Meeting Darcy || Harry Styles (ON HIATUS + POSSIBLE REWRITING)

Chapter 10

Sick. And hurting.

Chapter 10

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"It still doesn't beat The Avengers." I protested against Marissa.

"Come on. The Ring is a lot better!" She laughed, trying to persuade me to be on her side.

"No, now one of the boys will stay with me at night because I'm afraid of hospital's now." I shivered, referring to her making me watch the first two Rings.

"I actually think that Samara was a cute little girl, but when she died..." Marissa started.

"Wait, so in the second Ring, the burning tree represents Samara living in the barn, because when Rachel and Noah went up there, they pulled off the wallpaper to reveal a tree: burned into the wood. Is that why it's a burning tree?" I asked.

"Partly. Remember when Rachel went to the cabin the day she was supposed to die, and she said that the leaves looked like they were on fire when she watched the video? That's also why it's a burning tree." She explained.

"It's a complicated movie." I shrugged off.

"I agree, but The Avengers is still better. It isn't as complicated as those movies." I nodded my head towards the Rings.

Just then, Marissa's phone went off, blaring a song.

"I'm gonna give

All my secrets away

This time

Don't need anot-"

She picked it up hastily. "Yeah?" She whispered.

I could hear a man's voice on the other end.

"Hold on a minute Darc." She smiled, basically running out of the room.

I swear on my life that when I looked over at the window I saw someone or something standing on the roof.

"I need more sleep." I muttered to myself, laying my bandaged head on the pillow, closing my eyes slightly.

"Hey." Marissa smiled softly, opening the door quietly.

"You want that off?" She asked, referring to the bandage wrapped tightly around my head.

I nodded quickly, smiling as I did.

Marissa's eyes drifted off towards the window, and her eyes widened. She basically ran over to the window, closing the barely transparent curtains hastily.

"What did you see?" I asked nervous.

"It's nothing really, I think that we need more sleep." She chuckled.

I was nervous. It made me nervous that I wasn't the only one who saw something.

"Darc, we should get some sleep." Marissa suggested, grabbing the scissors.

I looked at her worried. She laughed. "I'm not going to kill you. I'm cutting the bandage off."

"Okay." I breathed. She lightly grabbed the scissors and turned my head so she could see the part where it was connected.

"Here I go." She muttered to herself and started cutting along the line.

"Don't cut my hair." I warned her. "I will if you keep moving." She accused me.

When I finally felt a pressure being lifted off my head, I instantly felt better. I took my hand and placed it around my head, feeling for any bumps or anything.