The light seeping through the crack in the curtains and it felt as though the sun was directly above Lizzie's head. She rolled onto her other side, trying to fight the urge to open her eyes, but between the immense throbbing that was going on in her head and the want to find out what happened, she succumbed to the sun and opened them. Rubbing her eyes with the heel of her palm, she sat up weakly and studied the room. There was no sign of the bottles that she had emptied and, worse, no sign of Darcy. Was she in a different room?

Looking at the bed stand next to her, she saw two Advil laid out on a napkin, a bottle of water and a note. Before she got to the note, she swallowed the Advil and chugged the bottle of water. With a little more clarity, she studied herself in the mirror across from the bed. She was wearing the same thing as the night before and while her hair was a mess, it just looked like she had slept on it... not done anything. The fact she had very little recollection of the night before was a tad bit concerning.

Unfolding the note carefully, she saw Darcy's neat, meticulous handwriting staring back at her.

Lizzie,
Unfortunately, I got a business call early this morning. I didn't want to wake you, so I wrote the note. Breakfast is on me, I should be back around noon if you want to wait.

Yours,
William.

William? Since when had she been on a first name basis with Darcy? Glancing at the hotel clock, it was only 10:00 A.M. She pushed off the sheets and started to look for her phone, which had been squeezed between the mattress and the bed frame. Unfortunately for her, her new phone only had slightly a better battery and it was as dead as can be. Darcy had left his phone charger and so while she went to breakfast, she left her phone in the room.

Making her way into the small dining area, she spotted a familiar face. "Darcy," she said, coughing as she tried to make the act of smoothing her hair down look as casual as possible. "I thought... I thought you had a call?"

"Yes, well," he started and she noticed that much unlike herself, he looked no worse than he did last night... maybe even better, if that was possible, "it was much, much shorter than I anticipated and I didn't want to reenter the room incase you were... indecent."

"Indecent?"

"Well, in the middle of getting dressed, that sort of thing. So I've been sitting out here for awhile, I just got off the phone with Gigi. Do you want to sit," he asked, standing up to pull out her chair.

"Thank you," she said, her brows furrowing. "And thank you for the Advil and the bed... where did you sleep?" Lizzie sat down and noted that he had pulled out the chair closest to him and not the one that had been across from him.

Darcy cleared his throat, raising his hand to signal a waitress, and then said, "Well, the floor."

She covered her face in her hands, "The floor? Oh, Darcy, you should have said something. I probably was in much better floor shape than you were."

He shrugged, but before he could talk the waitress came over to ask for Lizzie's order. She ordered a large cup of coffee and a bagel, but she wasn't sure that she could keep anything down. "I feel like I made a total fool out of myself," she said, looking down at the table. "I must have acted like an idiot last night. It's why I don't drink that often. I, honestly, don't remember much."

Darcy started to laugh, "You were... charming. I probably would be in as bad of shape as you but you were quite the bottle hog."

The waitress came back with Lizzie's order and a refill for Darcy's own coffee. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you last night." At that, Darcy looked a little rejected. "No, no, I mean... I should have been able to handle George Wickham or at least been able to sit in my room while he was downstairs. I didn't mean to inconvenience you, Darcy."

"So, we're back to Darcy?" his voice had traces of disappointment in it as he looked away before regaining his composure and shaking his head. "Lizzie, when are you going to get it that you're not an inconvenience. If you hadn't had called, I would have done work from my hotel room last night. It was much more entertaining to share a few bottles of champagne with you, believe me."

Lizzie, brushing over his first comment, started to smile. The strain on her cheeks from the smile reminded her of her pounding headache and she took a sip of the coffee. "We didn't... uh... we didn't do..?"

Darcy shook his head with a slight chuckle. "I would never take advantage of that situation, Lizzie. All we did was talk and make a video which I think you deleted but I actually don't know."

Lizzie's face went pale, if that was even possible since her hungover face was already pretty ghostly. "A video?"

Back in the room, Darcy powered on his laptop and typed in Lizzie's YouTube channel. There it was, in grainy quality, a screen capture of a video that Lizzie had no recollection of making. Actually, if she thought really hard, she could remember hitting upload before she had unceremoniously fell asleep. "Oh my God," she said, as she pressed her hand over his and made him hit the play button.

Lizzie watched between her fingers as she slurred her words and called him William, so that was what his comment had been about earlier. "I need to delete this," she groaned before noticing the comments and the likes. "Except I think I would be murdered if I did."

"And then I would be without my favorite inconvenience," he bumped his shoulder against hers.

Lizzie covered her face again with her hands and flopped on her back on the bed, "I've done a lot of embarrassing things on my videos but this just might take the cake."

"Embarrassing?" he asked, not sure which part she was talking about. If it was the actual being drunk in the video or the being nice to him.

Lizzie uncovered her face and put her hands on the bed. "Just being drunk and making a video, in such low quality too! I'm never going to hear the end of this."

Darcy laid down next to her, letting his pinky hook hers. She didn't pull away which he took as a sign that their kiss outside her house hadn't been a fluke. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about it and when it would happen again.

Lizzie slid on the bed so the curves of her were aligned with the curves of him, well as best as they could. "You've really been so great through this all." She had lowered her voice, trying to still the increased heart rate that she was experiencing. "I wouldn't have been able to manage without you."

Darcy slid on to his side, running his thumb over her forehead. "You would have managed just fine, I assure you, but I was glad to be here and still be here for whatever you may need."

She followed his lead, turning to her side, and pressed her hand against his chest. "You really are great, William... Darcy."

Even though Lizzie still wasn't completely comfortable saying just William while sober, it was just the kick he needed to lean in, their chests touching, and press his lips against hers. She moved her hand to the back of his neck as she reciprocated the kiss, letting her lips part slightly before they were interrupted by the buzzing of her phone. She pulled away slightly as his lips found the skin of her neck. "We can just let it ring," she said softly and as the ringtone faded, she left out a soft sigh until it started up two seconds later.

Darcy pulled away this time and rolled to his back. "You should get that," he told her, rubbing his hand down her arm.

She nodded, "I should." Standing up, she smoothed down her shirt before picking up her newly-charged phone. "Charlotte? ... Are you sure it's here? ... And George Wickham? ... You're positive? ... No, I'm home, well not technically at home but I can be in a few minutes."

Darcy noticed Lizzie getting visibly more upset as the phone call went on and stood up and walked next to her, putting his hand on her lower back. As she hung up, there were tears in her eyes. "Just when I thought her dating George was bad enough, there's a..." she stopped, not able to finish her sentence.

"A what?" he asked.

"A sex tape," she said, before collapsing on to the bed. "I need to get home."

"Of course, I'll get you a cab."

Lizzie paused, "Thank you for everything, Darcy, but it's fine. I can get one and I'll just, I don't know, call you later."