Baby, look what you've done to me || L.S AU

XIX.

"Harry wait!" Harry turns wiping his eyes with the back of the sleeves of his jacket. Daisy stands a good few feet away from him. He didn't notice her before inside but she looks so different in a pale yellow dress, her hair tied in a tight bun. Harry tries to control his breathing, he can feel his heart beat through his chest, his breathing accelerating as if he just ran a marathon. His head begins to feel fuzzy and he's on the brink of passing out. She comes over, her mouth open as she approaches Harry.

"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"About you and Louis"
"I thought you knew" She comes to stand directly in front of Harry, she frowns as if disappointed but wraps her hands around his when she sees how unsteady he looks on his own feet. She helps him get into his car but lingers by the door.

"What are you going to do?" Her voice is broken, upon discovery she was so hurt, she cared about Louis in a way she thought he felt the same about her, she was stupid not to read the many signs right in front her, Louis always stiffens when she touches him, the looks he would give Harry, how Harry reacted the day at the last Christmas party. She was just blinded by having the thought of Louis to herself to even consider the reality. Harry keeps his head down, he didn't want Daisy to see him like this restorting back to his usual conservative side.

"It crystal clear what Louis wants and I'm not ever going to take that away from him" His hands grip on the steering wheel feeling the heat creep up on him again. He just couldn't believe Louis would stoop so low as to make him jealous when he knew very well knew that Harry's biggest fear was losing the people he loved. Louis knew how it made him feel. Yet he chooses to stick his tongue down the first stranger he saw just to get back at something Harry didn't even do.

"It's okay to not be okay Harry" Daisy moves inside to put her hands on his shoulders. He closes his eyes breathing out heavily. He is not going to break down in front this girl after he did embarrass himself in front a room full of approximately a hundred people.
"You don't have to be brave all the time" she keeps rubbing soothingly and he can feel the scratch in his throat return. The burn to the back of his eyes begging for release. Daisy closes the space between them wrapping her hands around Harry in a almost protective cacoon. He gulps as she whispers "let it go" in his ears.

He chokes up the sobs erupting mercilessly, he bends his head so it's against the steering wheel, Daisy tightens her arms around him. He turns finally giving in to the demons in him, he lets himself go for once and doesn't hold back what's he felt inside. In a strange sense he felt connected to Daisy, he didn't know much about her but she just had this home-y feeling that Harry almost felt comfort from. It's reminded him of all the times he would cry and run to his mother and she would nestle him between her arms and stroke his hair and in that moment everything bad disappeared. He felt like she was this sponge that absorbed all the bad and squeezes out only good. He felt that with Daisy too. Almost maternal. Almost like a sister.

He bends his head so it comes to rest to the crook of her neck, he briefly inhales taking in her sweet fruity perfume, it's almost a soothing scent and he lost track for a minute what he was so upset about. This is what he needed. To get lost, to forget everything. He thanked himself quietly that Daisy was able to give him that even for a second before all of the previous events flood back into his mind, the dirty picture of Louis' tongue against the damn bastard with the fancy name and pretty smile. Damn him. Damn him for snatching what was his. Louis was his. Possession seems selfish especially when it comes to referring to a person but Harry couldn't stand the idea of Louis doing the things he did with him to someone else. He could not imagine Louis being like that with anyone else but himself. may be he was selfish but he didn't care.

"We have to go back inside" Daisy interrupts his thoughts harshly pulling him back to reality. He hiccups and sniffs against her bare neck, his salty tears trickling down her skin. She didn't seem bothered by it though and holds him arm's length so she can get a look at his face. Harry keeps sniffing wiping fast as new tears roll down his cheeks. He shakes his head frantically. He could never go back inside there again. To face Louis, Zayn, Perrie and fucking Liam.