"How can someone with a name like Daisy, be so fiery." He says as he runs the back of his hand along my cheek. "Such a gentle flower, given to someone so stubborn and rude." I pull my face away from his hand, but he quickly snaps his hand round the...
I'm all for giving people a second chance. I felt like I owed it once I began to realise everyone in my life gave me one.
When I left home to come to New York, I left everyone behind and cut them off completely. I didn't tell anyone where I went to, I was blunt with my parents and lied to them about what I was doing and how I was doing.
And then, once I decided I needed to talk to my parents again and old friends back home, they all acted as if I hadn't been a total dickhead and let me back in.
However, a third chance I'm not so sure on. I gave Sam a second chance after he cheated on me by not killing him or burning his club down. That was his second chance. To be able to work with him, peacefully, from now on would be giving him that third chance that I don't think I could ever give anyone.
"Do you think he trusts us?" I ask as I sit on my sofa, with my legs stretched out across his lap as his fingers glide up and down my leg.
"Who? James? He trusts you." Harry replies as he keeps his eyes on the tv. I complained to him in the taxi home last night that we never do any normal things that couples do, so he suggested we just watch a film together. He let me pick, I had to pick my favourite film, My Girl.
"What? Why would he trust me?" I wanted to ask why someone wouldn't trust their own son, but Harry and James seem to have been through a lot. And I don't think I need to know everything from the past with those two.
"I dunno, he just likes you for some reason." He shrugs. "I know, it's amazing that someone actually likes you." He teases, and I quickly slap the back of his head playfully. "Do you have any other questions or can I actually watch this film?" He says with a smile as he rubs the back of his head. I zip my mouth shut and cross my arms, keeping quiet so he can actually appreciate the film. I've watched it a million times, so I just watch him instead.
There's something so special about sharing your favourite film with someone and being able to see their reaction to every twist and turn. When I explained the film to Harry, he wasn't too impressed. But now his eyes are glued to the screen, and I notice small smiles appear on his face every now and again. It's coming up to the part that I always cry at, and I've been wondering this whole time about whether he would cry or not.
I notice his face begin to drop as the scene carries on, and his body become tense. He's really trying not to cry.
"His glasses, he can't see without his glasses" Anna Chlumsky's character says, I can't help but let a tear fall from my eye. And neither can Harry. I spin my legs round and snuggle up closer to him for comfort.
"The best films are always the one that make you cry." Harry says as he pulls me closer. I look up to him in shock. "What?" he laughs at my surprise. "I'm a huge Nicholas Sparks fan, I'll have you know."
"As if! I had you down as a Bad Boys and Die Hard, kinda guy." I laugh in shock, seeing this soft side to him.
"I have another of that stuff in reality, give me The Notebook any day. Helps me escape from it all." He smiles. "Anyway! Now that's done," He says slapping his legs and jumping up from the sofa, "It's a beautiful day out." He holds his hand out to me, pulling me up as soon as I take it. My body collides with his and he connects his lips with mine. "I'm thinking...picnic in the park, cloud watching..." he says as he stares down at me. My heart flutters as I hear him plan this perfect day, it's more than I could have asked for.
"I'll go get changed."I say with the biggest smile before reaching up for a quick peck and running to my room.
****
I meet Harry in the elevator as he said he needed to grab some stuff from his apartment upstairs. As the doors opened, I see him holding a picnic basket in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. A bunch of white and pink Primrose flowers.
"Ready, Petal?" He says with a cheshire cat smile before I jump in the elevator. This boy really knows how to pull on my heart strings. We walk to central park, his hand tightly holding onto mine as I smell the flowers the whole way, trying to wake myself up from this dream. He leads me all the way into the middle of central park, where a rug is already laid out.
"Harry...how did you do all this?" I ask in shock. I only just complained to him last night about all this.
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"I know someone who know's someone..." He hold his hand out to the rug, leading the way for me to sit down. He places the basket in front of him as he sits behind me, putting his legs either of me as I lean back on him. "I wanted to thank you for being so...I don't know you've just been helping me out so much with James and Sam. I would have lost my head without you." He runs his hand up down and my arm.
"You've done a lot for me too. I feel like a completely different person to who I was when I worked at Ivy." Sam left me wondering who I was, what I was worth. I felt like everyone I ever got close to would just leave me eventually, until Harry came along. He brings out the best and worst in me, making me stronger and more vulnerable at the same time. He's helped me accept losing Niall, not knowing what I wanna do with my life and being lost as a person. I don't care anymore. I'll figure it all out at some point, I don't have to have my whole life set up for me and planned right now. I can live in the moment. He's helped me with that.
"You've always been strong. Niall used to talk about you all the time. He was so proud and jealous of you." He speaks softly as he says his name. I can feel the pain in his voice as he mentions him.
"Jealous?" I laugh. Niall was top of his classes in high school and college. He had a bright future set out for him. Everyone loved him. He was the complete opposite to me. I hated the academic side of high school, I had friends in high school but no one real, apart from Katie. I have no future set out for me.
"He always spoke about how you planned to move to New York, that you weren't scared of anything and that nothing would stop you. When I heard how fearless you were, I knew I'd like you. Especially because you had someone like Niall as an older brother, I knew from that moment I wanted to meet you. I think Niall would kill me right now if he knew what we were doing." He chuckles. I feel tears roll down my cheek as he talks.
"Niall was the reason nothing ever scared me. I saw how much he could do and everything he accomplished. All I ever wanted to do was make him proud of me. He pushed me to be better." I smile as I watch the clouds flow above us.
"You make him proud everyday." Harry says gently in my ear before kissing the side of my head. I can't help but think that now, all I want to do, is make Harry is proud of me. All I ever want is the person I love most in my life to be proud of me, and now that's Harry.
