"How can someone with a name like Daisy, be so fiery." He says as he runs the back of his hand along my cheek. "Such a gentle flower, given to someone so stubborn and rude." I pull my face away from his hand, but he quickly snaps his hand round the...
Don't you know I'm no good for you? I've learned to lose you, can't afford to Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin' But nothin' ever stops you leavin'
"What are you doing here, Daisy?" Joe asks as I sit down at the bar, putting my head in my hands to collect my thoughts.
"I don't know, it was the only place I could think of coming. I'm- I'm sorry but- wait." I stutter out, still trying to catch my breath. "Why are you here?" I slowly look up at Joe as he stands on the other side of the bar drying glasses up.
"Well, Katie and I spent the whole night talking after the club closed that I never actually cleaned up the bar. I went home, had a quick nap and then came here about an hour ago." I notice him begin to blush as soon as he mentions Katie, causing me to smile at him. "Holy shit!" He shouts, his face dropping suddenly. "Your neck!" He quickly runs round the bar, walking up to me and taking my face in his hands. He tilts my head back, looking shocked at me my neck. "Is this why you're here? Who did this?" He shouts louder, seeming angry.
"Joe! It's okay! I just...had a guy round mine last night and he liked it rough." I quickly making up on the spot. How could I tell him that his best mate, his boss, was the one who caused these bruises on me. He drops his hands to his side, looking at me pathetically.
"You don't have to lie to me, Daisy. You can trust me." He says with a softer tone. Not only can I not act, I'm bad at lying as well.
"A guy attacked me in the park, he followed me and I didn't want him to know where I lived so I came here. I'm sorry, he already knew I worked here so I thought it wouldn't hurt to just-" Before I can finish, Joe pulls me in for a hug, my neck hitting his shoulder causing me to wince in pain.
"Shit, sorry." He says pushing away from me. "Harry!" He shouts up the stairs, making me widen my eyes. Of course Harry is here, he's really not the person I don't want to see right now. I hear footsteps begin to come down the stairs, I quickly turn back to the bar, trying to avoid seeing him.
"What do you want, I was just-" Harry stops as he reaches us, noticing me. "What's she doing here?" He asks, coldly.
"She was attacked and he was following her. We need to go out and find him." Joe begins rolling up his sleeves, clenching his fists already.
"Daisy." Harry says from behind me, completely ignoring Joe. "Will you come upstairs for a moment?" Joe drops his fists, looking between Harry and I in confusion.
My body tenses at the thought, being alone with him, being back in that room. Even having him stand behind me causes my heart to race and my palms to sweat. I need to talk to him about Jeffrey's men following me, he's the only one who would know what to do. I swivel on my bar stool, turning to look at him. He was wearing the same black dress shirt and black skinny jeans as last night. Without looking at me, he turns round and heads back into the office, expecting me to follow.
I follow behind him, going straight into his office feeling my whole body tense. Harry looked a mess, the first 3 buttons of his shirt were undone, showing a tease of his fully tattooed torso. He runs his hands through his hair as he sits on his desk facing me. I close the door behind me, not moving away from it so that I can quickly exit.
"What did you tell him?" He mutters, continuing to look at his feet.
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"That a guy attacked me in the park. That he followed me here." I say carefully, incase it was the wrong thing to say.
"You shouldn't have to lie to him." He scratches the back of his neck, still refusing to look at me. He probably doesn't want to look at what he did to me.
"I only half lied, a guy did follow me here."
"He what!" He shouts, finally looking up. His face drops as he looks at me. I bring my hair over my shoulder, in an attempt to hide the bruises from him. "Who was it?" He asks, stepping closer to me, looking at my neck the whole time.
"One of Jeffrey's guys, at least I think so." As he reaches me, he brings his hand slowly up to my neck, pushing my hair back again. He touches my neck ever so slightly with his finger, causing me to flinch.
"I didn't mean to hurt you." He mutters, holding my neck gently.
"I know." Seeing how he reacts to my marks, I can sense regret and worry in him. The Harry I saw whilst he had my throat in his hands, was one I'd never seen before. It almost didn't seem like it was himself doing it. I place my hand over his as he gently strokes my neck, making him finally look up at me. I feel my heart stop as he looks at me, seeing sadness in his green eyes. I could tell that he's sorry, although I feel like he'd never say it.
Harry then removes his hand from my neck, and looks away from me all in one swift movement. Turning back to go sit on his desk again, creating the distance between us.
"How long do you think he was following you?" Harry says as he takes a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it swiftly.
"Umm, I'm not sure I only noticed him once I was at the park." I keep my back closely against the door, still feeling as though I need more distance from him whilst wanting to be close to him again at the same time.
"So you were at a park at 8 in the morning, alone?" He questions, bringing the cigarette to his lips.
"Couldn't sleep. But anyway, why are they watching me?" I ask, changing the subject. I can't really say 'I had a nightmare you tried to kill me so had to go for a walk.'
"I'm not sure. I'll walk you home to be sure, and I'll come get you before work as well. Jeffrey is meant to be visiting tonight as well, so just stay with me the whole night and you'll be fine." He bluntly says, ignoring my gazes once again and focusing on his cigarette. Great, just when I wanted to keep my distance from him, he's going to be my bloody bodyguard.
Keeping the cigarette firmly between his lips, he lifts himself up from the desk and walks towards me. Putting his hand on the door behind my waist, leaning closer to me, removing the cigarette from his mouth and exhaling the smoke to the side. He drops his the cigarette on the floor before putting it out with his foot, without breaking eye contact. He harshly pulls the door handle behind, opening the door and pushing me forward so that I fall into his chest. I catch myself by placing both my hands on his exposed chest from his open chest, staring at the visible tattoos. Harry places his hands on the small of my back, moving his hands lower to my ass, pulling me closer to him.
"I don't think you realise, Petal, how much you tease me without even trying." Harry whispers, looking down at me with a sharp jaw. I feel my chest rise and fall against his, moving my hands up to his shoulder and then around the back of his neck.
"You think I'm not trying?" I smile back at him, rubbing the back of his neck lightly. I stare at his pink, wet lips, biting mine as I wonder what they taste like. As I feel myself getting distracted, I'm awoken by a harsh push to the side. Harry reaches the door, opening and gesturing for me to go through.
"We should get you home." He says, staring at the ground. Every time I get close to him, he either pushes me away physically or strangles me. Interesting tactics, Harry Styles. Little does he know, it only makes me want him more.
