My True Soulmate (Harlena Fanfiction)

New Years Gift

A/N I hate being like everyone else and saying Happy New Years because, I don't know, it's typical and everyone says it which kind of annoys me. So instead of saying Happy New Years, I'm giving you a small chapter to read about a New Years Eve with Harry and Darcy.

Picture this... Darcy is healthy and recovered from the car accident and there's no family drama or just Ashton in general. Buddy is cancer-free and Darcy's dad is alive and the law doesn't exist. Darcy and Harry are just like every 20 year old couple (picture it) spending New Years Eve together.

Harry

I love New Years Eve. Always have, always will. To me, it's like a fresh start that seems impossible to make in the middle of the year. Darcy doesn't like New Years, though. She always has everything in check but it's not the meaning that she doesn't like - it's the kissing and hugging. She doesn't like to be surrounded by crowds of PDA.

Let's just say, that all changed when her and I started dating because now she's a part of that crowd.

This is our first New Years together and I'm glad to see what this new year holds for us. It's another year to spend with the love of my life. Darcy and I live together in my apartment - penthouse, as Darcy calls it - so we've invited our families and friends for a holiday party.

The penthouse is decorated in golden and black streamers, table clothes, paper sprinkles, and all that good holiday decoration stuff. It was 5:30 and people were supposed to show up at 6 so I left Darcy to get ready in our room. I dressed in the bathroom, not wanting her to see what I was wearing because I knew she would love it.

I wore everything she loved on me. A long sleeved white button down, unbuttoned half way, my black skinny jeans, and black leather boots. I wore it to a date one time and she told me it suited me best and she fell in love with it. My hair was pulled behind my ear on one side and flowed down on the other. The way she loved it.

I was sat on the couch, playing with the rings of my fingers when I heard the click of our bedroom door opening. I stood up, ready to see what Darcy was wearing. When I did turn around, my mouth widened and dried. In a good way, that is. In a very good way.

The love of my life stood in front o me, dressed in a clean white button down tucked into a flowy, black, floral print skirt with velvet ankle boots to go with it. Her hair was curled in perfect ringlets, split at the arch of her left eyebrow. I love it when she chooses not to wear makeup so I'm guessing that's why she wore only mascara. Darcy is beautiful - always - but there was something about her that made her look like the brightest shining star in a dark night sky. Maybe it was the cherry red lipstick or the shiny hoop ring that found it's way back into her nose or how tan the outfit made her look. She didn't look like a Barbie and she didn't look like a manikin. She looked like a Rose in a garden of Daisies.

I checked her out as she checked me out and I swear my ribcage should've been broken by now with how hard my heart is pounding at the sight of her beauty. Nothing else mattered in the world but her. Nothing. She was my light when I was in the dark. She was my mermaid in a sea of sharks. I know this is a bit much to think about just by seeing Darcy dressed up but it's more than that. I never stop thinking about her importance in my life and my love for her. To see her looking dolled up and breathtaking - just for me (and the party but we all know she's dressed up for me *insert smirk emoji*) - makes all these thoughts jumble around 10 times faster in my head.

"You look beautiful, m'lady." Darcy joked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I laughed. "And you look handsome, my man."

Her head tilted back as she let out a loud, perfect laugh. The beautiful sound was music to my ears. "I love you so much." Darcy sang.

"I love you a whole lot more." I sang back.