I'm An Addict

"Don't lie to me," Ashley huffed, crossing her arms, as Darcy sat up on the bench press.

"I'm not! Stop accusing me of things!" Darcy said loudly, drawing attention to their conversation. She lowered her voice, "I promise you that if anything happened you would be the first to know."

"When was the last time you saw Harry?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Darcy stood up doing her best to look Ashley in the eye.

"Break up with him, Darcy," Ashley all but pleaded causing Darcy's jaw to drop open as she stepped back. "You can't be in a relationship with someone you never see."

"I dare you to tell that to 90% of the main roster."

"It's not the same-"

"How is it not the same?" Darcy asked incredulously, throwing her hands into the air. "We're doing fine."

"Listen, all I'm saying is that Jon is there and he wants you!"

"What? No he doesn't." Darcy turned away from her friend, busying herself with adding more weights to the bar. "And Harry wants me so I don't see your point."

"If I didn't know any better," Ashley took a deep breath, "I would have thought you two were dating at Maddox's place."

"Welcome to the 21st Century where girls and guys still can't just be friends."

Ashley grinned, "Friends! You admit to being friends!"

Darcy groaned and lay back down on the bench, lifting the weight above her.

Darcy was sitting on a wooden bench near the NXT studio, leaning forward with her head between her knees. She wasn't nervous – at least she would never admit to be – she was merely meditating and trying to get into the correct headspace. Her NXT debut was less than an hour away and she wasn't entirely sure she was ready.

Bill DeMott assured her repeatedly for a week leading up to the taping that she wouldn't be wrestling if she was not ready. While she wanted to believe him, it had been in that week that she realised just how little she knew.

"They're looking for you." It was Moxley. Darcy didn't need to look up to know that. "Ashley and Dinsmore want to talk about the match. You okay?"

"Yep," she said, lifting her head and standing up. She held her chin up and breathed in deeply. "Getting in the zone."

"Nervous?" He asked as she walked by him. He followed her back to the building. He received no answer. Her boots felt heavier with every step she took towards the locker room. "You're gonna be fine. You can't fuck up all that much in 3 minutes."

"Not gonna fuck up," Darcy responded sternly, pushing at the locker room door. Mox didn't follow her in. She stared straight at Nick Dinsmore and assured him, "I'm not gonna fuck up."

Darcy, during the last minute talk, tugged at the kneepads underneath her tights and tried to move them into the most comfortable position. Once she was satisfied, she tightened the laces on her boots. She had chosen black and grey as her colour scheme, an entirely conscious decision when she remembered that on screen she was supposed to be somewhat of a mystery.

"You've got two minutes, do what you've prepared and you'll be great," Dinsmore told the Divas and both nodded. As their trainer left, they remained seated but Ashley turned to face Darcy.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked with kind eyes, taking hold of the blonde's hand. "You're allowed to be nervous. Nervous is good, actually. Keeps you on your toes."

"I'm not – I'm not nervous," Darcy shook her head. "I've got this. You've got this. We've got this match down. What's there to be nervous about?"

Ashley said nothing as she raised her eyebrows and patted her friend's hand. Darcy was known to hide her emotions – Ashley knew she was no exception – but there was something to be said about the walls she'd put up. They were almost impenetrable when they had to be.

Darcy, as she walked through to Gorilla, was unable to hide her smile.

"That was fucking fantastic," she said with a grin. She looked at Steven Keirn, "Thank you."

She waited for Ashley to be by her side before walking to the locker room. She was so busy trying to explain her happiness to her friend that Darcy didn't realise everyone was looking at her, all slightly concerned.

"You're happy," Mox stated, noticing the smile on her face. "That's good."

"That was the best thing I've ever done in my life," she told him, standing outside the locker room. "That shit could cure depression. It's such a good feeling."

"Good," Moxley nodded slowly, taking in her reaction to the match. "I will... I'll see you later."

Darcy paid no attention to his odd behaviour. She was beginning to understand that he was as moody as she was.

"How do you think it went?" Saraya asked her as Darcy sat in a seat and pulled her phone from her bag.

"Good?" Darcy shrugged. "I'm not the best, but I knew that going into it."

Darcy missed the hesitation in Saraya's nod when she turned all of her attention to her phone. She was texting Harry, telling him how elated she was to have had a match. It didn't matter that it wasn't going to be on television, someone would watch it and it was blowing her mind.

Harry's responses were quick and encouraging, all comments on how proud he was of her and how much she deserved to be on the shows. He knew nothing about wrestling but it still meant the world to her. Even if he hadn't been there like he promised. Work was busy for him – she understood. She tried to, at least.

The day of tapings came to an end and Darcy still hadn't changed out of her gear. She'd spent the rest of the day watching the live feed and texting Harry so by the time most people were leaving the university; Darcy was still sitting in the back.

"Come with me." Darcy looked up from her phone, craning her neck to look at Moxley's face.

"Why?"

"We're gonna go practice, come on." He didn't give her any time to respond, turning and walking in the direction of Gorilla.

"You aren't my trainer?" Her statement came out as a question as she stood up and followed him, she wasn't sure what he was trying to do. "I know I made some mistakes but DeMott and Nick can sort them out."

"I just want to help out," he said, holding back the curtain for her. "Take it or leave it."

She stepped by him and walked down to the ring, sitting atop the turnbuckle when she reached it. He stood in the centre of the ring, watching her. He appeared to be in deep thought, tapping at his chin.

"What? Did I fuck up so tremendously that you don't think I can wait until Monday?" she questioned, her voice rising a little at her own realisation.

"No," he said quickly, taking her hand and pulling her down to the mat. "You're still hesitating on back bumps."

"I'm still worried about knocking mys-"

Darcy couldn't even finish her sentence before Mox pushed her shoulder, sending her backwards. She hit the mat with a gasp and a groan, her upper lip turning into a scowl. She quickly rose back to her feet, ready to give Moxley a piece of her mind, only to be sent backwards again. Before she got to her feet again, Darcy made sure to push herself across to other side of the ring.

"Stop. Worrying," he said seriously. The look on his face told Darcy that he was daring her to talk back. He was daring her to run from him. He knew she was never going to back down. "I thought we'd fixed you. Clearly I was wrong."

Darcy, fuming, stood up and walked to Moxley, standing directly in front of him with a scowl. "You fucking cunt."

He took a quick, silent step forward, hitting her with a shoulder block. She was expecting to be knocked back and was able to tuck her chin. Mox stuck out his hand and took hold of hers, easily hauling her to her feet.

"This is the most basic thing you learn. If you fuck it up on a show again, you're embarrassing WWE and ROH. Not to mention yourself."

"Yeah?" Darcy asked, raising her hands. She pushed his shoulders back, mustering enough strength to send him backwards a step. "Fuck you."

Mox raised his eyebrows, surprised by her strength. He returned the favour, shoving her shoulders and sending her backwards. She tucked her chin. He smirked down at her. He knew exactly what he was doing.

The same pattern continued for nearly ten minutes and Darcy remembered to tuck her chin, every time, doing a perfect back bump every time.

"Okay!" She shouted from the mat, slamming her fists against it. "I can do it! I've done it! Continuously! Why are you fucking obsessed with this?!"

He shrugged at her before he exited the ring, "You wanna be better? I'm gonna make you better."

Darcy dropped her bag at the door unceremoniously. She hadn't spoken a word to Mox since he left her in the centre of the ring.

"Do you hate me or something?" she broke her silence, standing in front of him and preventing him from walking into the house.

"Where'd that come from?"

"Ten solid minutes of bumping drills."

"If I hated you I wouldn't have spent ten minutes helping you with bumps. I'm just trying to help and it just so happens that pissing you off is the quickest way to get you to improve."

Darcy stared up at him for two beats before stepping to the side and letting him into his house. She reached up to her hair and shook it out. She hadn't had time to shower at Full Sail and it was sticking to the back of her neck and her forehead.

She grabbed a change of clothes before disappearing into the bathroom, ready to finally shower. The bathroom door didn't have a lock and it had bugged her since she started sleeping on Mox's couch. Multiple times he had opened the door only to have her shout curse words at him before he was able to step foot onto the tiles.

"Darcy, I need to piss," Mox said, banging on the bathroom door.

"Go outside!" She shouted back, stepping out of the shower and grabbing at a towel hanging on the rack.

"I'm not gonna piss in the backyard when I have a fucking toilet right there." Darcy wrapped the towel around herself It came down to her knees. "Just let me in."

"I'm half naked!" She cried as Mox, with no cares, opened the door and walked straight towards the toilet. He said nothing as he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped the fly. "Are you for fucking real?"

"I needed to piss, woman, Christ."

Darcy looked straight ahead, staring through the open door with a slack jaw and wide eyes. Moxley did up his jeans and turned around casually, shrugging as he left the room.

"You're not even gonna wash your hands?" she asked incredulously. He turned around with a smirk and walked to the tap. Darcy slammed the door shut behind him when he left and dressed quickly in case he decided to intrude again.

The thought had crossed her mind a few times in the past couple weeks that they were becoming too comfortable with each other – from the walking around in their underwear to the small jokes they had together. She had done the exact same thing with Matt and Colby so it probably shouldn't have surprised her as much as it did. Things with Mox felt different. There were none of familial feelings she had for Matt and Colby, and, try as she might, Jon Moxley could not be entered into that category.