-Daisy-

As Harry and I sat together, our conversation became more forced and less sincere.

He began to shift closer.

I knew what he wanted.

I shifted father. He chucked and came closer and I repeated myself. The father I went, the closer he came until i was trapped between his body and the side of the couch. I could tell he was enjoying our game of cat and mouse. His smirk and his deep chuckles when I pushed myself backward gave it away. When I tried to get up, he simply pressed me into place, much stronger than I was.

He gently pushed me down on the couch under him. I could feel his hip bones pressing through his jeans into mine. Smelling the faint scent of alcohol on his breath, i squirmed in a hopeless attempt to wiggle out of his grasp. i pushed relentlessly on his chest, desperately trying to increase the distance between us.

When he kissed me, it was much different than kissing Zayn. Harry was rougher, maybe from the influence of alcohol. His hands went straight to my ribs, which in turn led to my chest. As I tried to bat them away, I felt his lips twist into a smile, and felt his deep chuckle in his chest. I felt disgusted.

His kissing became more urgent and my attempts to push him off more desperate. He didn't seem to notice that I wanted nothing to do with him.

"Harry!" I groaned as he started kissing my neck. I had to keep pulling his hands away from my breasts. The sound that he responded with was almost like a growl. I got a sickening feeling when I realized that he had thought that my outcry was an expression of pleasure. "Harry stop! please!" I pleaded, but he wasn't phased, on some sort of high, his lips finding their way back toward mine. My attempts were hopeless. Harry was much stronger than me and he was motivated. He wouldn't stop until:

"What the hell are you doing."

Shit.

"Zayn!" I gasped, feeling something so strong in my chest I didn't know how to express it. His beautiful eyes were filled with such hurt that I had never seen before. He was crying without tears. He looked straight at me, eyes searching deep into mine. I was speechless. I couldn't form words to even start to explain. At that moment I hated Harry. I hated him so much that a fury ripped through me, clouding my vision.

"Hey you mind giving us a little privacy mate?" Harry asked cheekily. He still wouldn't let me get up. This bastard. He had no idea.

Zayn walked slowly toward us without a word. I took his extended hand, avoiding his gaze. He pulled me up, much to Harry's displeasure, and put me behind him, protecting me.

In a flash, I saw Zayn lunging toward Harry, and heard a sickening noise as Zayn's fist connected with his face.

No!

I watched in horror as Harry responded, not knowing why this was happening, but knowing that he should hit back. His knuckles connected with Zayn's jaw. Blood trickled down Harry's chin from his nose.

"Stop!" I screamed, over and over. They just wouldn't. More and more punches were thrown. It was all happening so fast. It was too much. I grabbed Zayn's arm and tried to pull him away, I tried to return him to the Zayn I loved. He just pulled me behind him even more, shielding me from his opponent.

Zayn lunged again, pushing Harry down on the couch, hard. "You bastard!" Zayn spat. "She's mine you fucking bastard!" Harry kneed him in the stomach and I whimpered.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he growled back over Zayn's wheezing."I don't think so." a wild smirk came across his face. "You know what? I think she kind of liked it when we were getting it on, so why don't you get the fuck out!" I couldn't believe he had just said that. Zayn went for him once again, punching and kicking. Fiery tears sprung into my eyes and I raced down the hall and crashed into Liam.

"What's wrong?" he asked, but we were already running back toward the crime scene. "What the-" he exclaimed and called for Niall and Louis. The boys came and struggled to pull them off each other. their hair was rustled and Harry had a bloody nose. Zayn was bleeding down his chin from a split lip. "What the hell are you two doing?" Liam yelled at them as Niall picked me up.

He proceeded to carry me to my bedroom and set me down carefully on the mattress. "What happened?" he asked in a calm, quiet tone. Was that disappointment in his voice?

I thought that at least Niall deserved to know. I told him all about Zayn and I and how we kept it a secret, and how Harry had made his move and Zayn had caught us in the act. He remained expressionless the whole time. I knew he wouldn't approve.

"and now Harry's claiming that we're together and Zayn thinks I like Harry better and.." I trailed off and let the tears roll down my cheeks for a minute.

"No." Niall said suddenly. "Zayn loves you, I know it." he said it with such positivity. Had Zayn told him about it? I fell silent. Niall kissed my flushed cheek and told me it would get better. He turned out the light and closed the door.

Before I fell asleep, I thought about all the people I had lied to or disrespected.

I hated myself.