I Was Weak When I Looked Your Way

It had taken a lot of convincing to get Jon to drive her to the airport. Especially given that he was literally just dropping her off so that she could meet Harry who would drive them to a hotel in a rental car.

They had managed to go without talking about Harry for the rest of August and all through September but October came and Darcy started to get antsy. She was well aware that he could call and cancel at any moment but the fact that he'd already had 2 months to do so and hadn't called with an excuse as to why he couldn't make it filled her with hope.

"Thank you," Darcy said quietly with her hand on the handle.

"It's fine."

"Um, I'll see you tonight?"

He nodded and watched as she exited the car, a huge grin on her face. It had been decided that everyone would go out that night because it had been awhile since everyone spent a night out together and because Harry was finally coming down from Pennsylvania.

Darcy took two steps away from the car, her gym bag thrown over her shoulder, before she turned back and opened the door. Jon frowned when he noticed the worried look on her face.

"I forgot to tell you... Harry thinks you're gay. So could you pretend to be? For me?"

"You told him I'm gay?" Jon said with raised eyebrows.

"No!" Darcy shouted quickly, "He assumed that you were and I – well, I didn't correct him."

Jon stared at her in utter disbelief, shaking his head slightly as he tried to wrap his head around what she was telling him.

"You want me to pretend to be gay?" He asked incredulously, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel, "For what? So your boyfriend doesn't think he was wrong?"

"No it's just easier if he thinks that you're gay," she said tiredly. When Harry first made the assumptions she hadn't expected to be staying with Jon for so long – she hadn't thought it would be a big deal if Harry thought her temporary roommate was gay.

"Easier for who? You and Harry? I don't see how this is going to be any easier for me."

"I'm not asking you to be flamboyantly fantastic. I'm just asking that – for one week – you keep it in your fucking pants."

Jon stared at her blankly. Her eyes flickered to the clock on the dashboard and she did her best to give him puppy dog eyes. He grumbled out a 'fine' and she grinned before shutting the car door again and disappearing into the airport terminal.

Harry was easily spotted amongst the other people walking through the gate. At 6 foot tall he towered over the rest of the travellers. On the other hand, Darcy could barely be seen through the crowd of people waiting. She rushed towards him.

Her bag hit the ground with a thud when she was in front of him and she jumped slightly so that she could wrap her arms around his neck.

"Hey there," he laughed as his arms circled her waist to hold her feet off the ground.

"Hi," she beamed, pecking him roughly.

When she was back firmly on her feet, Darcy grabbed her bag and Harry his suitcase before he draped his arm over her shoulders and held her tightly. She moved closer to him, more than happy to see him after having not since Christmas.

Darcy and Harry were staying in a hotel room just outside Orlando for the week he was visiting. It had been a mutual decision that Jon's couch was not the ideal place to sleep nor was his house the ideal place to stay. Any sexual tension between Jon and Darcy would have been picked up instantly and that was a whole lot of trouble she did not want to deal with.

"So I actually get to meet this Ambrose guy you've been living with?" Harry asked, glancing at her.

They were on their way to the club and she was excited that he was finally going to meet her friends. She was, despite the reaction she had received last time, wearing a skirt though this time it was almost skin tight. She had put it on in because of how underdressed she felt previously but also because she wanted to look good for Harry. Or maybe it was to impress Jon; she hadn't quite worked that out. Harry had approved of the skirt, cropped shirt and high heels – a pair that she had gone and bought specifically for the occasion – and that she was wearing make-up.

"Yeah, you get to meet Colby and Leighla, too," she told him, a smile on her face.

"Is Matt going to be there?"

"He said he would be."

"Great." The sarcasm was dripping from Harry's voice and Darcy scrunched up her nose as she turned her head to look at him.

"I thought you liked Matt," Darcy commented, ringing her hands together, and tugging on her lip ring.

"I like him more than your other wrestling friends."

Darcy frowned, "You never used to have a problem with them."

"That Adam Cole kid-"

"Austin-" she interjected, a little more fiercely than was probably expected but it didn't matter because Harry continued to talk.

"Likes you, Harley." Harry said the name casually, like he always did, but Darcy gritted her teeth. "A lot more than a guy with a girlfriend should like a girl with a boyfriend."

Darcy took that moment to look out the side window and mouth 'fuck' to herself. She knew that her relationship with Austin wasn't exactly platonic and it made her wonder if Harry noticed her actions. It made her wonder if Harry would pick up on the tension between her and Jon.

She would have to avoid him. It was the only logical option.

"He looks better in person," Ashley said slowly as she looked Harry up and down. He was talking to Matt though he didn't look to be enjoying himself too much. "Wait, how old is he?"

"25, why?"

"He looks really young."

Darcy pulled a face, confused as to why it mattered. She looked younger than she actually was. She looked around the room quickly, looking for one person in particular. Ashley was staring at her when she turned back around, wondering what she was doing.

"I have to avoid Jon."

Ashley smirked; she didn't need to be told why. It had become increasingly clear to everyone around them that something had happened. Neither Darcy nor Jon ever spoke about it but it was painfully obvious that they were attracted to each other. She nodded at Darcy, looking over her head to look for the man in question.

"I don't think he's here," Ashley said. "Did he say he was coming?"

"He said so this morning, yeah." Darcy tried to hide her disappointment. "I'm sure he's just late. Oh," she exclaimed before continuing quickly, "Harry thinks he's gay so if we could just pretend he is that'd be great."

"We're pretending your boyfriend is gay? Darcy, I love you and I'm trying to lay off the questions but that's weird as fuck."

Darcy cocked her head to the side, "What? No! Harry thinks that Jon's gay."

"I don't know if that's any better."

Whilst rolling her eyes, Darcy walked away from her friend. It was obvious the plan had its faults – more than could be counted on both hands, really – but she genuinely believed that it was the easier option.

She walked towards Harry and Matt and hoped that Matt was oblivious to how quickly Harry was losing interest in the conversation. Standing beside him, Darcy wrapped her arms around his waist before smiling up at Matt who smiled back warmly. It was good to see her happy.

The conversation turned to Darcy's appearances on NXT. True to his word, DeMott had put her on the card for the next set of tapings – a loss against Emma and a lot more heat garnered – and Harry assured her that he'd seen it.

She ordered herself a drink and participated in the conversation when prompted. Mostly she was just drinking her drink and smiling into empty space. It felt good to be so close to Harry, to be able to touch him, smell him and just know that he was beside her.

The music was loud, the bass sending vibrations through her entire body, and she allowed her fingers to tap against the glass in her hands. The song playing was hardly anything she usually listened to but it had a catchy enough beat that Darcy pulled her boyfriend to the dance floor where everyone was grinding on their partners to the Christina Aguilera song.

Harry's hands dropped to her waist, holding her close to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Darcy's club dancing consisted only of what she had done with Saraya and Summer on her previous outing, but no one seemed to be as interested now that she was dancing with her boyfriend.

Opening her eyes when she felt someone staring at her, Darcy quickly averted them when noticed that it was Jon. He'd shown up. Trying to work out whether it was relief or panic she should be feeling, Darcy failed to realise the song had ended and that Harry was pulling her towards the bar.

"Oh, hey, Ambrose is here," Harry said, looking at the big man. "Yeah, he doesn't look any gayer in person."

"You can't-" Darcy protested with a scoff. "If you decide if someone's gay because of how they look then I'm a dyke. Just be nice."

With one hand in Harry's and the other tugging at the back of her skirt, Darcy led them over to Jon. She nudged him in the back with her elbow and immediately pulled her lip ring into her mouth. Jon looked about ready to snap at whoever had elbowed him but every feature on his face softened when he saw Darcy.

"You own two skirts, then?" he gestured to her maroon and black vertically striped skirt and she tugged at the bottom of it again. He laughed lightly at her, "It looks good."

Before Darcy could respond, Harry had pushed forward ever so slightly and was holding out his hand.

"I'm Harry; it's good to finally meet you."

Jon shook his hand back and it was difficult to miss the way Harry's arm flexed. It was a power show – Darcy was happy Jon didn't retaliate in kind. She didn't need Harry worrying about Jon. He didn't need to be worried about Jon, anyway.

Darcy was walking back from the bathroom when she saw Jon and Ashley sitting at a table alone, their backs to her. She smiled widely and walked towards them, teetering slightly – because she was wearing heels and maybe she was a little drunk – but she stopped when she heard Harry's name.

"He hasn't done anything wrong," Ashley commented, resting her elbow on the table and then her head in her hand. "I just really want to hate him but I don't really have a reason to?"

"He hasn't even looked at another chick. I can't justify punching him in the face when he hasn't even done that."

Darcy's face contorted in confusion – she was happy that Harry's eyes hadn't wandered but why would Jon want to punch him? And why would Ashley want to hate him? It was hurting her brain to be thinking about it. She wasn't sober enough to be thinking anything like that.

"You could just punch him for taking so long to get down here?" Ashley offered with a sigh. "Just punch him because she can do better?"

She watched Jon bring his beer bottle to his mouth and tilt his head back so that all the liquid slid down his throat. With a small, somewhat forced, smile on her face, Darcy decided to walk forward and sit down with her friends. Both looked at her curiously for half a moment to see if their conversation had been heard, but Darcy's acting prevailed.

"You guys are probably the best friends I've ever had," she said slowly, trying not to trip over her words. "You – you and Austin, I reckon. Everyone else sucks."

"Where's this coming from?" Ashley asked with a smile in her voice.

"He's," she pointed to Jon, "he's pretending to be gay for me, that's mad. You – you're just really pretty and you actually like me."

"You're really drunk," Jon said with a sigh, standing up suddenly. "We're going home before you do something dumb."

"I'm-" she stopped to cover her mouth and let out a small burp. "I'm staying with Harry."

After a moment of hesitation, Jon nodded and held out his hand. Placing her small hand in his, Darcy allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. Ashley waved at them both pathetically as they walked away from her.

Darcy teetered again prompting Jon to put his arm over her shoulder to keep her upright. She snuggled into his side; her arms wrapped around his waist, and let him guide her towards her boyfriend.

Harry, who didn't seem to be enjoying his conversation with Colby and Leighla, rose to his feet upon noticing the way Darcy was holding onto Jon.

She paid little attention to what was being said; only knowing that it was Jon telling Harry to get her to a bed. When Harry's arm replaced Jon's she pouted a little and looked up at her housemate. He only shrugged at her before she was turned around and pulled away.