What's your Poison? - h.s

24.

When you see the '*', play the song.

Fucked and drank all night
Acted all alright
Had no need to fight
Tonight, tonight

Daisy's POV

I've been feeling sorry for myself all week. I haven't really done much apart from the same routine every single day. I would watch Friends and Dawson's Creek until 4 in the morning, sleep in until 1pm before heading up to the roof for a blunt or two and then starting my binging of the two same TV Shows. And repeat. I only left the apartment to meet my dealer for more weed or to get my takeaway from the front door, although I don't think I can count that as leaving.

It's not the comedown. I recovered from that just after a nap after I managed to calm myself down once Harry left. I'm just having one of those weeks, feeling down about myself and everything. I allow myself these once every blue moon. I smoke more weed than I inhale fresh air, eat junk food, shut everyone out and then avoid the whole world. Then, I pick myself up and pretend it never happened. Tonight is the night I pick myself up.

I decided to listen to Harry and not go into work. Apart from tonight. Whilst I wouldn't be going to work, I'll be going for a night out. He just told me not to go to work, he never said anything about the club as a whole. I texted Katie, and luckily because it's a Saturday night, of course she said she'll join me.

She respects my low moments. She knows better than to try drag me out of them. She lets me be alone until I ask for her. She's never once let me down when I've asked for her, and I love her for that.

All I needed to do was send her one simple text.
Stealth. Tonight. I'm back x

And she doesn't let me down.
See you at 8 bitch x

Katie lets herself into my apartment dead on 8pm, carrying multiple bags with her, full of makeup and clothes no doubt. I instantly smile as I rise from my bed seeing her enter with so much energy, like she always does. That's the thing with Katie, she has no reason to be down. She's always had a supportive family, a great job and now a new boyfriend. Sometimes it is great to have her around so that her happiness and optimism rubs off on me, but it can't get irritating how perfect her life seems. I wouldn't want to admit that I am jealous, but...I can't help to be.

"So," Katie says as she drops all her bags at once and sits on the bed, cross legged, opposite me, "a whole week off work?" she asks, raising her eyebrows. I look down to my lap, trying to avoid the topic of conversation. It will end up in just having to explain why I didn't go in to work, then explain what is going on between Harry and I, I just don't think I'm even ready to talk about that. Mainly because I don't quite understand it myself. "Joe told me, Harry filled him in on everything." I quickly look up to her, panicking about how I would explain to her why I took coke, she's just as against it as me. "Alcohol poisoning? I thought you would have learnt by now not to drink tequila and then champagne." She starts laughing, I pause before faking a laughter with her, realising Harry must have lied for me, or Joe had.

"Oh, well, just got a bit carried away, I guess." I avoid eye contact, I'm technically not lying but I can't risk it. Katie shuffles forward, touching my knees with her and grabbing my hands from my lap.

"Daisy, I know I don't usually talk to you about this stuff, I've learnt not to try get you to talk about this stuff, but I'm worried about you. Joe has warned me about Harry and I also think we need to discuss Nia-" Katie tries to carry on before I jump off the bed, escaping her grasp and worried eyes.

"Katie, not tonight, ok? I just need distractions for tonight, I need a good night out and that's it." I say sternly, opening up my wardrobe to start picking out an outfit. Maybe I could have discussed Harry with her, but not Niall. Not now. Katie respects me and doesn't say another word before connecting her phone to my speaker and blasting music before jumping up to sit in front of my mirror and start getting ready. I take a deep breath whilst staring into my wardrobe, pushing away all my negative thoughts, focusing on how bad ass I would look tonight and how Harry would regret being a dick to me.