The Choreographer

23: Perfect Girl

Daisy is having another show tonight and I'm riding with Darcy to go and see her. I think the boys are going to stay with Zayn, you know, we are trying to keep them separated. I don't know though, Harry told me nothing is set in stone, but I have a hard time believing that they would leave Zayn.

"So what's up with her and Ben?" Darcy asks me when we walk into the bar/stage thing. It kind of reminds me of the places I saw in Nashville, where local bands would cover other people's songs in bars in hope to get record deals. I think some people who are with labels are here tonight. I don't really think that Daisy wants a label.

"She told him that she just wanted to be friends." I say.

"Why? Wasn't he essentially perfect?" She looks over at me as we find a table.

"Yeah..." I say.

"Do you think she was scared?" Darcy asks after she orders a drink.

"Nope." I pop the 'p.'

"So what then?" Darcy looks at me funny.

"I think she found someone better for her." I prop my head on my hand.

"Really?" Darcy looks interested. "What's his name? Have you met him?"

I look over at her and smile ruefully "His name is Zayn."

Darcy pauses, her mouth slightly open. "Do you really think so?"

"I really do." I sigh watching for Daisy. I dyed her hair again, it's blue like Demi Lovato's was.

"How can we fix this?"

I shake my head, "I don't think we can...I don't think anything can."

"Do you think Zayn returns the feeling?" She looks kind of offended, and I totally understand her minor disgust.

"I don't think he would have kissed her if he didn't..."

"But Perrie...?"

"Yeah, he might like Daisy, but he's chosen to love Perrie, and he has to stick to that, unless he wants to really hurt everyone. Daize doesn't want to be the other woman to Perrie."

"Yeah, but she doesn't get to pick how Zayn reacts."

"He had better react like a gentleman." I say, "Because Daisy would expect nothing less."

"Star crossed lovers..." Darcy says dramatically.

We both look over as the door opens, I see Harry's curly mop and sigh. They must have left Zayn. Or at least I thought that until I see a certain dark haired dark eyed walk through the door. I give Harry a look and he just shrugs at me.

Harry sits next to me as the boys pull over enough chairs to sit with Darcy and I. "What happened to out of sight out of mind?" I hiss.

"He's -" Harry is cut off by Daisy.

"Hello!" She chirps, happily, "I'm Daisy Jefferson, and I'm twenty one and I've been performing since I was eleven." She smiles. "I was told I had to introduce myself." She shrugs. "Ridin' Solo by Jason Derulo, now by me."

She starts out Ridin' Solo but it's a little slower and much more sing songy. Very Daisy - esque. She would sing a song about her being single. I sigh, I'm irritated at the boys for bringing Zayn. I suddenly notice that Liam is Brooke - less.

"Where's your girl?" I ask Liam.

"She told me that she was too busy cheating on me to come watch Daisy." He says, hardly bothered.

"So what does that really mean?" I ask.

"She's PMSing."

I nod, pondering the dynamic of their strange relationship. "You know this for a fact?"