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Guilty Pleasures

[ let's ruin the friendship ✿Part 3✿ ]



[ let’s ruin the friendship ]

✿ Part 3 ✿

It's now Saturday, which marks almost three whole days since I last saw Daisy. We have hardly even exchanged texts or phone calls. She's somewhere stuck under his hold, I'm sure of it.

The waves crash on the shore continuously, nothing to stand in their way or stop them from completing their destiny. If only there was nothing blocking my way, perhaps then I could finally end up with her. The horizon is quite lovely, the setting sun and its melting colors. It would be much better if Daisy was sitting beside me on the soft, cool sand.

To my right sits a family, the couple is young and so is their son. He's playing with the sand, mushing it in his hands and rubbing it over his arms, giggles leaving him every now and then. They watch in pure adoration. I can't help to wonder how it must feel to be truly happy and content with yourself, your life, and your family.

Usually, I don't come to the beach alone unless I want to feel her presence. It's like she's right beside me, yet she's a million miles away at the same time. Of course I invited her to join me, but she replied saying that they already made plans for dinner.

I know that she doesn't intend to ignore me and push me to the side, but it happens very often - more and more as the weeks go by. She has a boyfriend, I need to learn how to accept and understand that she doesn't have as much free time to spend with me anymore. I would never third wheel either - one, because I respect her relationship and the right to have one, and two, because I can't stand that guy. I'd rather be thrown to the sharks than to have to sit across from him at a table.




Once the dark sky had crept in, I returned to my car and have been sitting here ever since - listening to the rumble of the engine and the low volume of the radio. Just my luck, her favorite song is on. I cut off the volume entirely, not wanting to be reminded of her absence. Sometimes I just feel like kidnapping her and fleeing this place - but no, I could never do that. I'd leave with her any day, but I would never force it upon her.

She deserves to be utterly happy - even if the one that makes her that way isn't me.

My ringtone bursts into the quiet scene, making me jump slightly in my seat. I pick it up and furrow my brows as I read over her name displayed on the screen. If she's having dinner then why is she calling me? I ignore my thoughts and quickly answer, fearing the absolute worst.

"Hello?" I calmly say, hoping that she won't pick up on my nerveousness - she's good at reading me, most of the time at least.

"Hey.. Ni?" Daisy's voice is soft and low, as if she were secretly calling me.

"Daisy.." I mumble her name in return, not sure whether or not to ask if she's alright or if something is wrong.

"Are-are you.. b-busy?" She sniffles between words, a sign that she has been crying fairly recently.

"No. Why? What's wrong?" I ask, putting my car in reverse so that I could leave the parking lot.

The line goes silent for a moment, but I know she's still there. She coughs lightly before clearing her throat and speaking to me once more. "I.. I need you to.. to come get.. me.. from.. from-" She cuts herself off with a sigh, her words were shaky and cracked - she sounds completely broken.

"What happened?" I ask while waiting for the cars to pass so I can exit the lot.

"Just.. come to.. to.. the corner of.. Third and.. and.. Heath.. I.. Please." Daisy asks this and I can easily tell that she's been sobbing - my poor girl.

"Alright. I'm on my way." I press my foot on the gas pedal, not caring about how fast I'm going or if there are any police near me - that girl needs me and I will do whatever it possibly takes to get to her.


Thankfully, I am not that far from where she is so I waste no time getting there. I reach the last turn which is getting me closer to her. I take a deep breath as I see her standing there by the lamp post, her arms thrown around it and her head resting against the pole. I pull over and quickly turn off my car.

I sling open the door, honestly disregarding the thought of the keys, and I hurry out of the car and over to her. I nearly trip over the sidewalk but luckily I don't embarass myself in front of her and the few people standing outside a near by shop.

"Days." I breathe out her sweet name as she turns to face me.

God. She looks like a complete wreck. Her eye makeup is melting down her face, black smudged with the pigment of her foundation. I bite the inside of my cheek, my stomach is nervously flipping in all directions. Whatever happened tonight was not a good thing, that's obvious though. Daisy lets herself fall against me, knowing that I would always catch her. I do just that, sliding my arms around her back.

"Daisy." I mumble that beautiful word as my hands rest in the small of her back.

She doesn't reply to me, but immediately I can feel her tears soaking through my thin shirt, the wetness is cold against my skin. I close my eyes tight, she deserves so much more than what she gets from that bastard. Sadly, this isn't the first night I've had to pick her up off the streets because he just fucking left her.

What kind of man does this to his woman? What would even be the reason for doing something like this? Women are such a jewel, a gift - and yet there are people out there who will just throw them around, undermind them, insult them, and just ruin their self esteem. One of those people is her fucking boyfriend.

"Stop crying, it's alright now. I'm here." I assure her as I place a kiss on her hair line, usually her height didn't allow that but she's wearing heels on her feet.

"I wanna go home." She sniffles lightly, her words slightly muffled by my shirt. "With you."



✿ ✿ ✿


Daisy's hand clutches mine, a sign that she really needs me right now. I have a hundred things I could be doing, including both cleaning and studying, yet I know I must stay here with her, even if she is asleep. If I slip away she'd surely know and then she would just wake up, beg me to return, and we'd repeat the process. I can't leave her side, she's already been shredded to pieces - I do not want to make it any worse.


We returned to my apartment about an hour ago. We walked in and she kicked off her shoes, it was evident that she was sick of the pain they had been inflicting on her swollen feet. Once I had locked the door, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my bedroom. She stripped of her dress in the bathroom, away from my eyes, and changed into one of my shirts.

After she had gotten cleaned up, she climbed onto my bed and demandingly gestured for me to copy her actions. I gladly did, which lead to us being like we are now. She's laying on her side, her back pressed to my front. One of my arms rests underneath her neck, that's the hand she's holding on to. My other arm is draped over her the spot where her hips curve out, with that hand tucked between her body and the mattress.

This is something normal for us, sleeping like this. She loves to feel safe and secure, and I enjoy making her feel that way.

Daisy stirs beside me, a grunt leaving her mouth as she released my hand suddenly. Before I could ponder her reasoning for doing so, she flopped onto her back and her eyes shot open, the lamp casting a dim light over her beautiful face.

"Days." I mutter lightly, adjusting my hand so that it rests on her stomach.

She lifts her small hand and places it on top of my mine, while the other lies between us. Her eyes continue to stare up at the ceiling and her mouth parts as she exhales slowly. I want to ask her about what ever occured at the resturant, yet at the same time I feel like that would only upset her more than she already is.

"Ni." She mumbles faintly, ending the room's cold silence.

I slide my arm from underneath her and prop my head on my hand, my elbow digging into the mattress as a result. "What is it?" I ask in a low tone, I'm very close to her ear and I don't want to be too loud.

To my surprise, she goes quiet again and the curiousity in my body begins to eat me alive. I want to know what happened so that I too can be mad at him. I need to know what he did so that I can never forgive him for it. I have a desire to dislike him and his actions entirely, and I will do whatever it takes to carry through with that want.

"He.. hit me." Daisy's words make my brows shoot up, did I hear her correctly?

"What?" I say in utter shock, not really certain if I understand what she's telling me.

She turns on to her side to face me, her head resting on the pillow while those puffy eyes stare up at me. I watch her lick her swollen lips as she gathers strenght to speak to me once more.

"He hit me, Ni." She repeats the information and I nearly lose all of my sanity. However, for her sake, I remain calm.

"Wh-where? Why?" My mind begins to flood out of my mouth, this is the start of something bad. Once I know the answers, I will not be able to prevent an angered rant.

Daisy sits up, my hand falls to her thigh in the process. She lifts the shirt of mine up and shocking she fress her body of its covering. She tosses it onto the floor and moves so that her back was fully in my view. I watch her hands gather her hair and pull it across one shoulder, revealing the large miscolored mark over her right shoulder blade.

"Daisy." I whisper gently as I stroke a fingertip across the heated skin. The blue and purple discoloration, the yellowing on the edges. My poor girl..

"I.. I don't know what.. what I did.. He.. He was.. just.. mad." Daisy states as she releases her hair. It falls down her back again, hiding the mark from my intense gaze.

She lies back down as I remain sitting up. I don't even know how to comprehend what I just saw and what she told me. Her white bra and pink underwear are the only two items covering her body and for some reason I am fully comfortable with that. And she seems to be, too.

"I hate him." She whispers as her eyes flutter shut, her lashes resting atop her rosy, flushed cheeks.

"You should. I sure do." I reply as I pick up her shaking hand from off the bed.

I look down at the small thing, adoring the way she automatically slots her fingers with my own. Her palm is warm against mine, a spark is created inside of me - but I attempt to ignore it. The last thing my heart needs to believe is that she actually loves me the way I love her.

"He.. did that while I was.. at his house." She tells me. I look down at her just to see her eyes are still sealed and her brows are relaxed on her forehead.

"Why were you crying outside then?" I wonder, I have been thinking of the reason all night but nothing has appeared in my mind.

She sniffs, "He embarrassed me."

"How?"

I feel my entire body stiffen as her eyes release even more tears, gosh she's falling apart in front of me and there's nothing I can do.

"The.. the waitress.. c-came to.. to take our order." She begins, sniffling between her words.

I give her a nod, encouraging her to continue on even though I know it's very hard to do so. "I.. I ordered and.. and he told me that.. that I eat like.. a.. a grown man.. in front of.. that girl." The back of her hands wipe her eyes, trying to free her skin of the wetness, but it's just replaced by more falling tears.

At first, I was going to defend her and tell her that she ate like a normal girl, there isn't a damn thing wrong with how she eats. If she wants a five course meal then dammit I'm not going to say a word about it. To me, that wasn't a big issue. But to her, and her fragile heart and brittle feelings, it was like a torando riped through her and tore her heart out.

"Then.." She takes a deep breath, this must be where the story goes down hill. It isn't good to start off with, but for her to be shedding as many droplets as the Pacific can hold, then I know it has to be a bad thing.

"He looked at.. at the girl and said.. 'You should want to look as sexy as her, not like some slobby, disgusting pig'.. and.. they just.. laughed at me, Ni."

My heart is absolutely broken for her. How could anyone sit and humliate the girl they claim they love? That ought to prove to her that he's no good for her, she deserves so much more than that ass has to offer and I pray to God that she realizes that. She might not come running for me, but at least she'll be walking away from him.

"Daisy, you are beautiful, you know that. I tell you all the time." I assure her as I place her hand between both of mine, sequeezing it a bit.

Her eyes trail over to meet my worried stare and she just shakes her head at me, using her other hand to cover her face in utter shame. I hate seeing her this way, acting as if she isn't the most gorgeous human on this planet. God, don't I know it. She's purely beautiful and I'm not just saying that because she's my friend - even if I had never seen her but once in my life I would have thought the very same.

"I'm not good enough for him.. for anyone." She snatches her hand away from my hold and it's in this moment that I realize she's ruined.

Daisy has never denied my touch before, even if we have an arguement - at the end of the day, she'll be touching my some way. Whether it's holding my hand, or tracing shapes on my leg, or poking my cheeks. She has no resistance, nor do I.

"No. He is not good enough for you. Only a low down dick would say something like that to a girl. He is lucky that I didn't hear it come out of his mouth, he might not be alive right now if I had." I force myself to turn away from her, I don't want any anger to be lashed out on her already broken heart.

I get off the bed and trail over the window, propping up against the frame as I stare out at the city's lights beyond the wall. A gulp slides down my throat, she really got hurt and I wasn't there to save her. Of course I came to the rescue, but I didn't prevent it - and that will kill me every day for the rest of my years.

"Are you mad at me, too?" Daisy's shaky voice spoke in the quiet room.

"No." I mumble while feeling her presence creep around behind me, there is no need to be loud if the person you're speaking to is lerking near you.

"I.. I should.. should've.. stayed with you." Daisy's gentle touch appears in the dip of my back after her fingers slide underneath my shirt.

I suck in a quick breath, she kills me instantly when she does that sort of thing. Just the slightest brush of her skin against mine can have my heart pumping a million times an minute, and my brain just goes off the wire for a good half hour. She drives me mentally, phsyically, and spiritually wild.

"Yeah, you should've." The words escape in a sigh, which just happened to sound a bit too irritated - this is only going to bother her more and more.

"Ni... 'm scared.." A soft whisper enters the room the moment her head falls onto my back and her arms wrap around me, squeezing me as tight as the little strength she currently holds would allow her.

"Why are you scared, love?" I question her sudden mood as I look down at where her hands sit on my abdomen, her arms have caused my shirt to ride up some.

Carefully, I place a hand over each of hers, to keep them glued down on me. She keeps me sane, and with her beautiful skin against mine, I can remain collected. She doesn't speak at first, all I get in return is a sniffle - a sign that she's beginning to shed tears. I wish I could feel her body pressing to my front, my arms craddling her shaking body. But this is good as well, we're just as close and I know she's comfortable, and to me, that's all that fucking matters these days. That's all I've ever worried about.. this damn girl.

"I don't.. want my stupid mistakes.. to.. to scare you off." Daisy explains, cracks in her sweet voice.

Gently, I grasp her wrists and remove her arms from around me. Quickly, I turn around to face her and I immiedately cup her face with my hands. Her swollen lips are pouted out and those gorgeous eyes I adore with my entire soul are puffy and red around the edges, tears have ruined the only thing I love - he has destroyed my girl.

"You listen to me." I say with a tad bit of sternness to my voice - I know she will pay me more attention if I sound serious, which I highly am at the moment. "Nothing will ever make me run away from you." I assure her with a deep furrow of my brows and a rather intense, hard stare.

"But, Ni." Daisy begins to protest, but I don't let her carry on for very long. I end her words by pushing my thumb on her bottom lip, indicating her to be silent now. She complies.

"I have been here with you for years. I have seen a lot of things you've done, both stupid and amazing. I've heard the weird shit that comes out of your mouth when you're drunk and when you're sober. We've had fights, we've made up. You are the only person I truly, completely trust aside from my mother." I have to take a few deep breathes because I feel tears swelling, getting ready to drip down my face.

"There is no reason for me to go anywhere at this point. I love you, Daisy. You're my best friend, darlin'. There's no body that can take your place, you know that." I allow my lips to fall onto her forehead and I hold them there for a few long moments, making sure she takes in all of my feelings.

I lean back just enough so that I could see her pretty eyes staring up at me, "I don't want you seeing him anymore. He's no good, Daisy. I'm sick of seeing you get hurt." My words automatically have an impact on her, I can easily tell when she gently smiles back at me, nodding her head in my hands in addition.

Finally, she's realized he isn't worth a minute of her time.



If only she'd notice I use up all of mine thinking about her.


Notes

✿sorry about the wait!!!
✿We were wondering if you guys would like to see Daisy's POV or should we just stick with Niall's? We thought just stay with Niall, but it's what YOU GUYS want!!
✿ALSO - IF YOU WANT YOU CAN RECOMMEND US SONGS THAT COULD POTENIALLY INSPIRE A NEW STORYYYY
✿feedback on this please!! - this part is a little lame but trust me.. it gets good!
✿don't worry this and the others will be regularly updated asap! We are working on more content!!! yayyyyy :):):) - J


---- we want you guys to be a little active with us, so we thought you could pick the next song for the next story (we have ideas prepared for each of these already we just want to know what you want to see first!) chose only one please!! Comment below xx
1. DON'T BLAME ME - Taylor Swift (GAWD the feels this song gives meeee omg!)
2. NEVER BE THE SAME - Camila Cabello
3. DOES HE KNOW - One Direction ;) (little throwback there)

Comments

Harry

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
6/5/18

"Dr. Hardy" You have no idea what that last name did to me, it made me think of the actor Tom Hardy and now he is the face of Dr. Hardy to me

I love this so much <3 please update lets ruin the friendship and the other one with Harry in the hospital that I'm having a mind blank on the name of..

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
5/15/18

@Allie Miller
Thank you so much darling!!!! xxxx

brianna.smith brianna.smith
5/15/18

GIRLS!!!! you guys are fantastic!!! love it!!! xoxo

Allie Miller Allie Miller
5/14/18