What's your Poison? - h.s

23.

Daisy's POV
I can hardly move my body. Every limb feels stiff as I open one eye slightly to see the sun high in the sky out my window. The light feels as though it burns my eyes as I open both of them a little more. I wince in pain as the burning sensation follows through to my head. I bring my hand up to my eyes to shield them from the light, but even that small movement hurts. I manage to roll onto my back to get away from the light a little, sliding up the bed slightly to elevate my head slightly.

"Fuck!" I scream as I open my eyes to see a figure in the chair at the end of my bed, asleep. My scream causes them to jump awake, meeting me with their green eyes. "Ah fuck." I whisper as the screaming adds to the pain in my head. Even though I'm glad it's just Harry sat there, why is he in my apartment, asleep on my armchair.

"Shit, you okay?" Harry jumps up, walking to the end of my bed quickly, just standing over me.

"No, I'm not okay!" I snap, as I massage my temples trying to get this horrific headache to ease. "Water." I state and glare at him as he continues to just stand there, before noticing my annoyed glare and stumbling over to the kitchen and scanning all the cupboards for the glass. "Top right." I moan as I hope he hurries up. Before I know it he's at my side holding the water out to me. I quickly drink the whole glass in one, desperately thirsty.

"Do you, umm I mean you know why...." he stutters as he scratches the back of his neck, staring at his feet.

"Do I remember last night? Partly." I finish for him, feeling extremely irritated. What is with him, he's acting all timid. I look to him and furrow my brows as he still refuses to look at me. "Harry." I say softly, trying to get his attention. He slowly looks up to me, looking guilty.

"Why did you do it?" He quietly asks.

"Because I wanted to?" I lie. I did it for him, for his club, the business deal, whatever it was that was going on with Liam. I didn't want to mess it all up by not being fun, I couldn't admit that to him though. I'd look weak. He purses his lips as he nods, looking away from me again. I notice the dark circles under his eyes and how tense he looks. "I can't quite remember getting home..." I admit, hoping he'd fill me in.

"You fell asleep at the club, I brought you home. Guess I was right about it being a good thing I know how to get into your apartment." He laughs with a smirk.

"Very funny." I say as I hit his arm. "But thank you, you didn't have to sleep on the chair yet. You could have slept next to me or on the sofa."

"I didn't really mean to stay the night. I also didn't know if it'd be ok sleeping next to you, I don't really do that." He scratches the back of his neck, looking even more uncomfortable than before. I use all the energy I have to move along to the other side of the bed, flattening out the duvet and patting down on it, gesturing for him to sit down. He hesitates before slowly taking a seat. He puts his feet up, making sure he's sat as close to the edge of the bed as possible.

"Well, the least I can do is let you rest before going home. We can watch some stuff on tv and chill, I don't really feel like doing much." I say as I grab the remote from my bedside table, pointing it towards the tv at the end of my bed. "God this hangover is the worst." I moan as my head continues to bang, even the tv is hurting me.

"It's the comedown, kinda miss them really." Harry states, staring at the TV whilst I put on a rerun of Friends.

"You don't get them anymore? Why would you miss them?" I furrow my brows at him, inspecting his face, noticing how somber he looks.

"I've got a pretty high tolerance to coke now. The comedown is my favourite part. Not wanting to do anything, sitting alone and just aching and doing absolutely nothing." He says with a straight face. He likes the pain of a hangover or comedown? Harry's stranger than I thought. I study his cold face, waiting for a sign that he's joking, but it doesn't change. He notices me staring and turns to look at me, I quickly look back at the TV hoping he didn't notice. "So you'd never done it before?" He asks, filling the silence that the TV doesn't quite fill. I look to him and notice him keeping a firm gaze on me.