Darcy // h.s

15: Misunderstanding

After my shift at the Brukhart's family resturaunt, I was more than tired. You'd think that being a waitress wouldn't be hard work. but Friday nights were always packed with families waiting for their huge orders. I shrugged off my work outfit and replaced it with a pair of comfortable worn out jeans and a t shirt. These past days I hadn't really had time to think about Harry with everything going on, and now as I finally got the chance to actually sit down it made me giddy thinking about him. In four days I'd finally get to see him again.

  I was about to start eating my Ramel noodles when I heard the shrill ringing of the doorbell. I groaned. All I wanted was a little bit of peace and quiet. This whole week had been filled with working overtime and getting bombarded by people I didn't know who were wondering about the case. They didn't really care about me, though, they just wanted to know gossip. It sickened me and made me feel more of an outsider, like I wasn't a part of the world they were in.

  I reluctantly hopped off of the couch and opened the door to see Nathan smiling down at me. He was wearing ripped dark wash jeans and a plain white t shirt. I couldn't help but admit that he looked really handsome, and maybe if it weren't for Harry and my feelings for him, then maybe I would have developed some feelings for him. There was just something edgy about him that I didn't like, and it made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

  "Before you shut the door, let me explain." Nathan pleaded, his grey blue eyes piercing into mine. I couldn't help but compare them to Harry's, and even though his were beautiful, Harry beat him by a mile. I ran hand hand through my hair. Maybe if Tiff was here she'd help me out and tell me what to do, and I honestly just wanted to be lazy and eat my noodles. Something about him today made me feel indifferent, and before I knew it I slipped into the hallway with my noodles.

  "Ramen noodles?" Nathan chuckled. I could feel my face flush as I threw a noodle at his face "I'm sorry. But I need to come here to explain things to you."

  Explain what? You tried stealing from the place where I work. I couldn't forgive you for that.

  Half of me wanted to forgive him, though. The way he looked was distracting me, and I found myself getting lost in his eyes again. He didn't seem to mind, though, and as far as I'm concerned he thought I was just thinking through what I was going to say.

  "Fine." I spit out. "What?"

  "I'm not a theif, Darcy. I'm not exactly well off and I was trying to get money for my younger sister. She's got Cebral Palsy." He admitted. For some strange reason, I was believing him. Something about how somber and sincere he was told me to. His eyes had a distant and watery look that made me unsure if he was about to cry or not, but before I could really tell I was speaking.

  "Are you sure? You're really telling me the truth?" I demanded. He nodded honestly, running his fingers through his hair. I bit my lip. He was telling the truth, no doubt. I could just tell that he was telling the truth. And if he really was some sort of stubborn theif, why did he help me that day when we were having the storm? Theives didn't think about other people.

  "I promise. And I want to make it up to you." Nathan said. "Your friend Tiff told me about the party you were going to and how you need a dress, so I['m taking you dress shopping." He said sheepishly. I laughed, slurping a noodle into my mouth. Me modeling fancy dresses for a boy I'd known for two weeks? No way. Tiff was trying to kill me, no doubt. She would never set this up with me unless she was trying to make me embarrassed for life.

  But maybe she wanted me to get over Harry, too? Was she really just trying to be a good friend and look out for me?

  "I'm s-sorry." I stuttered. "But you've got to go now. I've already got a dress, anyway." I lied. Honestly, I was in need of a dress for the party. But having Nathan help me pick it out, and worse; having to see me in a dress? Ugh. Not going to happen, not ever.

  "Too late, I've already quit work for the day. You're coming with me." Nathan smiled. I rolled my eyes, and he laughed. I didn't realize how close our faces were, and if I moved a few inches our heads would hit.

  At the sudden realization that we were so close, I looked up right at him just in time. Nathan was leaning in to me, and before I knew it we were kissing.

  ****

  I can't believe how horribly I'd misunderstood Nathan. For the next hours that followed, I had completely forgot about Harry Edward Styles. I forgot all about my good Ramen noodles and let Nathan take me out to go dress shopping in the city.

  I unzipped the purple dress that I had just tried on, which had gotten a thumbs up from Nathan, and slipped on the flowy dark blue satin dress that he had picked out. There was a small zipper at the size, and I hoisted it up with my eyes closed before opening them and inspecting myself in the mirror. The dress came to my knee and the skirt part of it was flowy. I had to admit, Nathan knew how to pick dresses.

  I opened the curtain and walked out barefooted to where Nathan was sitting with his phone. I twirled once and waited for him to give it a yes or a no.

  "No. I liked the last dress better." He finally decided. I groaned, trudging back to the dressing room to try on the next dress. The lady at the front desk had been watching us the whole time, and I could tell she was growing impatient because we'd been here for two hours and gone through a million dresses.

  I slid the dress off of my back and put on the next, which was a lighter blue color. It wasn't as bouncy as the last one, and there weren't any straps to deal with. I liked it, it looked simple and sweet. I could tell that with Nathan this was the trend that he was going for, and I prayed that this would be the last dress that I had to try on.

  I walked out of the dressing room and spun again, watching Nathan's facial expressions. He was more mysterious and hard to read, but there was a giant smile plastered on his face that told me I wouldn't have to try on any more dresses.

  "That's the one." He said. "What do you think?"

  "I love it. Now let's get out of here." I laughed. He smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before I went back to the dressing room to change back into my normal clothes. I heard my phone buzzing in my pocket and looked to see that it was Harry. My heart started pounding in my chest like it normally did, and I tried to force myself that I didn't care.

  But secretly, I knew I still did.

 

  So Nathan's a good guy! What do you think, Dathan or Darry? And now that you see Nathan is a good person, what do you think will happen? Thank you for the 217,000 reads. It makes me so happy seeing the number of reads is bright red. I love all of you, thank you for getting me this far<3

  ~Delilah c: