It's Not Love (Book 2)

2 - "Stop! Your hurting me!"

"This is gonna be harder than I thought," I said.

Welcome back to BABD2, now known as It's Not Love, AKA INL!! I changed the name and cover, I hope you guys like it. This chapter the drama starts. Ooh! Let's get on with it, shall we? GET READING!

Darcy's p.o.v
1 week later

Me and Jack have been on our honey moon for a week now and today is his birthday!

I climbed out of the bed slowly and walked out of the room. I grabbed the phone (supplied by the hotel) and dialed room service.

"Hello, Hola," the man said.

"Hello, can I get room service?" I asked.

"Sure, what would you like?" He asked. I quickly ordered Jack's favorite breakfast and hung up the phone. I went into the room and grabbed a tank top and jean shorts. I grabbed my favorite red laced bra and matching panties. I changed and left the room. I grabbed my phone going through my instagram (A/N if you wanted to know my instagram it's _larry_stylinson_is_happening_ if you wanted to, you could follow me, it's larry stylinson based claerly so... Yeah). There was a knock at the door.

"Room service!" A voice called. I stood from the couch and opened the door. A bell boy pushed a cart in.

"Thank you," I said. He nodded and I handed him $20.

"I can't take this," he said trying to hand it back to me.

"No take it," I said.

"Thank you," he said leaving the room. I opened the tops and grinned. He's going to love this. I walked into our room and over to the bed. I pecked his lips.

"Happy birthday!" I cheered. He yawned and smiled at me. He kissed me and I moaned into his mouth. "I ordered breakfast," I said against his lips. He hummed and continued kissing me. "Your foods gonna get cold," I said pulling away. He pouted at me and I giggled.

"It's my birthday come on!" He whined.

"Later," I purred. I left the room and sat on the couch. He came miniutes later fully dressed.

"Breakfast is served birthday boy," I said. I handed him a plate and a glass of red wine.

"It's a bit early for wine, no?" He said.

"Who cares, it's your nineteenth birthday!" I said.

"True," he said taking a sip. I grabbed my own plate and glass. I sipped the wine.

"This is pretty good," I said.

"Aren't you a bit young?" He teased. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Does it look like I care?" I said. He laughed at my answer.

"You remembered my favorite I see," he gestured to the plate. I hummed.

"How could I forget you love chocolate chip pancakes, bacon strips, and coffee, tea, or wine for breakfast?" I asked. "What kind of wife would I be?"

"Thank you baby," he said. I pecked him on the lips and took a bit of my breakfast. I sipped on my wine. We continued to eat in comfortable silence.

"I think we're out of wine," I giggled at the two empty bottles. He laughed with me.

"You know," he paused. "I miss Xavier," he said with tears in his eyes.

"He will always be in your heart," I said. He nodded sadly. I sighed. "I feel like it's my fault," I said. "I mean like if I knew about him I would have been taking more vitamins and he would have been healthy," I said. A year fell down my cheek.