"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...
After an awkward walk in silence to my apartment with Harry, I managed to get a couple hours sleep in before having to wake up to get ready for work. I'd woken up to a million texts from Katie after hearing from Joe about my alleged attack in the park. I've never had to lie to her before about anything, I'm just glad I managed to have the first conversation about it over text. That girl can read me better than anyone else, it's a lot easier to lie over text.
In Katie's eyes, I'd just been jumped on by a random homeless person trying to get money who then followed me to the club. It was easier for her that way, I didn't want her involved in all of this. I don't think she'd be able to handle this at all, whatever this all is. She tried to convince me to take a night off work to get over the situation, little did she know that tonight was an important part in it all.
I need Jeffrey to trust me. Harry doesn't know why I would be followed, but I know it's because Jeffrey saw me snooping at the club. He was keeping an eye on me. I was thinking whether I should tell Harry about what happened that night, but it would just make him angry, and I need him on my side if I want to stay safe. Never would have thought I'd say that I need Harry for safety.
I need my confident-self to shine through tonight. The side of me I haven't felt be present since I started at Stealth, I've been so out of my depth recently that I'm slowly forgetting how to swim. I refuse to drown. I've never been one to give up, and I am not starting right now.
I'm at the club just before opening, since I'm no longer a shot girl and I'm back behind the bar, I actually need to help set up and clean now. As I walk into the club, Joe looks up from behind the bar and wolf whistles at me.
"Damn, Daisy. You're looking amazing. Excited to return to the bar?" He asks as I make my way over to him, strutting along to show off my outfit as a joke.
"So happy I'm back! No more Pervy men on the dancefloor!" I sigh in relief as I make my way round the bar.
"Nope, they just harass you from the other side of the bar." He jokes, rolling his eyes. Another weekday night, and it doesn't seem too different to a weekend. Just as many people flood into the club as it opens, heading straight to the bar. I already feel my confidence begin to flow again as I settle into working behind the bar. Mixing drinks in the quickest time possible, hearing orders without even having to try, this is why I love my job. I'm back in control.
Just as I'm serving another person, I feel a hand grip my upper arm, pulling me back away from the bar. From the harsh grip I could tell it was Harry, who I hadn't seen since getting to work. Keeping a grip on my arm, he starts to pull me out of the bar, towards his booth. He seemed stressed, he had definitely put effort into tonight as he was wearing a blazer and suit trousers with his usual black shirt.
"They'll be here soon" He says as we reach the booth, pushing me to sit down aggressively.
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"Harry, chill. It'll be fine!" I say, rubbing my arm where his hand pulled me. He sits down in the booth opposite me, pushing his hair out of his face as he stares at the club entrance, before stopping to look at me.
