A/N: Hey! This is my first LBD fanfic, but not my first fanfic overall. I kept telling myself not to get so obsessed, that the series was still going, that these people are very real-or well, the actors are. Fanfiction about Youtube videos was always weird to me, but oh my god. I could. not. resist.

Since the series is still going, this is a future fic. Assuming Darcy and Lizzie get married;) haha. Takes place at Pemberly, where Lizzie got a permanent job.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: all i wanted was Darcy but noooo. I don't got nothin.

I stomped into my office, and closed the door loudly. I'm sure everyone walking past, cringed. I was hardly ever angry enough to slam my door, much less stomp. If if ever did, I hoped people were sensible enough to know to stay away. I threw myself into my chair and put my head in my hands, taking deep shuddering breaths.

Tentatively, someone knocked on the door.

"Lizzie?" My secretary called through the mahogany wood.

I knew she was just coming to tell me I had two meetings today, and that I had a huge amount of paperwork due, but I had to have a few minutes to collect myself until I spoke to anyone face to face.

"Hi Elyse," I called back, "Can you give me ten minutes?"

"Of course," Responded Elyse, worry seeping into her usually perky voice.

Salty tears leaked out through my fingers and dropped onto a page of handwritten notes, smearing the ink. The day was already terrible, and I could tell it wasn't going to get any better. Especially because I was crying off all my eye makeup, and my face was swollen and blotchy.

Suddenly, my door flew open. I didn't look up, but I heard Elyse trying to keep whoever opened the door from bothering me.

"Miss, she seemed upset and asked for a bit of privacy, I wouldn't-"

"Oh don't worry," I heard Gigi interrupt. "I'll fix her."

And with that, the door shut behind Gigi, and I heard her pull up the extra chair and sit down next to me.

Carefully trying not to make my makeup any worse, I wiped the tears off my cheeks.

"What, Gigi?" I asked, realizing my voice had came out harshly. "Sorry, that was mean." I added apologetically.

"Oh I don't care! You're obviously upset. So tell me, what's going on with you and William?"

"Did he tell you?" I sniffled.

"No," Gigi said, annoyed. "And that's why I came to see you. Apparently he came into the office really angry and cold, and snapped at his secretary. Then when I went into his office because I got you guys coffee when I Starbucks this morning, and I was gonna give it to him, he shouted at me and told me to come back later."

My eyes widened. "His temper really is awful, sorry he shouted at you." I sympathized. And then, crossing my arms with a huff I added, "But still, he has no right to be angry with me."

Gigi just coked her head to the side in curiosity, and I nervously pulled the sleeves of my cardigan around my fists for comfort. My coffee she had brought me sat, neglected and steaming, so I took it and sipped it, fearing it would go to waste if I didn't. I wasn't looking up at her, but I felt Gigi looking at me with concerned eyes.

"Well," she began, "aren't you gonna tell me what happened?"

I sighed, setting down the cup. "I guess I might as well. So last night at dinner we were talking, and I don't remember specifically about what we were actually talking about. But anyways, I had said something about one of my coworkers, and I guess it wasn't very nice, but it was true! So next thing Will is criticizing me out of the blue for being too judgmental of people, and saying terrible things about them without even talking to them. And of course, you know what he's hinting at! He knows I didn't mean any of that stuff I said about him, and I feel really bad about saying it. He can't just use that against me when he feels I'm not being fair! Honestly, he could probably think of so many other things, but being Darcy," I sneered his-our last name. "he chose the worst thing."

"So I got defensive, and told him that he was just too proud to think he's innocent by the means of being prejudiced. Obviously from there things got...bad. We were yelling and slamming a lot of things, and he ended up sleeping on the couch.

"So, this morning, neither of us were speaking to each other. I had planned to take my car, and he would take his instead of carpooling like usual, but of course I forgot I didn't have enough gas. So I had to ride with him, and as soon as I got into his car, we were fighting again, worse than before. By the time I got here, I had just had enough." I finished with a deep breath, my voice shaking. My eyes stung with tears again, and I looked up to prevent them from falling.

Gigi was painfully quiet, looking around my desk, eyes falling on the photo of Darcy and I on or wedding day, then on my ring. Her eyes were sad, for a reason I couldn't really understand.

I broke the silence with weepy words. "I'm terrible aren't I? I am too judgmental, and I probably deserve the things he said, after all the shit I did to him." I fanned at my eyes to stop them from overflowing.

"No, no, no! Lizzie." Gigi looked at me sternly. "That's not it, don't say that! I was just thinking how...you know what? Never mind. I'll go get William."

She got up and yanked open the door too quickly for me to protest, but her intentions we're too late. My husband stood at the door, poised to knock, looking shocked.

"Gigi," he sputtered.

"Oops, excuse me, sorry!" She squeaked. Side-stepping past him, she pushed him inside my office and shut the door. Leaving him with me.

We stood there for just a moment, before I practically flung myself into his arms. "Will," I breathed into his shirt.

His arms wrapped around me, and I felt his whole body relax. "Lizzie," He responded. I looked up at him, and he wiped a stray tear from my cheek with his index finger. "Lizzie, I," he paused, choosing his words, and eventually chose the plainest ones he could think of, which I was thankful for. "I'm sorry."

"Oh please, I should be apologizing." I rolled my eyes at him, but really hearing him apologize was all I needed.

He merely shook his head, his hand tucking my hair behind my ear, then cupping my face in a way that he was pulling it closer to his. I gave him a small smile, loosening his tie gently, and resting my arms on his shoulders, my hands at the back of his neck. His hands tangled in my hair, our foreheads touching, and at last, I closed the gap between our lips.

A/N: Hi again, how was it? Was it okay? Was it so out of character? I feel like it was. But whatever. Leave me a review of what your thoughts were! Also, I'm planning on writing more one-shots, so suggestions are SO WELCOME! Let me know what you think.

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