We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Bruises

"Mamma." I look up to find Darcy entering the room. I keep my phone down, and place my full attention on Darcy. Since her kidnapping, Darcy hasn't spoken much to me. She's become pretty distant, but her relations with Harry are better. She was happy regarding Harry and my engagement. Thank God for that.
"Are you free?" Darcy asks me, fiddling with her fingers.
"Sure. What's the matter? Someone very special wants to talk to me today," I joke. Darcy gives me a small smile, and takes a seat on the couch.
"I don't want to live here anymore," Darcy says. "Singapore...is a place that I hate. After what happened with Josh, dad, and that guy who kidnapped me; I don't want to live here anymore."
"Darcy, you can't just expect Harry and I to get up and shift from one country to another, just because it holds a lot of bad memories. Life doesn't work that way." Darcy shakes her head.
"I'm not saying that you and dad have to move. I want to move."
"That's not possible. I'm sorry, but you're too young to live alone in another country." I get up, and head toward the couch.
"I don't want to live alone in another country. I want to go and live with Zahra. I've talked to her, and she wants me to come as well." Darcy says, as I take a seat beside her. "I want to go back to America."
"Darcy, it's not possible. I'm sorry. Zahra is a busy woman and I can't put your responsibilities on her. It's not possible," I say. Darcy sighs, and gets up.
"Fine, mamma. Do what you want as you always have." Darcy marches out of the room, without a second glance my way. Where the heck did this idea come from? Darcy can't expect me to let her go to another country. What's gotten into her? When Harry comes home from Malaysia, I'm going to discuss this with him, and hopefully he'll be able to knock some sense into our daughter. That reminds me, Harry's most probably going to reach by nine, tonight. He's spent a week in Malaysia, and I've missed him so much. Harry called every morning, afternoon and night. I remember when he told me about this trip to Malaysia.
"Mus, I've got some bad news, and some very, very bad news." Harry had said. "The bad news is that from Monday to Sunday, you'll have to live without me. I've got to go to Malaysia. And the very, very bad news is that I won't be able to spend these days without you." Heck, I even remember his exact words. It's been so long since we've been a couple, with our ups and downs for sure, but we still act like a new couple. I wonder when our romance, and love will decrease. Though I hope it doesn't. I raise my finger, taking a good long look at my engagement ring. It's beautiful. Surprisingly, it's the exact copy of the first one. I smile at the thought of Harry choosing this ring for me. He's the best thing that has happened to me, though he's definitely in competition with Darcy. Suddenly, my phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Hello." I say, already knowing that it's Zahra, due to the caller id.
"You've upset my niece," Zahra says. Oh, so she already got the complain.
"Niece? Since when?" I ask her, laughing.
"Since I decided to make Darcy my niece. Mus, you've got to let her come and stay." Zahra whines like a little child.
"Ah, so you're the cause of this stupid idea." I say, realization dawning on me. "Do you even hear yourself when you speak? Darcy cannot come and live with you, it's an impossibility."
"Mus, I get so bored here. If Darcy comes and joins me, I'll get some company. Come on, nowadays Tobias is out of town as well. Please." I furrow my brow. Who the heck is this Tobias character?
"Who's Tobias?" I ask Zahra curiously.
"A...he's my...friend." Zahra says after a few seconds.
"A friend? Or your boyfriend?" I smirk to myself. Oh, the pleasure of teasing a friend when they get a new boyfriend.
"Maybe." Zahra draws out the word, and I squeal out of excitement.
"Tell me all about him. Spill!"
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I shift around on this highly uncomfortable sofa.
"Come fast," I murmur to no one. It's ten at night, and Harry still isn't here. I want to sleep, but I promised Harry that I'll be awake and waiting when he comes home. Gosh, I can't wait to wrap my arms around him, and kiss him feverishly. I've yearned for his touch, and his talks. He's a drug to me. A drug that I'm not planning to leave anytime soon. As my eyes are shutting again, I hear the lock on the front door turn. I hear the door open, and someone enter. I don't know if it's because of my sleepy state, but for some reason, I don't feel like moving and I don't.
"I'm home!" Harry whisper-yells. Immediately, all of the drowsiness washes away from my body, and I'm up in a jiffy. Throwing my phone on the couch, I run toward the front door and jump onto Harry.
"Slow down, speedy." Harry says, wrapping his arms around me. He takes a deep breath and I think he's smelling my hair. "Is it weird for me to say that I missed your scent?"
"No." I say, laughing. I can feel Harry smiling over my shoulder.
"Okay, then. I missed your scent, Mus. I missed our late night conversations. Our lame jokes, and our intimate moments." Harry says, pulling back from our tight embrace. My legs are still wound around his waist and I'm sure he's thinking that I'm acting like a monkey. However, I don't care.
"I missed you. Everything about you," I say. Without warning, Harry slams his lips against mine, and turns us around so that my back is against the wall. I wrap my hands in his hair. Gosh, I've missed this feeling. Alas, our moment is cut short, as we hear footsteps on the stairs. I break our moment by pulling my lips away from Harry's, and slide down the wall; out of his arms.
"Dad?" Darcy says, hesitantly as if she's unsure whether he's here or not.
"Darcy!" Harry exclaims, and before I can blink, Darcy crashes into Harry. Where did she come from? Wow, she's fast. "I missed you a lot."
"Me too. Mamma is so boring," Darcy says. I did not expect her to welcome Harry in this manner. However, I'm happy that she did. I can see the happiness radiating off Harry's face.
"Hey! I'm right here." I say, laughing at their happy, father-daughter moment.
"Sorry," Darcy apologizes, giggling. "How was your trip?" She takes Harry's hand in her's. I'm happy they are getting along so well.
"It was boring as hell. Because you two weren't with me." Harry says, winking at me. "Oh, and I almost forgot. I've got presents!" Darcy squeals, looking at Harry's bag as if it's made of chocolate.
"Let's take my bag upstairs, and open it." Harry says, grabbing the handle of his suitcase.
"You guys go ahead. I'll get us some lemonade, and chips," I say.
"I'll help," Harry offers. I shake my head, heading toward the kitchen. "Sure?"
"Yeah, don't worry." As I'm taking out the glasses from the cabinet, I notice a bruise on my left arm. Furrowing my brow, I bring my arm closer to inspect it. There's definitely a bruise on it, but I haven't hit my arm on anything. Whatever, I'm sure it'll be fine. I take out the glasses, ignoring the bruise. However, as I'm taking out the lemonade jug from the fridge, I notice another bruise on my right arm. Funny. I wonder what's causing these bruises.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to KAS_Is_AWESOME she seemed so excited about the last chapter and asked me to update as soon as possible. ;) thank you all for commenting and voting.