Downfall

31.

Daisy's POV

Lando definitely made me feel better. Came back home after our little date. Was it a date? Something like that.

Harry and Juliana were still in the living room, watching a movie together.

And normally, I would join them, have a little movie night with them with snacks but Lando probably didn't want that.

I also didn't do that since the whole sex tape scandal, because I didn't felt like laughing and joking about silly things.
I just took pills and passed out in my bed.

So when Lando and I walked in, I immediately wanted to pull him to my room, but surprisingly, he stopped me.

"You don't wanna watch a movie with them?" He asked. "I-uh- yes but do you want that?"

"I obviously do" he chuckled, pulled me with him and we sat down together on the couch. He immediately grabbed blankets, pulled me in his arms and kissed the top of my head.

"You're absolutely beautiful" he whispered.

I smiled. He promised me to remind me daily, and he did.

"You're handsome" I whispered back. I was gonna remind him too.

Because he was so hot. No lies there.

Harry and Juliana looked at us, and back at each other. They chuckled a little but didn't ask a question.

They obviously didn't need to, they saw what happened in only a couple of hours.

We watched a movie together, and honestly it was a perfect evening.
Didn't feel the need to take pills. Not tonight.

"Do you know what you're gonna wear for the Met gala yet?" Juliana asked.

And there it was again, my anxiety, my need to take pills and forget about it all.

"I don't know if I wanna go" I shrugged.

"You have to go, you can't not go" she frowned. She just didn't understand.

Probably no one would, everyone would be happy to be invited but here I was, hating the fact that I did get invited.

"Probably something black" I quickly said. Like my soul.

"Black? It's the Met, you can't wea-" she said but Harry nudged her so she stopped talking. Understood what he was trying to say.

"Let's go to bed" Lando changed the topic, probably also saw how uncomfortable it made me.

And I didn't complain about that. I couldn't wait to cuddle him.

We changed into something more comfortable. We checked him out of his hotel and checked him in my house, so he actually had his clothes now.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as we were cuddled up against each other. "Good, how are you feeling?"

"I am amazing" his hand brushed my back. "How can I not be when I'm laying next to the prettiest girl in the world?"

I chuckled. Still wasn't really used to his compliments.

"I am sorry for what happened Dais, I shouldn't have left you by yourself" he said softly, he really meant it.

And I said nothing, because he was right. It was a fucked up thing to do, even though I kinda understood him.

"And I never saw your tape" he added.

I looked up at him. "You didn't?"

He shook his head.

"But you sai-"

"I said nothing, you cut me off and assumed it" he interrupted me.

"So, you never saw me naked before we had sex.." I mumbled, more to myself than to him.

I thought he did, thought he saw it all.

But he didn't. Fuck, he didn't.

He saw me naked and I was absolutely high on pills when he did.

I put my head on his chest, because I was embarrassed. I didn't remember much from those nights, couldn't even remember how he looked like naked.

"I like you Dais, a lot" he whispered, put his hand under my top and brushed my back.

He softened me in ways I couldn't believe anyone ever could.

A storm ran through my veins whenever paparazzi yelled my name, whenever TMZ comes up with another bullshit story, but he calmed me down.

Until him, I thought I was hard to love, that no one really wanted to deal with the hassle to date me.

But he made it so easy.

He does it so effortlessly.

I listened to his heart pounding through his shirt and I knew everything was gonna be okay.

I had taken the long way around, but I was finally home to stay.