"Look, Lizzie…" Darcy started. The Little restaurant where they found themselves having lunch was right across the park. It was small and difficult to see from a distance. But Lizzie loved it. She had been worried about him taking her to a fancy five stars restaurant; she was definitely not dressed up for that. The date, term that was still in discussion, had been great: they talked, they laughed, Lizzie laughed a lot and discovered a new side of William Darcy that she was already starting to love. She was also very pleased when she discovered he had dimples. Adorable squishy cheeks that formed dimples.
"I came here for two days; tomorrow I'm going back to San Francisco. I have to run the company, even if I don't want to. I really don't want to." His face was suddenly serious and it only made Lizzie feel worse. She couldn't leave, Lydia wasn't completely over George and she had to be with her. Her mother wasn't perfectly fine either, after the "incident" was solved, they told her everything and almost had a crisis. She couldn't leave.
"Oh… of course, I mean, I… I understand" She didn't know what to say, she was certain that they already were boyfriend and girlfriend and she just wanted to sit on the floor, hug his leg and shout don't leave me! She decided to jump to conclusions and assume he would dump her immediately if she did that.
"I think you didn't understand what I meant. Come with me. You can stay at the condo. And work for Pemberley, of course." His eyes flickering a little.
"I really, really want to…"
"But?"
"I have to be with Lydia… and my mother… until I know they're ok. I don't want to make the same mistakes I made before, I would never forgive myself if Lydia does something like that ever again, and to avoid that I have to be with her and make her see that she has her sister"
"I understand." His voice had a hint of disappointment.
"I'm going to miss you a lot, you know…"
"Me too… will you come? When everything is settled?"
"I'd love that" She squeezed his hand.
They went out for a walk until they found their selves at Lizzie's door. She climbed one step so she was more in line with his height. They stared at each other for minutes, (although felt like seconds) and then kissed.
"We'll Skype, and text, and call and everything, ok?" She said, her arms still grasping his shoulders.
"Every day."
"When's your flight?"
"Ten in the morning."
"Will you… call me when you land?"
He giggled a little at the thought of Lizzie Bennet getting all worried about him.
"Don't laugh at me!" She wanted to sound offended but she was laughing too. His dimples made her laugh. He kissed her more passionately this time, they knew it was the last kiss.
"I will. I'll see you soon Lizzie"
"I'll see you soon"
They smiled at each other and went their separate ways.
"O.M.G. Lizzie! He's totes handsome and rich and yours!"
"Oh my God Lydia! You were watching? You're such a creeper!"
She was going to nag her but, she had missed that Lydia so much, it just made her happy.
"I guess you can throw the list away"
"What list?"
"Reasons why Lizzie Bennet is perpetually single, Lydia"
"No way sis, not until you get a giant rock on your finger!"
"What?! Lydia Britney Bennet, what are you? Your mother's daughter?!" She teased.
They laughed and sock slid just like old times, now those moments seemed like gold to Lizzie. The next day Lizzie woke up at 8 am and realized that again, she had nothing to do. I need to get a job. Then she remembered her conversation with Darcy, that man had given her a place to live, a job and himself. What's not to love? Then she thought that he was probably at the airport by then, so she grabbed her phone and without second guessing she sent a text message to William.
-Already missing you. How's the airport?
At the other side of the city, William Darcy smiles, as he reads it.
-Miss you too. Really crowded. Hope I can catch up with some work on the plane.
-William Darcy working? Never saw that coming! Luckily, I planned ahead.
-What do you mean?
-Check the right pocket of your luggage.
Darcy opened the zipper and found a book: The Snowstorm, by Leo Tolstoy.
-Quick fingers those that you have. When?
-In the car, when you forgot your wallet. Your luggage was in the trunk I think you'll like it.
-Thank you Lizzie. I must board now, I'll call you when I land
William Darcy boarded, book in hand, already thinking how much he was going to love that book.
Thank you so much for reading. It means a lot. If you review even more! ;)
PS: No, it doesn't end here.
PS 1: I KEEP FINDING TYPOS. It's so. Annoying. I'm sorry, I'll try to keep them at a minimum.
PS 2: I took Tensai-Teki Kuroneko (Of course I copy-pasted that nickname, hehe) And tried to use less full stops, hopefully I got it right, thank you.
