Darcy's P.O.V

My head hurt as I opened my eyes. I couldn't remember how I got in Dan's bedroom and how I fell asleep. I got up, my head hurting more and so were my arms and neck. In fact, my whole body was throbbing and I had no idea why. I hobbled over to the door which was wide open, and made my way down the hallway in to the living room where Dan and Phil were sitting quietly on their laptops.

"Morning" I croaked, rubbing my eyes. The boy's faces turned to me in shock, their expressions un-readable. Was I just dreaming? Usually they would greet me too and smile at me but they were so hesitant, their faces pale and slightly frightening.

"What happened last night, why was I in Dan's room?" I asked. Dan and Phil suddenly broke out of their trans, their faces looking slightly relieved.

"Oh nothing, you just weren't feeling well so we put you to bed" I nodded, not questioning why it was Dan's instead of mine. After another silence I sat on the couch beside Dan, his eyes following me. I felt slightly uncomfortable and self-conscious. Was my hair messy? Did I look weird?

"Hey, um, I'm just gonna do some stuff for the BBC" Phil stuttered and stood up, leaving Dan and I alone. He looked nervous and I became worried. What was happening?

"Darcy? Do you remember anything from last night? He asked. I shook my head, I thought Phil said that I just felt sick or whatever.

"No, why?" He shook his head, giving me a smile I didn't find very assuring.

"Oh nothing, just wandering" I bit my lip, there was something wrong. I just knew it.

Dan's P.O.V

Confronting Darcy about her scars was a lot harder than I had anticipated and after one more awkward silence I couldn't take it anymore.

"Darcy, I'm sorry. I really am you know I didn't mean anything I said right? You know that I was just confused don't you? Because I really care about you and I'm sorry" I felt a lump growing in my throat as I stopped myself from crying.

"W-what?" Darcy asked because I could tell, she didn't have a clue about why I was saying this. Instead of explaining, I grabbed her arm and pushed her sleeve up. Darcy screamed and pulled her arm away but I didn't let go.

"DAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She yelled but I didn't answer.

"I know it's because of me, okay? I KNOW IT IS MY FAULT! I'M SORRY!" Darcy's eyes were becoming watery and she flinched as I spoke to her so loudly.

"Dan...I... how did you.... It isn't.... they're only.... I'm a disgrace aren't I? I'm so weak and pathetic" She croaked out and I watched a tear travel down her cheek.

"No you not. You're so strong, amazing a beautiful and I will do anything it takes to make sure you know that. Darcy, those scars are because of me but I am going to be the one who heals them" Darcy's lip was trembling as I brought her arm to my face, I kissed her wrist and watched she broke into tears.

"Thank you" She sobbed and hugged me, crying into my chest. I squeezed her tight, hoping that she knew I cared for her as much I did. Because I really did, in fact, I loved her so much it hurt me to know that I had caused her pain in her already broken life which she was trying to fix.

"You know... I used to be like you once. Phil had a girlfriend and he was always with her, leaving me alone. Sometimes he would leave for days or weeks to be with her and I felt like my life was pointless. I was jobless, had left university, had no another friends and was homeless if Phil decided on living with her. I often did damage to myself that still hasn't healed" Darcy sniffled and looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling and shining as tears rimmed the edges.

"Really?" I sighed and nodded, hugging Darcy.

"Yes, but now I have you and you have me" She chuckled and smiled, making me grin.

"Yeah, but Dan? How did you see them?" She asked, her breath slightly tickling my neck. I physically felt the colour drain from my face. Would it be okay to talk about it, or could that remind her of the things that caused it.

"You, well, I came back from the BBC and you were spasming and screaming and then you fell unconscious. You had been painting so your hands were covered in red paint and after we put you in my bed, I decided to clean them. Then I noticed the scars" Darcy went tense for a moment before she whimpered and relaxed into my body.

"I remember now..." I didn't want to make her cry, or worse, so I hugged her and ended the conversation there.

I luff you

Stay beYOUtiful!!!!

Baiii!!!!