[ let’s ruin the friendship ]

✿ Part 4 ✿

Easily, a smile spreads across my lips as I feel her hand trail down my exposed chest, her soft skin feels better than any expensive silk or lace. She lets out a soft giggle, probably as a result of having seen my smile. She knows she has the power to awake me from any hard, deep slumber - with just a little touch of her fingertips.

"Get up." Daisy's slightly raspy voice spoke aloud, still rough from just waking up.

Her hand travels down past my navel, stopping just as the edge of her hand touches the waistband of my briefs. She's never gone too far. A bubbling begins in my stomach at the feeling of her lovely touch against me.

"m'up."

"No you're not. Your eyes are closed." She sighs out, lifting herself off the mattress.

Her hand finds it way to the side of my neck, opposite of the side she's on. I'm one hundred percent positive she knows every right thing to do to me to get whatever she desires. My eyes shoot open just as she throws a leg over me, placing her bottom on my abdomen, not my crotch like I had suddenly expected.

"Days." I mumble lightly as my hand lifts from the bed to skim the side of her thigh.

Her cheeks catch fire at my movement, assuring my thoughts that she's being a little risky today and a tad more flirty than usual. Quickly, I notice that the shirt of mine she's wearing is doing little to cover her lower portion, and it's thin so her top half is basically viewable as well. What's the point of the shirt anymore? Hm.

"Ni." She rolls her eyes at me, copying my tone.

"What's with you t'is mornin'?" I ask, furrowing my brows at the beautiful girl above me.

The fact that she's straddling my body is making me heat up in certain places that don't need to draw any kind of attention from her at all. It would be quite embarrassing to have your bestfriend see the complete hard-on that she caused.. I'm sure she's seen them before though..

"Nothin'." She just grins at me, as if she sees nothing wrong with this picture. I don't say
anything else to her, perhaps things are changing..

My hand reaches back up, grabbing a good handful of the side of her thigh. She blushes hard as I do so, but she doesn't tell me to stop so I don't dare move. Daisy leans forward, her hand grasping my other wrist. She pins my arm on the pillow and falls down, her beautiful face just an inch from mine.

"Bet I can make you tap first." Daisy whispers slowly to me, her right eye falling into a wink.

A smirk grows on my mouth, "You're on."

It began with me flipping her over, grabbing a hold of her wild arms. I push her back onto the mattress, streams of happy laughs pour from her mouth as I end up failing at my attempt to hold her down. She knees me lightly in the inside of my thigh - she knows not to go too rough with the kneeing or kicking.

"You're weak, Ni!" She yells out as she shoves me back.

I give in to her push - I'm not saying I let her win all the time, because she really is stronger than she lets on and she can overpower me sometimes, but right now she's happy and I'll do whatever I have to in order to keep it that way.

"You're such a loser, Niall." Daisy gives me a devious smirk as her hands grip around my wrists, keeping my arms at my sides.

"You're just a bitch, doll." I wink at her so she knows for sure I am only kidding around with her - I would never call her that and actually mean it. Unlike other people.

"Watch your language, Horan." She slaps her hand over my mouth, making my eyes widen at her outburst of control. I have to say.. I don't mind it one bit.

She just lets out an adorable laugh, flinging her hair over her shoulder with the whip of her head - never releasing my other arm. I take a quick advantage of her ignoring my free limb. My hand grabs a tight hold of her waist, making her giggle again as I touch her sensitive skin. I keep her anchored on me so that she doesn't try to do anything. She can't pry my hand from her body, despite trying after removing her small hand from my face.

Daisy's entire body stiffens all of a sudden, her eyes darting to mine. I scrunch my face up in confusion, not sure what has gotten into the pretty girl on top of me. She nervously looks away from me, her hair covering the side of her face. She lets go of my wrist and apparently finds all her strength to shove my hand away from her. Before I could further ponder the situation, she began to shift.

"We um.. better stop." Daisy sighs out to me whilst removing her body off mine.

I raise up just as she falls down beside me, her eyes clearly avoiding mine. My hand touches the small of her back and thankfully she doesn't push me away.

"What's the matter? Scared you're gonna lose?" I say with a chuckle but I quickly realize she doesn't find it funny at all.

Her eyes cut over at me for a moment, but not long enough for me to read them properly. Daisy throws her legs off the bed and stands up - not wasting any time as she tries to get away from my side. I follow her worryingly as she steps onto my balcony - the morning sun blazing through the open doorway.

"Days." I carefully say that word, which happens to mean a very lot to the both of us. No response at all.

At first I debate on stepping outside in just my boxers. However, I soon came to my senses and realized the more important situation. Daisy is evidently upset over something and I am not aware of it. It's bothering me quite a good bit.

"Hey.. What's wrong?" I ask aloud as I walk up behind her, refraining myself from touching her soft body.

She lifts a shoulder at me, a sign to me that something is definitely bothering her. I admire my ability to understand her by just looking at the expression on her pretty face and the way I can read her body language like it's my native tongue. She's my girl, of course I pay attention to all those little aspects.

"Hmm. Nothing?" I breathe out as I rest my hands on her waist, allowing them to slide underneath the shirt she's wearing, which belongs to me. "I don't believe so."

Daisy's small hand presses against mine in what I figured was an attempt to push me away. However, my assumption is proven false as her fingers slide between mine and she tugs my arm further around her, stopping when it's over her navel.

"Just.. tired, Ni." She speaks in a faint tone to me, another thing that supports the fact she's clearly in a bad mood now.

"Be honest, darlin'." I whisper into her ear, the floral scent of her hair fills my head immediately.

"We just.. need to.. not do that anymore." Daisy admits what is bothering her. Before I can respond, she adds onto her explanation. "We're not.. kids anymore."

"So? That hasn't stopped us before. Why now?" I rest my chin on her shoulder, my body pressing fully against hers now.

"Niall." Daisy huffs as she squirms in my hold.

This has to seriously be messing with her because she used my whole name. Daisy always refers to me as Ni unless she's pissed at me or she's being serious.

"Daisy.. babe."

That's what ended our session on the balcony. Daisy maneuvered out of my hold and made her way back inside. Ignoring me entirely. I follow behind her and shut the balcony door once I'm back in my room. She has already slung open the bedroom door and I assume she's made it to her destination because I don't see her anywhere.

"Daisy? Please tell me what's wrong!" I yell out as I make my way through the apartment.

Where did she run off to this time? I walk into the kitchen and a sigh of utter relief leaves my mouth the second I see her standing in front of the fridge. I carry myself that way to see what exactly she's doing.

"How come it's not simple anymore?" Daisy whispers softly just as I appear by her side.

Our hands brush but I do not cross the line and try to grab hers. She clearly isn't in the mood for our touchy-feely ways right now. I realize that her sparkling eyes are roaming over the pictures of the two of us that are stuck to the refrigerator with a variety of magnets.

The pictures, for the most part, are of us over the years. We haven't changed that much at all, just aged with time. These captured images are special to me - she means the absolute world to me.

"What isn't simple?" I say with a light voice, at times loud noises can give her brain killing headaches and I'd rather her not have a migraine on top of the sudden state of depression.

"Us." She mutters while lifting the hand closest to me.

Our arms rub together for just a moment as she raises her hand to a picture of us on the beach. She had buried me and shaped the sand to resemble a mermaid. We were sixteen, it was summer break. Gosh, wasn't that yesterday?

She drags her finger tip over it slowly, silently admiring the memory.

I do not understand how things quickly flipped. Last night she was all about me and didn't let my hands leave hers nor my arms unwrap from around her body as she slept. But now, she doesn't even want me to look at her.

"Why are you.. saying that?" I question her feelings. "There's nothing wrong with us. Nothing has.. changed."

"When we were.. playin' around.." Daisy begins to explain things to me finally, but within a second her voice trails off.

I give her a moment to breathe deeply and collect herself. We all can become overwhelmed at times. Some of us more than others, though.

"We're just.. to old for it." She shakes her head, but I know it's not towards me - she is denying what she's thinking in her head. I desire to know what exactly that is.

"No we aren't. C'mon now, tell me what's really got you like this." I quit this isolation game and I grab her elbow.

With enough force to move her without hurting her, I yank her body so that she's facing me now. Her eyes lift to meet my harsh stare and immediately I can see the premature tears forming in her eyes.

"You're not telling me the truth, love." My words are louder than previous ones but at this point I don't care anymore.

Daisy still doesn't say a damn word about the truth. That's all I need to know - What's really going on.

"Something happened in there, or some thought got into your head and now you're acting weird." I want this to end so badly.

"It's nothing, Niall."

There she goes again with that name, this gives me enough assurance to know she's lying to me.

"If you tell me maybe I can fix it."

"There's nothing to fix." She jerks away from me, I release her elbow and she steps a few feet back.

Before I could prevent it, a scream is flying out of my mouth and straight into her face. "It's bothering you therefore it's worrying the hell out of me, too!"

"You won't understand!" She screams back, taking me completely by surprise. She usually never raises her voice that loud.

"If you'd fuckin' tell me then maybe I would!"

"Stop screaming at me!" She tries to yell but it turns into a whine, tears slowly begin to create streams down both sides of her face.

"Just tell me, Daisy!" Yet again, I can't control myself.

She violently wipes her cheeks with the backs of her hands moments before storming off, leaving me angered and alone.

All I can hear is the sound of her feet stomping the floor as she goes through my apartment. God only knows what she's doing and what exactly is going through her head. I wish he'd let me go. I make my way to the bedroom where I know she's at because the door is closed. I am fully certain that I left it open earlier while I was searching for her.

My hand grabs the knob and shockingly it isn't locked. I go into my room and the first thing I see is her barely covered body. She's clasping her bra, my shirt she previously had on her body is thrown on the floor.

Her underwear are messed up, one side of her behind is showing more than the other. I don't say anything, it's nothing I haven't ever seen before.

She throws on a shirt of hers that she usually keeps here at my place along with a pair of shorts. She turns around and isn't very surprised to see me. I'm sure she knows I have been here for a minute.

"Where are you going?" I ask with my brows furrowed. She can't possibly be leaving.

"Since you want to be this way.. I'm leaving." She gives me a sassy eyeroll as she walks closer, unaware that she's not getting out of this room as long as I'm blocking the door.

"Where are you gonna go? Just gonna run to Dalton so he can hurt you again?" My words are harsh, I can tell as she furrows her brows at me.

She remains quiet, but if looks could kill..

"Yeah? That's what I thought." I spit out, my blood counties its boiling rage. "I thought you hated him, huh? Told me you were done!"

"Ni-"

"But nooo.. You're just gonna run back to him so he can fuckin' hurt you once again. Then at midnight you'll be dialing my fuckin' number and beggin' me to come fuckin' get you! Just like you always fuckin' do!"

All I see are tears running down her face, but my vision is slightly blurred due to my own tears. How could she just do this to me? Up and leave over nothing?

"St-stop yelling." She sobs out, quivering lips and flushed cheeks.

"Stop being this way! Just fuckin' tell me what's bothering you, Days."

"You-you." She stammers over her words, which prevents her from speaking.

"What.." I sigh out, my temper is cooling down some. I guess the presence of tears rolling down her pretty face has softened me yet again. "What.. did I do?" My voice is gentle and slow, my hand touches against her clothed hip.

Daisy shoves my hand down as she lightly shakes her head at me, denying my touch once more.

After a moment of silence, I speak up. "Daisy. Please."

"I'll call you tomorrow. I need to go home." She pushes past me, getting through the door finally.

"Daisy, babe. Please don't go."

"I have to.. study." She glances over her shoulder for a second, her eyes hardly even land on mine.

"Daisy-"

"I'll call you."

She wraps her small hand around the handle after undoing the chain. I restrain myself from grabbing her because even though it would be easy to yank her back to me, I know it's wrong. The last thing I want to do is hurt her more than she already is.

"Please don't.. don't go back to him." I beg one final time.

God knows how bad I want her to just stay with me. She doesn't have to speak or even look at me. I only want her to be safe.

Daisy's gorgeous self turns around and her eyes haven't dried at all. She takes a deep inhale and breathes out, "I'm.. I'm not, Ni."

And with those words, she's gone. Little does she know, I have fully convinced myself that she'll be right back with him before the night is finished. I want to believe her, but she's lied so many times before about this same damn thing. She'll go back - and no matter how upset or pissed I am or what words I say in anger, I will drive to go get her and I will bring her home. I will comfort her and take care of her broken pieces.. Just like I have done over and over again. Because I love her.

Why can't she just be simple? Why won't she just chose me already?

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