Told you I'm fine, Dad." I state.

"I'm pretty sure you noticed that this is the first time we've spoken in days, you were locked up in your room for as long as I can remember- whatever it is Darcy, I can help." He stated.

"I don't need your help," I snap. I feel my heart sink in guilt.

"You can't just shut everyone out, Darcy." He replied. "And even if you don't need my help, I'll still be here."

With that he got up and patted me on the back before heading back inside. The skies were now starting to become a darker bruised color and the sounds of crickets were filling the air.

...

I didn't bother going back inside and I stayed out for a little while, the dark nights felt much more relaxing and not minute was I interrupted.

I began getting goosebumps all over me, it was probably time to go back in. Just as I opened the door, my name was called. My heart raced and pumped abruptly. It didn't take long before I turned around, but in disappointment, it wasn't who I thought it would be.

"Alex?" I paused, "what are you doing here?" I tucked the front piece of my hair behind my ear as Alex walked closely.

"Thought I'd visit you," He smiled.

"Wha-why?" I stuttered.

"Just wanted to see, honestly." An embarrassed shy smile crossed his face, and for once I started to feel different.

"Thought you'd never come by anymore after I snapped at you," I say embarassed. He shakes his head and chuckles.

"That won't stop me Darcy, even when you raise your voice at me, remember?" What Alex said reminded me of what my Dad said about shutting everyone out, that he'd still be there for me no matter what.

"Right," A smile creeps on my face.

"How are you, by the way?" He asks.

"Never better, I guess." I chuckle.

My eyes are glued to his blue orbs within a second and I find some comfort in them. But I looked away quickly before any awkward situation would happen and I felt my cheeks begin to rise with heat.

"Chelsea called me," He started, I quickly caught his attention at the mention of Chels' name.

"She said you both are going to prom with Andy..." He rocked himself on his feet once again, his habit might I say.

"Oh," I reply, feeling caught of guard.

"And she said you don't have a date so-"

"Oh god, did Chelsea force you to be my date?" I groan, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms. Typical Chelsea.

He shook his head. "I didn't have to be forced, trust me."

He didn't have to be forced?

"So Darcy, I'm going with you to your formal." He smiled proudly.

"No no, you don't have to Alex-"

He shook his head and laughed. "Okay," He cleared his throat and sat on the swinging chair, gesturing me to follow him.

He cleared his throat one more time before gently grabbing my hand and placing it in his. "Darcy, will you go to formal with me?"

My cheeks begin to rise with heat again and a girlish giggle escapes my mouth. "Can't say no to that now, can you?" He teases. And of course, I couldn't resist. I nod.

"Yes,"

"Yes?" He asks.

"I'll go to formal with you," I smile kindly. A wide grin forms on his lips and before I knew it, he was just less than an inch closer to me. I froze utterly but felt sparked when his lips were placed on my cheek.

Time seemed slow as he moved away and silence was brought back to the scenario.

"So what colour is your dress might I ask? We could coordinate, unless you don't do those types of things." He laughed.

"It's violet," I simply state.
He nods his head, "Violet,"

...

Alex's P.O.V.

The smile on my face were probably to never be erased. But if this smile were temporary, at least I had a reason to smile for a little while. That reason was Darcy. The beautiful girl I wish to have a chance with, the girl that I wish to steal her love.

I was flustered, would it be to early to say that I have truly fallen for her? Would it be wrong to be so sudden? Just after she's been hurt deeply by someone she tried chasing after, it was the opposite in my situation, I was chasing after her. And I know deeply that one day I'll be getting hurt by her. God, she makes me hurt.

The drive home was peaceful, and everything seemed alright for now. I'd managed to try to be with Darcy for a little while, and be her date for her formal. I just hope that she changes her mind about everything and gives us a chance.

I know that I'd treat her better, I'd love her better, better than anyone else. Better than her selfish boyfriend. She deserves more.

I made it home pretty quickly with the many thoughts that sprung in my head. And I was right, my smile never faded, but my cheeks were starting to hurt. But it's worth it, right?

It's already pretty late, and I'm pretty sure my Parents are asleep. I carefully and quietly try to open the door with the keys rattling along with the keychains. I eventually manage to get in and I was right, everyone was asleep. The living room was dark and I slowly walked down the hallway. I almost made it to the stairs.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, boy!" I get startled for a second before furrowing my eyebrows together.

"Dad?" I ask, and I look to see my Dad in the living room absolutely sloppy and drunk on the couch. He began to laugh loudly, his laugh was obnoxious, but it made me laugh. The sight of my Dad wasted was a funny scene, it's been a while since I've seen him so screwed. The last time was at Uncle Liam's party, the night I met Darcy.

"Having some fun down here by yourself, Dad?" I joke. He brings his weak arm up and flings his hand down.

"Nah-" He doesn't finish his sentence and burps loudly.

"Now tell me, what was with that cheeky smile on your face when you walked in." He lifted a bottle of beer, offering it to me. I shook my head in response.

"Nothing, eh- I just found some money off the street... A couple of pounds," I was the worst liar ever, but when my Dad was exceptionally drunk, he believed me.

He nodded his head and leaned back, closing his eyes. Of course now he's already sleepy and he'd pass out any second.

"I'm going to head upstairs now, night Dad."

"Ya-" And there he passed out. I shook my head and chuckled as I headed up the stairs.
I passed by my my parents room in which now probably my Mum is sleeping alone in peace, as well as my Dad in the livingroom. And while everyone is having their silent moment, I hope that tonight I'd be dreaming of Darcy.

Notes

I'm back! I'm sorry for the very long absence and updating, school and finals really took a toll on my time and I couldn't squeeze in any time for writing. I apologize dearly. Tomorrow is my last day of Saturday class but I'm also applying for a job, and hopefully I get accepted. Anyways, did you all like the chapter? At the scene of Harry and Darcy talking in front of the house, I was planning on making it into Harry's P.O.V. but I guess it would be better written in Darcy's P.O.V. but don't worry, Harry's P.O.V. will be making an appearance very soon! Any guesses as to what the next chapter will be?

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