What's your Poison? - h.s

36.

People always tell you that you never truly know someone. No matter how long you know them for or how much you think you know them, you never actually do. Everyone has secrets or hidden parts of themselves that they don't dare to show. I guess I was just always naive enough to believe I knew Sam and everything about him. When I found out that he was cheating, I never really knew him, but I thought I'd already seen his true colours. All of them. He just loves to prove me wrong.

As he stands right in front of me, I feel like I'm only just meeting him for the first time. He'd been a stranger to me up until now. I look into his eyes, trying to see if I can find a part of him that I thought I knew before. But it's like staring into a maze. I have more questions than answers right now, I feel completely lost. All I feel right now is anger, I feel like I should be upset. Our whole relationship was just a lie. First he broke my heart and now he's managed to break me even further.

"I would say I'm surprised to see you here, Dais'. But it seems like Mr Styles just loves taking things from me." Sam says with a smile as he looks straight past me, at Harry, as if I'm not even here. I feel Harry's grip on waist tightens, making me realise how tightly I'm clenching fists right now. I'm fully prepared to use them, take that smile right off his face.

"He took nothing from you!" I shout at him, taking a step towards him with Harry's hand stopping me from moving any closer. Sam looks down at me, shaking his head with the same cocky smile still plastered on his face. "The only thing he apparently took was your manners. James is the host." I say, trying to get him as far away from as possible. I motion my head over to where James is sat, standing my ground until he leaves.

"Yes. I guess we should leave the business to the men now, shouldn't we Daisy." He smirks as me before placing his hand on my shoulder as he leaves. I quickly shrug him off, his touch sends my stomach into knots. His entourage follow him through the crowd over to James. As I watch them, I feel Harry start to move past me, grabbing his arm before he can go any further.

"Harry..." I question him as he turns back to me, he closes the space between his, placing his arms either side of me.

"It's business, Daisy. I can't let James fuck this up again...I've heard a lot about these guys and they're dangerous." He talks to me in hushed tones, hoping no one else around us is listening. I guess he doesn't want to cause a scene and scare others around us.

"Dangerous? Harry...its Sam...he's harmless!" I scoff. He won't do anything. Sam is all talk and just wants people to be scared of him. He lives off of fear.

"I don't think this is the same Sam that you know." Harry shakes his head. I've never seen him like this. He almost looks scared, or worried. Either way it's making me feel uneasy. I move my hands up to Harry's, taking hold of them.

"I'm coming with you. You promised you wouldn't leave me, remember? I promise I'm not leaving you either." I look into Harry's eyes as I hold tightly onto his hands, trying my best to comfort him in a subtle way. I see a small smile grow from him, before he quickly kisses me on the lips. "Now let's do this." I say as he breaks away from him, feeling invincible by his side. I just hope I do the same for him. I follow swiftly behind Harry, still holding his hand, as we make our way to James and Sam, hoping no one's been killed, at least not yet.

"Fuck." I hear Harry mutter as he stops. I step to the side to see past him, noticing James is no longer here. Neither is Sam. I look round in a panic, hoping they just haven't gone far. Whilst I'm not fond of either James or Sam, the worst case scenario comes into my head. They both want each other out of the picture, they're a threat to one another. I manage to catch a glimpse of them across this oversized apartment, heading upstairs.

"Harry!" I tug on his hand and pull him back through the crowd, rushing to follow them up the stairs. Oblivious of the people I'm pushing aside to get through, we miss them as we reach the bottom of the stairs. Harry doesn't stop, he pulls me up the stairs, as if he knows exactly where they've gone. We reach an equally oversized hallway, this apartment is as big as a mansion, it just keeps on going. Harry pulls me down the hallway before bursting through the double doors at the end. Our panicked states enter a not so panicked environment to our surprise.