Darcy's pov
Shit. Why did I drink last night. I rolled over peering at my phone.
Shit.
I fell out of bed. Springing back up running to the bathroom. I showered in record time. I dried my long brown curly hair as fast as I could. Leaving it natural letting the curls softly form. I slid into my clothes. I'd thankfully picked out the day before; skater skirt and blouse, my black blazer and black courts. I brushed my teeth, clearing the smell of alcohol from last night, applying my usual makeup masking my dark circles and blemishes.
Once I was done I checked the time again 8.45
I still had quarter of an hour. What shall I do.
Hmmm.
BEEP!!!
I grabbed my phone of the counter, finding a message from an unknown number.
"Hello, darcy. I know your most probably ready by now so I think you should pack a small overnight bag, just in case.- fletch"
Right well that answers my question.
15 minutes later.
BEEP!!
I opened the front door to see a black taxi cab waiting.
I jumped in slamming the door behind me.
"Hi are you taking me to london?"
" yes I'm taking you and dougie to the studio like ordered."
I felt myself freeze. Dougie.
My dougie?
I slowly turned my head to see the goofy little kid. He hasn't changed one bit.
"Darcy?" His eyes grew wide. He was just as shocked as me.
"Stop the cab I want to get out!" I breathing was heavy, panicked I couldn't do it.
I hated him.
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Teach me how to dougie
FanfictionBefore dougie joined mcfly he saved a girl, they became best friends. But when he got the chance he left without a goodbye. Will dougie and Darcy ever meet again? What happens if they do? Did dougie ever want to leave without a word? Does he even ca...
