What's your Poison? - h.s

16.

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we'd do

So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imagining you

Daisy's POV

I grab a blanket from my bed and follow Harry out of my apartment and up to the roof. Our thing.

Harry sat on the old sofa that had been left up here by past tenants, crossing his legs and sprawling his arms across the back of the sofa. I sat myself next to him, my shoulder buried in his armpit as I sat close to him for warmth. I then place the blanket over our legs before pulling it up over my exposed shoulder and chest, maybe I should have grabbed a coat.

"So, Petal. Why Brooklyn?" Harry clears his throat, keeping his gaze forward.

"I mean why not, there's so much diversity and personality here. Every single street, every single corner has it's own story. It fascinates me." I smile as I look out over the familiar skyline.

"So why not New York City?" He adds

"I feel like it's lost it's sense of community. There's nothing comforting about it to me. Brooklyn actually has space to breathe. Whilst it has all the action New York has, it also has the option of getting away from that all. Being able to actually breathe in fresh air and not feel like you're suffocating." I feel myself get carried away, feeling embarrassed about how much I'm rambling on. As I stop I notice Harry has now turned to look at me, smiling. I turn to look at him, our noses an inch away from touching, being able to feel his breath hit my face as he smiles. I look into his piercing green eyes, wanting to look at them forever.

"This whole time I thought you were some strong, confident and self-assured women, when actual you're just looking for that one thing that gives us comfort, like everyone else." He smirks at me.

"There's different side to everyone." I smile back, unable to stop myself looking down at his pink lips and back to his enchanting eyes. "What about you?" I ask, turning away from him as I feel myself being to get lost in his eyes. "Why Brooklyn and not London, assuming that's home."

"Ah, well I wish I could say I chose Brooklyn, but unfortunately the business chose it." He looks back out over the view.

"Do you wish you were back in London?" I ask, he scrunches his face and shake his head immediately. "Why?" I can't help but dig.

"I don't want to say I was running from anything, but...there's a lot back there that I'm happy to leave behind." He looks down to his hands as his plays with the rings on his fingers. There's so much I don't know about Harry, he's like a book with loads of pages ripped out, leaving cliffhanger after cliffhanger. I can sense his body tense as he talks about London, so I decide not to push him to talk about it. Instead I rest my head on his shoulder to my left, feeling comfortable. I feel his body jump slightly, not expecting me to do that, then he relaxes as he rests his head on top of mine. I feel our breathing become insync, both slowing down as he get comfortable. He drops his arm down and rests his hand on my arm on the other side to him, making me warmer.

It doesn't feel like I'm with Harry Styles, my boss, right now. I'm with Harry. The guy who I hardly know yet intrigues me so much, pulling me in with every move and word. I feel my eyelids become heavy, it won't hurt closing them for a little bit. I'm sure Harry would wake me up to leave in a couple of minutes.

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I start to feel warmth radiate over my body, as a light begins to shine into my eyes. I squint as I slowly open my eyes, the light hurting as I do. It was the sun shining on my eyes and warming me up. I'm still on the roof, with my head now on Harry's lap, his head on the armrest. I slowly lift my head, trying not to wake him so that I can stretch. The sun had only just fully come out, it must be like 6am. As I sit up, my head starts pounding straight away. "Fuck." I mutter as I bring my hand to my head.