[ let’s ruin the friendship ]


✿ Part 6 ✿

"Niall?" Daisy's pretty voice breaks my focus on the game, my full attention fixed on her now.

"Yes?" I ask, looking up at her as she approaches where I'm sitting on the couch.

She gives me a cute smile before saying, "May I join you?"

"Of course." I smirk lightly as she takes a seat on the cushion beside me, her thigh pressing against my own.

"What're you watching?" She asks curiously, the tip of her index fingers begins to trail the hem of my gym shorts, but her eyes are staring straight at me.

I swallow the lump in my throat, the location of her hand is awfully close to a region I'd much rather avoid giving any sort of attention to. Trust me when I say it doesn't need help when it comes to the thought of Daisy.

"Nothin' really." I shrug lightly as I pass her the remote.

She lets out a giggle as she begins to scroll through the options. I don't always let her get her way, but most of the time I do. Besides, no game is as important to me as her happiness is. If allowing her to watch her reality show or the cooking channel brings her joy then dammit I'll let her watch it forever.

"Ni." She mutters softly just as my phone goes off in my hand.

Instead of replying to her like I should, which I will most likely regret in the near future, I look down at the screen of my phone and see that I have received a new message. Without a word escaping my mouth, I open it up and read it. However, I give no response to the person and I lock my phone, tossing it on the table to keep myself occupied with Daisy and not the device.

"Did you need to ask me somethin', love?" I sigh out as I slouch down some, trying to get comfortable beside her.

It's an easy thing, I just allow my arm to slide around her shoulders and she effortlessly falls against me, head resting on my shoulder. God this is perfect, like always. She slowly releases an exhale, a sign to me that she's very content and pleased with this moment, with this position.

"Yeah.." She says lightly, her voice trailing off. "Who's Miranda?"

My heart beat rapidly increases at the mention of that name - gosh, I knew it would eventually come up but, shit, I didn't expect it to be a concern so damn soon. Before I could answer, which wasn't going to be much anyways, Daisy adjusts herself so that she's leaning her head back, eyes boring into mine.

"A.. friend." I mumble as if it's nothing, my gaze averting back to the television screen.

"A friend.. who happens to be a girl.. and who is texting you at one in the morning.." Daisy checks off the items on the list, her investigation furthering.

A gulp slides down my throat, "Days.. she's no one. Relax."

I'm not sure if she's worried about it, as if she's jealous because I'm getting texts from another woman. Or if she's just curious, finally glad that I've potentially found someone. Well, that's not the case at all. Miranda's nice and all that other stuff, but she's not my type..

"Do.. do you.. l-like her?" Daisy's eyes flicker away from me and down to her lap, a sign that clearly tells me she's worried and nervous.

I know how this girl gets when she becomes nervous - she thinks everyone and everything is going to fail her. Her anxiety is something she has been facing for a long time, and it can become very bad especially when she starts to assume things - jumping to conclusions is a natural talent she possesses.

"No, Daisy. I don't like 'er." I shake my head lightly, even with knowing she isn't looking at me now.

"So.. you love her then?" Daisy assumes, a strained laugh slipping out of her mouth.

"No, Daisy. I don't love 'er, either."

"Are you.. d-doing things.. with.. her?"

"God damn it, Days. I'm not fuckin' 'round with the girl. I don't like her in any type a way 'cept a friend." My hands get thrown in the air as my temper starts to rise, sometimes that girl can worry the living hell out of me.

She jumps in her own skin as I frighten her, of course - I'm going to seem like the bad guy now. She gets so overworked about the stupidest things and when I explode she wants to sob her eyes out and blame me for everything. Nothing I'm not used to.

"Why are you so fuckin' concerned about my business anyway? I don't snoop in your personal shit, do I?" My words probably came off harsh to her, but I'm not going to try and make up for it. I'm pissed, and it's evident.

Her head hangs low, eyes sealed shut and lips rolled in - fighting back tears, I just know it. I lift myself off the couch, not caring to inform her of where I'm heading. Quietly, I take my enraged temper to the balcony - hopefully some fresh air will help me get through this. I need to calm myself down and relax, somehow.

I lean my body against the high railing, praying to God that it doesn't give out any time soon. A heavy sigh slips out of my mouth as I try to appreciate my new found silence. Like usual though, she follows my footsteps and soon she's stopped herself in the doorway of the balcony - eyes swelling with tears and lips lightly quivering.

"D-dalton was r-right. You're a piece of shit." Her words do more than just phase me, they sort of stab at my heart - telling me I'm not worth a damn.

If I mean nothing to her, then I mean nothing at all.

She spins around in a angered manner, her feet stomping the ground as she headed through my bedroom. I push myself off the railing and hurry after her, I need to stop her before she repeats the fucking mistake she always does - she runs right back to that asshole.

Just as her small hand wraps around the knob of my bedroom's door, I grab her other hand and yank her away from it. She snatches her hand away from me and huffs, upset that I have prevented her from fleeing - something she knows how to do well.

"You're just gonna run back to him? So he can hit ya again?" I spit out the assumption, not caring if I fucking hurt her or not.

"I never s-said I was going back to him!" She raises her voice at me, eyebrows in a deep furrow as she stares straight through me. "Why do you fuckin' care?! Don't you have a girl to go fuck?!"

Quickly, I notice how Daisy's lips are shaking, despite her attempt to be strong and filled with courage. She's falling apart right in front of me, and I'm allowing it to happen.

"I'm not fuckin' her, Daisy! I'm not fuckin' anyone! " I can't stop myself from yelling back at her, she knows exactly how I get when I'm upset so I don't feel any pity for her anymore. She walked her pretty self right into this situation.

"Well maybe you need to! Maybe then.." She takes a pause, swallowing hard before continuing on, "..maybe then you wouldn't be mad all the damn time!"

"Me mad all the time? Are you shittin' me, Daisy? You're the one that gets mad over the stupidest shit! Like this!" I fire back, which startles her a bit.

She takes a few steps back, her body pressing into the door. Once she realizes she's as far as she can go, she stops moving, yet her eyes never move from mine.

"First you get mad 'cause you think I'm fuckin' someone, then you get upset when I tell ya I'm not fuckin' anyone. Why do you even care? Don't you have someone to go fuck?" My words are full of anger.

How can the girl I love be so cruel towards me over nothing? Who fucking cares if I'm texting some girl? I'm not doing anything with her, so what does it matter? Daisy's gaze lowers from mine, she nervously bites her lip as silence surrounds us.

"I.. I have.. never.. done that.. with him.. or any one."

Immediately, my heart feels some sort of relief, as well as a sadness. Of course I'm going to be relieved, the girl I love still has her purity. I should have already known that though, Daisy has never been that type of person. I'm upset with myself, not with her. How could I be so harsh on her about this? Mention these things that I'm not even fully informed of.. She tells me almost everything, but I guess now I really do know everything.

"And I.. I hate it.. that.. you do." She stammers anxiously, her hands shaking as she crosses her arms on her chest.

"What does it matter?" I shrug carelessly, not understanding why she's so against this. I mean, shit, if she knew the reason I have sex was to get her off my mind - then maybe she'd be okay with it.

"It isn't fair.. I hate knowing you.. you are with other girls."

So the truth has fully emerged now? The fact that I spend time with other females bothers her? This is quite surprising to me. Yes, I'm fully aware that Daisy gets jealous, but I never knew it went that far. I can't judge her though, I feel the same way every time she goes and spends quality time with that bastard. Before I could say anything, she speaks once again.

"They get to spend time with you.. and I don't. I.. I don't like it."

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