We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Sleeping Together

I open my eyes a bit, hearing two people shouting.
"Shut up." I groan, rolling over.
"You both are disgusting!" I hear Darcy yell. My eyes fly open, and I sit up. Cold air hits my body, giving me goosebumps. I look down and my eyes widen. Hastily, I pull the blanket around me. I look around the room, trying to locate Darcy's voice. She's not here.
"Darcy, why are you yelling? Calm down!" I hear Harry's voice. Where the heck are they? I try my best to gain my bearings, but my efforts are in vain. My eyes seem to have their own will. They're shutting by themselves.
"Calm down?!" Darcy yells, yet again. "You slept with my mother." Darcy's tone is venomous. She knows? My eyes widen, and I seem to have woken up fully. Blanket around my body, I get up from the bed and head towards the closet. My clothes are strewn all over the floor, and I don't want to bend and pick them up. I open the closet, hoping to find something's that's easy to wear. I find a tank top lying on top of the safe. It's black, and I think it has padding. Without taking a second glance at, I slip it on, and compliment it with a short denim jacket. A pair of blue shorts is lying at the bottom of the closet, and I grab it. I know Harry and Darcy are still having an argument outside. At least, that's what I think. However, their voices are muffled right now. I guess they've calmed down.
"Darcy, you can't go in." Harry says, loudly. Here they go again. I rush into the bathroom, grabbing my brush on the way. My hair looks like a bird's nest. It's so unfair. In movies, the actress always has perfectly straight, and blow-dried hair. I, on the other hand, wake up looking like the Weeknd. An uglier version of him. My hair looks slightly representable so I rush towards the room door.
"What's going on here?" I say, exiting the room. Harry and Darcy are standing right in front of the room door, looking highly frustrated. Darcy looks at me, but she doesn't smile as she always does. Instead, she looks at me with disgust, and anger.
"Did I miss something?" I ask them, completely clueless as to what's going on. Harry shakes his head, looking tired. All of a sudden, I realize that Harry's not wearing anything other than a pair of shorts, that are tighter than they should be. God, his tattoos. I suck in a deep breath, controlling my thoughts. Last night, I saw Harry's new thigh tattoo. It's a tiger. I like it.
"Darcy walked into the room. In the morning, when we were sleeping." Harry says as if this explains everything. I raise an eyebrow at him questioningly. That doesn't explain why Darcy's so upset.
"While you both were sleeping together." Oh. Oh, shit! She walked in on us sleeping together. Naked. This is a mess.
"D-Darcy, we weren't...we didn't..." I don't know how to explain matters to her. This is a real, big mess.
"Mamma, what?!" Darcy yells, irritated. "I don't understand you both. First, you break up," Darcy turns to face me, "Then you tell me just how bad he is. Now, I find the two of you in bed. Please, just tell me what's going on? What the hell should I believe?" Darcy looks so tired. Spending the night with Harry was a bad choice. Darcy is too young to understand our complicated relationship, no matter how mature her mind is. Sighing, I open the room door, and go back inside.
"Let's discuss this inside." I say, without turning around. This is not a matter that we should discuss outside, in the hallway, for everyone to see.
"Mamma, please." Darcy says, following close behind my heels. How should I explain all of this to her? I hear the door click shut. I turn around and take a seat on the bed. Harry looks at me helplessly. Subtly, I nod my head, hoping he gets the message, and let's me handle this situation. I know Darcy better than him. It'll be best if I handle this.
"Darcy, sit." I say, sternly. I've never been good at scolding her, and I don't like it either. "I will not speak to you, until you calm down." Darcy closes her eyes, composing herself. She sits down on the couch that's near the balcony door. Harry takes a seat beside me, his hand brushing mine. On another day, I'd grab it, but it's not the right time or place to act romantic so I move away from him, just a bit.
"Darcy, Harry and I talked last night." I start slowly, giving her time to process each and every word. "We've decided to try this relationship out one more time." Horror clouds Darcy's face.
"Why?" Darcy asks me, shock evident in her tone.
"Because we still love each other." I say, matter-of-factly. Harry takes my hand in his, smiling. Darcy's eyes widen at the sight of us holding hands. He's not helping at all. However, I don't pull my hand from his grip. She will have to come to terms with this eventually. Better now than later.
"Mamma, you have the worst choice in men." Darcy says, getting up. "First, it was him." She looks at Harry. "Then, it was Josh. He abused you and so did Josh. Now, you're back to him." Darcy throws her hands in the air, frustrated. She rushes toward the door, and exits the room, slamming the door behind herself. Ouch! I look up at Harry, hoping he didn't take her words too personally. I am wrong. Harry looks so hurt.
"Harry, she's just shocked, that's all. Don't worry, she'll come around." I assure him, hoping he listens to me, and doesn't take too much stress regarding this matter.
"Darcy is so mad. We shouldn't have slept together last night. Heck, I should've told Louis to drop her here, instead of taking her to our suite." Harry says, placing his head in his hands.
"We didn't do anything wrong. She'll be fine, trust me." Harry shakes his head, getting up from the bed.
"She's right, though. We've both been playing a game. A stupid, shitty game." Harry looks so upset, and guilty. I don't know what to do.
"Harry, please listen to me." I say, getting up as well. I follow him as he paces across the room. "Darcy had to find out eventually. It's not a big deal, and I suggest that you don't prolong this situation."
"Prolong it?" Harry asks me, letting out a frustrated laugh. He closes his eyes, and breathes in deeply. "Mus, I'm sorry." Harry apologizes, stopping in front of me. "I am taking out my frustration on you. It's just...I don't like it when Darcy's mad at me, which is everyday." I smile, taking his face in my hands.
"It's okay, I understand. Let's go downstairs and have some breakfast." I say, as calmly as I can. "Darcy will be there, and I'll talk to her, calmly. The boys will be there too, and it'll be fun to have breakfast together after so long." Harry nods his head, even though he doesn't look fully satisfied. Sighing, I head towards the door.
"I'll change and meet you downstairs." Harry says from behind me as I exit the room.
"Okay!" I yell, heading down the hallway towards the elevators.