After the End: Book 3

34. Multiple Requests Ignored

Harry's POV

"He's a lot older than us and she was supposed to be texting me but she stopped responding and I think she's in trouble."

I stared at Daisy for a moment trying to make sure I was understanding the absolute lunacy that had just come out of her mouth. For a moment, I wanted to pretend I was just too high and that I'd misunderstood her, but the brain fuzz was starting to lighten and I had understood those words perfectly, they just weren't sane.

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck did you just say?" I demanded with wide eyes.

"Phoebes dating this guy and she went to see him because she was mad at you and now she isn't answering!" Daisy insisted. Her voice was wavering on the edge of something frantic.

I stared at her for a moment longer and then shook my head and forced my feet to move, pushing out of the shower in soggy clothes that left a trail as I went. I pushed past Daisy into the hallway and headed in the direction of my phone in the living room. Daisy was on my heels immediately with a panicked expression.

"Where are you going?" She asked frantically.

"I'm calling Louis," I stated sharply. I had just reached the the shelf in the living room that housed my speaker. Daisy saw my phone before I did, launching around me and snatching it off its place on the shelf.

"No!" She snapped. I flinched at the shrill edge to her tone. "No, you can't! Phoebe will kill me."

"We have to call him," I pressed nervously. I definitely hadn't expected her to do that. I thought Daisy was the reasonable one and I didn't have it in me to address something like this. My hands were still shaking. Now that I was out of the shower and facing her, everything of the panic I'd tried to wash away in the cold water was coming back.

"No," Daisy said again. "No, I just want us to go get her. You can—"

"I need to level with you," I cut her off. I rubbed my eyes nervously again and took a deep breath, choosing honesty I would normally never give her. "I am so fucking high right now. I can't help you. I barely know what's happening. We need to call Louis if you think someone is in danger."

Daisy stared at me for another moment. She still held my phone clutched in her hand and she made no move to return it to me.

"Please," she begged. "Harry, please. It isn't even that far. I don't want to get Louis involved over nothing. I just want to go pick her up."

"You aren't listening to me!" I shot back loudly. "I can't help you! I am not in a state of mind to help you. My brain is fucking exploding, Daisy."

"Quit being selfish!"

I was trying to get through to her. I hated saying things like this about myself to her because I knew it was upsetting, but I needed her to understand. This issue sounded bigger than me. I was not capable nor responsible enough to deal with whatever was happening. This sounded bad and I was not the hero she needed.

"Call Louis! This is a Louis level issue!" I insisted harshly. "Or give me my phone back so that I can do it!"

"It's your fucking friend!" She yelled. Even her yell came out just a little shaky. I felt myself freeze. I was pretty sure I'd never even heard her say a curse word before. At least not that one. Daisy was the quiet one. She was the reserved and kind one. But it was the content of her statement that sent shivers though me.

"What?" I asked a bit quieter.

"The guy," she said in a calmer tone that was more reminiscent of the girl I knew. "He came to Louis flat when he was at work a few months ago. He said he knew you, and when Phoebe told him you weren't there he started hitting on her. That's how she met him."