That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

* D a r cy *

     Tears were still slightly blurring my vison but still managed to see his green eyes wide open. He saved me. Everything was a rush, I didn't know what was happening, my heart was racing, and slowly, yet slowly. My eyes began to freely get heavy without any stop, I had no strength to do anything or move to awaken my body.

"Can you catch me?" I whispered weakly.

       Before I knew it, I black out.

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     It was one of those what happen? moments when my eyes began to flutter open. Was it morning? Was it a dream? I squeeze my eyes shut then fully open them. It was so cliché that I imagined that co-worker in front of me. I hope it's not another dream consisting him because I don't even talk to him or like him. So why dream?

"Why are you appearing in my dreams." I whine and slightly slap his face.

     That co-worker remained quiet and flinch.

"Even in my dreams you are speechless." There was something that made me feel I was not dreaming because; one, I can feel pain from my head and two, dreams that can't necessarily feel so real. Or could they!!?

     As soon as I realize, I jerk away from him because he was still arms around me. Yet, he held me close. The thing is when I tug away he squeezed harder. Then took a look at my surroundings and I was at my house.

// Back foward to That Co-Workers P.O.V. when Darcy fainted. //

     The words that she spoke fell so dilegently. Tears were still lightly flowing down her cheeks and my heart, my eyes saw my beautiful Meleani. When she passed away in my eyes. Darcy, looked like her and that scares me. Still, my support held her.

     Nosy people began to surround this little scene, adding the people who were with her in this club. Why would they take Darcy to this? Do they know she was Mother Mary there. They looked at me when my arms held around her and carried her bridal style, making them gasp. "Pshh", I let it out loudly at them and walk towards my car.

     She heard four words out of me, that is, if she remembers them. I sure hope she didn't because I haven't spoke to anyone my age for eight years. Since.. Meleani.

"Can You Catch Me?" Echoed in my head because it sounded so helpless.

    Once we got there, I take a look at her and examine her pure innocent face. People like me don't deserve innocent people like her. I really don't. Without a trance, I knock on her door and there opened her mother, I assume. The ladies eyes widen and begins to panics. I have no choice but to speak.

"Ummm," I began not really use to speaking to those I don't know. "She fainted."

     Her mother quickly told me to stay with Darcy and rushed out the door to get some medicine. But before she rushed out the door, what caught my attention was that she was searching for money. Is Darcy a commoner?

* D a r c y * (Present)

"Why are you here?" He seems like an angel. 

     He says no word.

     Then I remembered, those four not so  pleasing, not so worth smiling, but those words fall from his mouth before I totally lost it.

"You spoke to me." His eyes widen and disagreed.

"Yes you did." I look up at him and by which he let go of me.

     Once in my feet, I take a look at him because I was expecting him to be mean like in movies, you know? No, he is a total different charisma and persona beyond compare to these cheesy romantic movies.

"Romantic Movies?" I mentally think. By embarrassment, I said that quite loudly. "Um, sorry." I bite my lip and remove my hair out of my face. That Co-Worker just stared at me and I was a bit creeped out.

     Then he walked away, hearing my front door close.

He is British.

He is sweet.

He smokes.

    

     He is still very mysterious but I am fixing the confusing peices.

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