Thank to all the reviews that I have received, they were all fantastic. This chapter is only going to be short and I will probably revise it. I have not written for a very long time because of college work so please excuse me if it's incredibly bad. I'm awfully sorry if it's boring also I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things.

I was intoxicated, and Mr Darcy had seen me! The Darcy of Pemberley, the man I loved had seen me drunk off brandy. If he loved me before, he certainly did not now. He probably wished for a wife like Miss Bingley who would act with decorum, and not let herself become drunk from five glasses of brandy. Neither would she draw pictures, rather unflattering pictures of her relatives or people around her. This was a disaster, and it was all my fault. How was I ever to face Mr Darcy again? If Jane is truthful it is most likely to be very soon.

I began smoothing down my hair and making sure I looked presentable. I quickly ran towards my dresser and did my utmost best to make myself look beautiful. It would not do if Mr Darcy visited me again in my bedchamber and I did not look calm and poised, and alluring. It certainly would not do if I wore my heart in my eyes for him to see, I would not wish to put him into the awkward position of telling me he did not love me. Especially after the spectacle I had made of myself the evening. He would certainly never claim he loved me ever again, that one moment when he spoke those words "in vain I have struggled it will not do, my feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you". Even if the circumstances surrounding this declaration were not to my particular taste - in my dreams I had proclaimed back that I loved him too, and that I would love to live in Pemberley, and have little Fitzwilliam and Jane Darcy running bout but that was not likely to ever come true- but I would always remember them. Even when I was an old and married spinster looking after Jane's many beautiful and happy children I would think of that and my stomach would still drop, and my toes would involuntarily curl. I should imagine that when Bingley and Jane marry I will come into a lot of contact with my Dearest Mr. Darcy. How would I cope when he fell in love with another woman? That is of course if he was not already. I would see him at the wedding, and all the while through the service look longingly at the altar wishing that I were to become Mrs Darcy, and I too could be up there with Jane, with Darcy by my side till death do us part.

Oh why did I have to fall in love with him? How could I have so miss understood him in the first place? He was such a kind, and thoughtful gentleman. How could I ever have compared him to Wickham? Wickham! The man who partly destroyed my happiness, he poisoned me against Mr Darcy, and now it appears I am paying the price. The tables have turned it is now I who has the requited love, I am now hopelessly in love with Mr Darcy. It seems I have been fighting it off for the longest while, denying to everyone and even to myself that I barely liked him. I was attracted to him from the start of our acquaintance but after his slight of me I thought he would not be interested in me so I fought my attraction. I was continually finding it difficult to not be drawn to him, he was incredibly handsome and even his appalling manners could not hide this. I could not help but notice the way the stark blackness of his attire made his presence even more illuminating, and gave his maddening watchful eyes much more depth. It was almost a relief when Mr Wickham told me of his misgivings towards him, and I then had another reason to hate Mr Darcy even if the attraction was still there.

As you can imagine my shock when he proposed, the man I had fought my attraction for was proclaiming that he loved me. Instead of being flattered, and perhaps even a little happy I grew angry! How dare he treat me in such a manner these past few months if he loved me so ardently! How dare he do what he did to my dearest Jane! I of course now regret acting in such a brash manner towards him, but somehow I am not all that regretful though. I would not have found out his true worth, or Wickham's conduct towards his gentle sister Georgiana. Who upon on our first meeting had such a sweet her about air that it could only reflect back towards her elder brother's affection and love for her. Which was apparent in his face every time he looked at her. Was this look similar to what he had previously given to me? A look that I had grievously misinterpreted, and could now only wish and hope to receive a fraction of it upon his face. Instead he would now receive such a look from me, and I only hope that he does not notice, or care enough too. If Mr. Darcy came visit me in my bedchamber, which mother will have course allowed with thoughts of him falling madly in love with me. You're too late mama, as was I. I did not realise his worth until far too late, I can only hope now that he can view me as a friend.

A gentle knock my door brought me out of my reverie, I jumped in fear. What if it was Mr Darcy? Oh Mr Darcy would not be calling on me so early, he was probably not that eager. However I do wonder what I said to him to make him call upon me. Maybe Jane was mistaken in her assumption that it was not Mr Darcy here, but Mr Bingley. I would not be surprised he was such a loving fiance, I wonder what Mr Darcy would like? Oh I can not be thinking so especially if Mr Darcy is on the other side, I do not want him seeing me blush, thinking of how kind, gentle and attentive he would be. How he would take me in his arms, and ELIZABETH! Stop this, this instant.

"Come in" I called weakly. Dreading and wishing that it was Mr. Darcy on the other side. Jane slowly walked in, and I felt a wash disappointment so Jane was mistaken Mr Darcy was not here to call on me.

"Mr Darcy is here to visit you Lizzy. I shall leave you two alone because it is what Mama wishes." She looked extremely pleased which vexed me greatly.

Jane stepped from the room, and suit the door. There standing in her place was a very nervous but extremely handsome Mr Darcy with a soft smile on his face. He stopped at the sight of me, and I felt my cheeks begin to burn and I immediately put my hands on my face to cool them down. This however made him start forward in concern, and a very messy monologue ensued.

"Miss Bennet….are you still unwell? Perhaps it would benefit your health if you would sit back down on your bed….or lie down……whichever……is most…..satisfactory to you. I hope I have not….disturbed you in anyway. I had hoped you would be feeling much better, and I would be able to talk to you. I see now that this was not a good idea. Would it suit you better if I came tomorrow instead? Or in fact not at all? I will do whatever you ask of me Eliz….Miss Bennet. You need only ask."

The expression of confusion and fright on the poor man's face made me fall in love even more deeply, and my heart ached. Standing in front of me in my bedchamber was the man who owned my heart, and the only man I would ever want to spend the rest of my life with, and the only man I would ever love. He however did not love me back. Oh why had he come? Did I by some unfortunate reason state that I loved him and he was here to tell me not to feel so. If you have Mr Darcy you yourself must know that feelings cannot be repressed.

"No I am feeling quite well Mr. Darcy. Would you care to explain why you are here?"

Could it be possible that I had misunderstood her? That she only said those wonderful and heart melting things to me because she was drunk? Oh Elizabeth have I not understood you again? Has it all been conjured by my wishful and hopeful mind or my heart which is craving for your love and attention?

"If you wish for me to do so Miss Bennet?"

"Yes I do Mr Darcy. You should know me well enough from our acquaintance that I like to know things. So if you would not mind?"

Believe me Elizabeth I know you far better than you think, every chance I have ever had I have watched you. Learnt things about you, you are closer to your father than your mother. You think she borders on the ridiculous, but you obviously care about her. Like you do with your silly sisters.

"Miss Bennet as you are probably well aware you were slightly intoxicated"

"Yes I am well of that fact thank you, Mr Darcy" said Elizabeth coldly and briskly.

Why so cold Elizabeth can you not see that I love you?

To hopefully be continued. Please tell me what you think. Whether or not this is good or bad. I would just appreciate the feedback. I've decided to write this tonight, and hopefully if anyone wants a third and probably final chapter I will complete soon.

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