"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Forty-One.

Darren's POV.

The moment I got back home from hanging out with the boys, I quickly hurried upstairs, but Derrick called.

"Darren, bro, what's with the hurry?" He asked.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face Derrick.

"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning innocence despite knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"I mean, you practically ran like hell just now," Derrick replied, raising an eyebrow. "What's got you in such a rush?"

I played it cool, putting on a nonchalant expression.

"Oh, nothing. I just need to do something real quick," I said casually.

Derrick didn't seem convinced.

"Uh-huh," He replied, his tone sceptical. "And what exactly is this 'something' that you need to do so urgently?"

I pretended to be busy with my phone, avoiding his gaze.

"Just.. something personal," I replied vaguely, hoping he wouldn't press further.

He crossed his arms and smirked.

"Is this 'something personal' by any chance related to that one certain someone?" He teased me.

I knew exactly what he was hinting at, but I tried to play it off.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, still feigning innocence, but a hint of a smile tugged at my lips.

He rolled his eyes, seeing through my act.

"I saw that little smile," He said, still grinning. "You're not fooling anyone. I know you're in a hurry to talk to her. It's okay to admit it, bro."

I chuckled, realising there was no point in pretending anymore.

"Alright, you got me," I admitted, holding up my hands in defeat. "I am in a hurry to talk to her."

He grinned wider, looking satisfied with my confession.

"Knew it," He said.

"Yeah, yeah, you're so smart," I retorted, but there was no bite behind my words.

He started to walk away, teasing.

"Don't forget to invite me to your guys' wedding.."

"Oh, you'll be the first person on the guest list," I replied, playing along with his joke.

I then hurried upstairs, entering my bedroom in a flash.

Once I was inside my room, I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, some privacy.

I quickly grabbed my phone and dialled her number, feeling a sense of anticipation and excitement.

As I waited for her to answer, I sat down on the edge of my bed and fidgeted with my fingers, a mix of nerves and eagerness coursing through me.

Finally, she answered the call, and the sound of her voice sent a wave of warmth through my body.

"Hey," I said, my voice filled with a mixture of affection and relief.

"Hey," She replied softly, her voice a bit weary but still holding a hint of warmth. "I was hoping you'd call soon."

A smile tugged at my lips.

"I told you I would," I said, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing that she had been anticipating my call as much as I had been looking forward to talking to her again.