A/N: Guys, this is pathetic, I know. 2 weeks wait is terrible, I'm so sorry. I intend to finish most of this story in these next couple of days. My original plan was to finish before the series ended itself but...
This is short, but I have half of the next chapter done so that may be up soon as well.
It was pointless for Darcy to be at Pemberley if he wasn't going to be productive. It was also pointless for him to go home since Gigi and Fitz would still check up on him every 30 minutes or so, even at home. A part of him also wanted him to stay, just in case Lizzie would come back to hear him out. He stayed at work, even if he knew the chances of her coming back were slim.
Darcy rewatched the video a good twenty times in one hour. Regardless if it was the first time he played it or if it was the nineteenth after, the discussion was always new to him. New emotions, new thoughts, new questions. Lizzie said she loved him. On camera. For the world to see- for him to see. Darcy's heart fluttered and sunk, and swollen, and shriveled every single time. More than once, he paused the video and repeated that specific part over, and over, and over. Sinking back in his chair, Darcy closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.
He didn't know it was possible to feel slightly happy while feeling like the most terrible person in world until today. Yet again, he didn't know most things he felt were possible until he met Lizzie.
Darcy had to see her again, he had to clear things up. The only issue was that he had no idea where she was in the world. Did she go home? Is she still in San Francisco? If so, where in San Francisco?
He decided it was best that this time he wouldn't use his private investigators…It felt too stalker-ish to him.
But this was not a conversation to have on the phone; calling was out of the question.
If he did see her again, what was he going to say? Would she even let him talk? How would she respond?
Could they work this out?
Would they work this out?
Clenching and unclenching his fists, he decided it was best to wait, even if he didn't want too. Waiting to figure out something to say and waiting for her next video to see how she was. Visiting her was in the question , but for the time being Darcy just wanted to know how much she hated him again.
Gigi and Fitz reentered the room for the tenth time today and sat at the chairs across his desk.
"Still watching the video, huh?" Fitz asked him solemnly.
Darcy replied with a small shake of the head, knowing very well where this conversation was going. They were going to convince him to chase after her but this time he promises he won't budge.
"Listen man, we know how bad this is hurting you and hurting Lizzie. We've been texting her…"
Darcy looked up at his friend. He didn't want them meddling but he couldn't help wanting to know what was going on in her head.
"…but she hasn't responded at all. Maybe she's on a plane, we're not sure." Both Fitz and Darcy looked to the ground.
Gigi picked up where Fitz left off, "So that's why we sent her a text on what we're going to tell you now." Darcy shifted his gaze to his younger sister.
"We're staying out of this. Fitz and I aren't going to trap you two into any more corners. We understand that your pain is beyond our control and we don't want it to potentially get worse. Lizzie and you should know the best about staying out of things, since you guys did the same to Bing and Jane. And we decided we're not going influence either of you two at all. Every decision you make is your own, William. You're an adult and this is your love life."
Well this was unexpected.
"Thank you Gigi, Fitz," Darcy could only manage this.
"If you need anything Darcy, we're literally two floors down or just a call away."
With forced smiles, they left the office. Now all Darcy had to do was wait for the next video with his terrifying thoughts, however long that may be.
Charlotte picked Lizzie up from the bus station at nine-thirty at night. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't hard finding a last minute ticket to L.A by bus. The actual ride itself was the only reason she got there so late at night. Once Lizzie arrived to her destination, the two ladies hugged each other from their long-time-no-see. Charlotte finally broke the silence saying,
"Come on bestie, let's go home to eat ice cream and watch any Colin Firth movie of your choice."