"have you noticed how you were looking at me, beckham? because, everyone else seemed to have."
in which she wanted a taken man, and got him.
PUBLISHED- 13 March, 2017
COMPLETED- 11 December, 2017
I see you around in all these empty faces. - Now I'm in a cab, I tell him where your place is.
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B R O O K L Y N
Daisy was everywhere, it was getting tiring, I saw her everywhere I went, hell, I even imagined her right in front of me.
The reason she posted the picture was way beyond me, I didn't understand, and I didn't think I wanted to.
She's beautiful, but cruel. She's nice, but she's a player. She's been the most amazing daydream, but all she really is is a nightmare. She always gets what she wants. She doesn't take no for an answer. She wanted me. And she wouldn't have stopped unless she had me. But when she did, she let go. She was falling apart. And by the end, as a cherry on top, I broke her.
I didn't understand why I decided to let her go, either, I would do anything to even see her smile at me or laugh at a stupid joke I say, but her tears while she sang Nobody Like You flipped a switch on, it woke something in me, it made me realize that maybe what she really needed wasn't what she said she needed, wasn't me.
But staying away from me was..
D A I S Y
I walked through the streets of London, having landed a few hours ago should have jet lagged me, but surprisingly I was extremely energetic, I felt like there was nothing I could lose so I was in a good mood.
And as I shopped for a dress for the Brit Awards, I saw Victoria Beckham's shop, I tilted my head and bit my lip as I stood in Chanel looking at VB, I shrugged and went out of the shop then crossed the street walking in VB's shop, I looked through the dresses then decided to be different and show up in something people would've never expected from me.
Paps were starting to fill up the street, they were talking to each other and shouting questions as I came out, asking why I was in Victoria Beckham's shop, I just walked looking straight ahead without saying anything.
I went home, and started getting ready, which didn't take much since I decided to also go make up less.
I put on the jumpsuit and the shoes then put on the coat after putting my hair back in a neat bun.
I put my phone in my pocket and went out of the house, getting in the car where my driver was and he sped off.
I bit my lip as my thought were all over the place, Brooklyn had posted a picture of him getting ready for the Brits, and his broken arm didn't stop him.
I knew I shouldn't have, but I just couldn't stop myself from saying;
