That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Sixty-One

Chapter Sixty-One

* H a r r y *

About an hour ago after Darcy and I parted, I was left inside my room thinking about us. Darcy and I, or should I say, Mary. But whatever, she enlightens me. It is crazy how idiotically shy I get when I decide to grab her or when I kiss her in between. Though we are gentle about touching, it just drives me insane, making me fall on my knee's. The feeling is fantastic, exploding fireworks, the sparks, and the jitter of happiness after. It was all there, when I am near Darcy.

I could hear my three female cousins talk in the guest room where Darcy slept in last night. Was it crazy that I wanted to see her now? To bad she doesn't have her damn pink girly phone right now because of Jason. Which in fact, he should be on the way for a little visit in jail after calling the police department when I entered.

Groaning, I get off my bed then walked toward my window that perfectly viewed hers. She left it open, and I was eager to see if she was still awake. Judging from a little dimmed light inside, I can tell she was.

I stood there with a mischievous grin, waiting if she can pop-up but she never did.

The moment morning hit Chicago, around 6:45 A.M. with little complaining, I walk over to my closet, getting my new long coats and new brown dark boots. I had my night clothes on, but I really didn't care, and much less about my hair. I'm pretty sure Darcy wouldn't mind seeing me like this.

It wasn't long before I shivered my way over to Darcy's patio, sitting on her swing bench just waiting for her to leave for school.

My body quickly reacted when I heard a creak from the door opening. Expediously, I stood upon my feet and found myself, fixing my hair, rubbing my lips, and rubbing my eyes. It's little things I get shy about, and now I began to regret coming here really early looking like this.

When I saw Darcy head out, I was blown away. Why would she dress so damn pretty on a fucking Monday? A mint blue fucking dress, white dress-like coat, thick black fucking tights, and white keds.

"Mary?" I call out, taking her by surprise and she flashed a big smile.

"HARRY!" She chirped so loudly and jumped happily.

Was this her happy reaction because she only saw me?

She jumped, throwing her arms around my neck, making it hard to react. Stiffly I stood, while she jumped excitedly, knowing I am here to kiss her goodbye and tell her to have a good at at school. But when she noticed me not react, she immediately took a step back with red on her cheeks. "Sorry." Darcy shyly retorts. "I guess I was really happy you came."

My face was still processing how happy she reacted when she saw me. It was the same feeling I had last night by only wanting to see her, and hold her. It was super rare for me to do things like that again.

I couldn't fight the fantastic feeling I had when I see her now. My stomach whirling in butterflies, getting an electric rush when lips touch, it's just simply perfect. I fucking adore it.

Though there she stood, right before my eyes, Darcy waiting for me to talk because of her merry expression awhile ago. It was uncomfortable for her as she patiently waited, but the more she stared, the more intensive our eye contact kept balance. It was connected, sensing her nervousness as I began to walk towards her.

"I'm going to be late Harry." She sounded lightly upset yet very nervous, and the nervousness took lead from her emotion.

Darcy gulped loudly, taking a few small steps back, making her the shy one.

Yet I kept walking to her, with eyes locked, watching her blink numerously while taking step after step backwards. Then it wasn't long before she crashed into her wall. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

And I didn't reply to her nervous response but to lock her over me, applying some sort of connection upon the closeness he had in between. As we stood close, there was two things I wanted to do, one - putting our bodies completely pressed, or two; kiss her right now. There I took the chance, and did both.

My hand took her from the back, pushing her upwards for our bodies to completely touch only our stomach and lightly our chests. My lips caught hers, moving them very slowly, and very mellow. Our bodies body felt by felt relaxed and comfortable while we twisted our lips in perfect sync. The taste of her lips of minty strawberry was a delicious treat to my mouth, giving her no taste in mine.

We continued to glide our lips slowly, holding onto her mid back, plus hearing our loud 'kiss noises.' Then the rush inside made me hold her closer and tighter, making me hard to stop. Yeah, it was slow and passionate, but I began to kiss her slightly harder now, pressing her impossibly closer, hearing her laugh and girly push me away.

"My fucking gosh." I gulped. "I am so fucking sorry." My cheeks felt as if they were burning.

Her hand wiped her mouth, making me slightly uneasy and angry. She wiped it off her sleeve but with a gentle smile. "Slow is better, Harry."

My hand took her from both of her cheeks, wiping the corner of her mouth. She looked bewildered at my sudden reaction, and I kissed her once again, making sure the light wetness I left her awhile ago was there after she wiped it. Once the feeling of her hands hug my waist, it made me feel a sort of security or care, and knew she is serious of this 'relationship.'.

I took it slowly again, and very slowly, more like being delicately at each glide with my hand grabbing on to the side of her face. I ended the kiss with a long light tempting kiss, pulling my lips away, and saw Darcy with eyes closed; motionless.

Seconds later, she opened her eyes, and almost lost her balance. She took a long focusing look at me, bringing her hand to rest on my cheek.

"Don't wipe my saliva off your lips." I retort more like a demand. "It offended me."

Darcy lightly giggles, "Sorry." She likes her lips. "Thanks for coming by and for the kiss. See you later?"

"Of course you will." I reply with confidence. "Get going, Mary."

* D a r c y *

Happily I walk towards my hangout spot in the morning instantly feeling Graces arms wrap around me.

"Darcy!" She shouts with glee, ignoring the states she earned. "I texted you, but you didn't text back!" Grace pouts and crosses her hands across her chest.

"I lost my phone." I lie about who actually has it which was Jason. It hit me, what happen to Jason?

"Your boyfriend Jason has it?" She elbows me lightly with a mischievous smile.

Making a click noise and sigh, "Jason is not my boyfriend."

"Wait, what?" Amanda over hears not seeing her behind Grace. "You don't have a boyfriend? I though he was taking you to formal on Friday?"

"We weren't working." I lie once again, suds wily feeling my nose get longer and longer.

"Harry might go, he told me." Amanda smirks. "I want him to go with me, with that people will jealously look at me with a mysterious hot-looking guy by my side." She spoke so dreamingly.

"No." I scold without thinking. "He's going with me."

Amanda dropped her mouth, and surprisingly I didn't regret acting like - whoops - a bitch.

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OMG DARCY YOU BAD GIRL.

Also, If you have not noticed; I will be working in a new story called Foreigner! I will post prologue soon around April! But I POSTED A QOUTE! I have a feeling you guys will like it. (; ADD IT ON YOUR LIBRARIES ;D LOVE YOU.