Daisy a day || Miniminter FF

Kissing Harry Styles?!

| Coming Home - Leon Bridges|

I didn't really want to go outside by myself anymore. I was terrified some crazed person would come at me with something sharp again. Though I was all stitched up, and on way to many drugs, I could still remember the pain of my injury, the sensation of a blade slicing through skin.

I shivered every time when I recalled the incident. Why had the girls attacked Harry and I? We hadn't done anything wrong, and the attack seemed to be pointless. The police had assured everyone that they were working hard on locating the girls.

At least they were trying to do something, having launched a large-scale investigation into the incident. They hadn't found anything yet.

The only good things that seemed to have come from this whole situation was a) me being granted a month and a half's leave from work, with pay, and b) the discovery that Vik could be a really badass driver when the opportunity rose.

Today I had braved the wide world, and left the house all by myself. Tobi, being the sweetheart he is offered to venture into London with me, but I turned him down. This was something I needed to overcome myself.

Of course, I headed straight to Olive's small café, hoping she would be on her break so we could catch up. I hadn't told her about what happened despite the fact she was fast becoming one of my closest friends.

It was just my luck that she wouldn't be starting work till an hour after I arrived. My mood dropping even further, I settled myself by the window, my back to the glass to await my friend's arrival.

The London sky was cramped with dark clouds, peering down on the city. Thank you weather, for matching my mood.

My usual mocha and a Hawaiian pizza didn't do anything to brighten my dull mood. Neither did the fact that someone had dropped a lure on the nearby poke stop. That was how bad I felt today. I sighed to myself, placing my phone down. What was wrong with me?

"Hey, are you alright?" A gentle voice asked, a hand on my shoulder. I jumped at the contact, almost knocking my empty cup into my half eaten pizza.

A tall, brown haired boy with big doe eyes was looking down at me, a navy scarf carelessly thrown about his neck. He was dressed surprisingly well for people who were usually in this area, with a fashion sense that made even me slightly jealous. When had this boy learned to dress himself so well? Also, what did he want? He was looking me right in the eye. Was there something on my face?

His brown eyes looked understanding as he opened his mouth before hesitating. I glanced around the busy street before returning my gaze to the stranger. Did he want to say something?

"Would you like to hear a joke?" He asked shyly, sitting down next to me. I gave him a non-committal shrug. I didn't really want to do anything right now.

"I'll take that as a yes." The guy shifted closer to me, resting his hands on the table.

"How did the dentist become a brain surgeon?" He asked, a shy grin on his face. I rolled my eyes.

"Why."

"His hand slipped."

I cringed immediately, shaking my head. That sounded like a joke Simon would say.

"That was terrible." I remarked. The brown haired boy smiled proudly. Erm, what was there to be proud of?

"What's your name?" He asked. I hesitated, unsure of whether I should answer him. I wasn't usually comfortable with speaking to strangers, but something about this guys sweet face made me second guess my comfort zone.