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Guilty Pleasures

[ let's ruin the friendship ✿Part 5✿ ]



[ let’s ruin the friendship ]


✿ Part 5 ✿

There is only worry floating around me as I shut the door behind me, his message insisted that I just come on in like I would normally do. Of course, at the moment, things aren't quite normal for us. The display of humilation at the resturant is still haunting my mind and it was a few days ago. The only other thought I have stuck in my head is my concern for Niall and his current well being.

Is he alright? I have wondered it in the past few days, debating on whether or not to confront him about what occured that morning or if I should just stay silent about it and allow a week or so to pass by before going back to his place.

A week without my best friend feels like a year to me, though. I doubt I will be able to go through with that horrid plan of mine. Niall deserves so much more, so much better than what I have to offer him. I'm holding him back from exploring his options. We're always doing stuff together, he's got no time to go hunt for a girlfriend. More than anything, he deserves an explanation.

"D-dalton?" I nervously call out his name as I sit my purse down on the dining room table.

Moments later, I hear a few footsteps against the hardwood floor and I lift my head, my eyes taking in his newly found presence. His thin lips turn into a smile, "Baby. I'm so glad you came."

He throws his arms around me, locking me tight in his six feet and three inch embrace. I remain motionless in his hold, despite my brain wanting to instinctively respond to him. My heart is holding me back, and I gladly thank it for that.

Dalton must have noticed my statueous body. He removes his arms and takes a step back, eyes glaring down at me with furrowed brows and lines carved deep into his forehead.

"What's wrong?" He asks in a rather gentle, unexpected voice.

I push a hand through my hair, trying to get it out of my face entirely but I fail because it just falls back down. I walk past him and find my way to the living room. When I arrive, I plop down on the sofa and let out a heavy sigh.

Dalton follows me, but he sits in the chair adjacent to me and leans his forearms on his knees, his dark eyes staring intensively at me.

"Me and Niall.. are fighting." I mumble out, slouching down in my seat.

"What about?" Dalton questions as he, too, leans back in his chair.

I pick up my phone and unlock it, seeing that I have five unread messages from Niall. This might be the worst decision I've ever made, leaving him like that in the dust without a clear explanation.

"I don't really know. We're just arguing." I shrug my shoulders at him as I open up the messages and allow my eyes to roam over the words on the screen, immediately I can tell he's extremely upset.


From Niall (10:04am): Daisy, if it was something I said or done just know that I am so, so, so sorry.

From Niall (10:05am): You're angry and I just need to know why, love. I can't go through the day without knowing what's the matter.

From Niall (10:11am): I feel like I've given you enough time to reply, so now I refuse to leave you alone until you answer me.

From Niall (10:15am):Daisy, you're the only damn person I care about. Please, please just answer me love. I am beyond worried.

From Niall (10:21am): God you're driving me insane. Please just answer me! I AM SORRY FOR WHATEVER THE HELL I DONE!

"Well.. if I were you.. I'd just leave him alone. Maybe it isn't meant to be." Dalton puts in his input and automatically my temper begins to rise.

I sit up, my wide eyes burning holes straight though his obnxious face. "He's my bestfriend. I am not going to just leave him alone." I say with a slightly raised voice, but not enough to enforce anything upon anyone, especially him.

"I'm just saying. If he's arguing with you then maybe he's a bad friend."

"Niall is the best damn person I know. Do not say he's a bad person!" My voice ends in a whine, it hurts me that he's talking about Ni like this. He knows how much Niall means to me.

"He's so fuckin' clingy, Daisy. I'd dip out on him before it's too late and he tries something." He chuckles as if this is all some stupid little comedy game. "I mean. He's a brat. Always gets fussy when you leave. He's like a fucking toddler."

I take a deep breathe, preparing myself to respond to him in a upsetting way. However, before I could do so, my phone vibrated in my hand and my eyes fell down to the screen, the name making my heart flutter. The message makes it skip a few beats.

From Niall (10:37am):
I miss you, Days. It's so lonely with just me and Remi. You know I'm not good at takin care of animals. I need you're help, love. I just want you to come see me, just for an hour. I love you, and I need to know you're alright.

Harshly, I force the lump back down my throat and I stand from the couch, ignoring Dalton's voice which is beckoning me to return to him. My body is filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. I'm pissed off because Dalton has yet again attempted to convince me that Niall is no good. I'm fighting the tears because Niall misses me and I miss him but I just can't face him after what happened! I just fucking can't!

"Where are you going!" Dalton yells out just as I get the door open.

I turn to face him, keeping a tight grasp on the knob. My eyes are quickly look him up and down, taking a mental note of his tense stature. When he's ticked off he squeezes his right fist hard and that's exactly what he's doing right now.

"I'm fuckin' leaving. No one is going to tell me that my best friend is a piece of shit! Especially not you, bastard!"

✿✿✿

The music is causing my ears to pound, but I push the pain aside and focus on the drink sitting in front of me. It's nothing special, just a glass of water. I'm old enough to get in, but not the legal age to purchase a nice drink. Usually, when I come to these kinds of places, Niall is with me and he lets me get a taste of what he gets. But, as obvious as it is, Niall isn't with me right now.

Officially, things with me and Dalton have ended and I have already gotten all of my stuff from his place in return for the things he's left at mine. I don't care about that anymore - six months is nothing compared to ten years. Niall's been here for me long before a large majority of people I consider a friend. I took advantage of him for so long and I didn't even realize how my decisions hurt him.

Of course I know he cares about me and wants me to have the best, perhaps that why he never liked Dalton. Sure, my now ex-boyfriend could be sweet and romantic at times, he was mostly a brat who complained about everything I wanted to do. I got with him so I could have some sort of connection with someone, but there wasn't even a spark with Dalton.
He was just something I used to take up my free time.

"You know, if you want, I can sneak you a little somethin'." The bar tender said with a sly smirk as she leaned her arms on the counter, lowering her voice to keep this between the two of us.

I raise my head and my eyes meet hers, they're bright green and are greatly complimented by her deep red hair. My hand wraps around my glass, yet I don't pick it up from the bar.

"I'm fine." I tell her with a sigh, my eyes dropping back to stare at the ice cubes floating in the water.

"What happened? Breakup?" She asks curiously, I can tell she's geniuinely concerned about me at the moment, at least someone is.

"Yeah.. and I'm.. having some issues with my best friend as well. That's more important to me than the breakup." I shrug a shoulder as if I didn't care either way, but that was an entire lie.

"Let me guess.. guy bestfriend, yeah?" She arcs a brow at me, perhaps she's good at reading people?

"Yeah."

"So.. either.. he really likes you.. or you really like him. Am I right?"

I glance at her name tag and see that it says Emily in big block letters. I take a moment to gather my thoughts and figure out what exactly to say to her. She isn't wrong about the whole me having some liking towards him, but I don't know if I can admit that to a stranger. Now that I think about it, I would never admit it to someone I personally know so why not just tell her?

"I think.. it's both." I mumble, my eyes meeting hers again.

She taps her chin with the tip of her finger, "Well.. why's there an issue? You're single, I assume he is. Why wait?"

My heart jumps at her words, she's partially right in deed, yet she isn't. "It's.. not that simple." I huff lightly, the truth is finally coming into the air and out of my head. "He doesn't.. date. He likes to.. have a hook up every now and then."

The fact that Niall does that bothers me because I get so worried that he'll get attached to one of his one night stands and they'll fall in love and he'll forget all about me. Jealously, yeah I know.

"So. S'nothin' wrong with that, girl. Maybe he's waitin' on you." Emily cocks her head at me, making her point more evident.

"It's still not an easy thing. We've been friends for ten years. I was the first person that talked to him when he moved here. We're pratically inseparable." My voice is slightly cracking, due to the personal and emotional level of the conversation.

"You don't want to ruin what you have." She basically sums my entire anxiety fueled, overwhelmed mind. Perfectly correct.

"Exactly." I breathe out, propping my forehead on my hand.

When everything boils down in the end, Niall is the only person I can turn to. He's the only one that cares about me, and he actually doesn't mind asking me how my day went. Niall doesn't complain when I talk to him about a book I'm reading, or a movie I watched the previous week. He refuses to ever sit and let me feel insecure, he's always bringing me up from the slums and boosting my confidence. Niall loves me more than anything or anyone on this planet. I'm his little daisy... he's told me that when we were kids. I know good and damn well it still applies today.

"Well.. my advice to you is this," Her words grab my attention and I lift my head back up, eyes fully on her as she speaks to me. "Listen to your heart. I know it's cliche but just do it. Sometimes our minds can convince us of things that are far from the truth. If he loves you, and you love him then go for it. I say fuck what anyone says and just let go and let fate handle it for you."

Emily's words sink deep into both my heart and my mind. She's definitely put some sense into me in this fast five minutes we've been tied up into this discussion. Perhaps I need to put aside the other boys and all other options and just focus on what I've had in front of me for a decade. My best friend.

"Thank you. I am certainly going to put that into consideration." I smile at her and she gladly returns the gesture.

"You're welcome. If you change your mind 'bout the drink just holler at me." Emily excuses herself, having to tend to other customers now.

A heavy sigh falls from my mouth as I take a sip of the water. How is it that I am always the one stuck in a rut? Where's Niall's wisdom and advice when I need it the most? I'd hate to see how he'd react if I ask him how to handle the issue of me being in undying love with my very best friend, which so happens to be him. God bless.

I gasp suddenly as a hand slides across the small of my back, a touch foreign to me completely. I spin around in the stool, knocking the hand off of my body. My eyes are met with those belonging to a tall man in a jet black suit. His brown eyes stare down at me and there's a snobby smirk plastered on his face.

"Hello there, beautiful. You seem to be lonely." His voice is deep and rolls like thunder through my ears.

Never have I ever been a fan of deep voices. I love thick, foreign accents - I adore my Ni's voice over any other. I do not reply to this stranger, instead I just turn back to my water and take another drink of it.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I don't drink." I mumble, trying my best to forget he's there but it's hard to since he's all over me.

"You're too gorgeous to be all my yourself." He insists, a haunting tone to his words.

Fear strikes me suddenly as he touches my back again, but lower this time. I shift in my stool, his hand doesn't move though. A rather angered huff escapes my mouth as I turn my head to get a better look at him, but mainly to get my point across.

"Can you not?" I sigh out before looking away from the man standing awfully close to me at the moment.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be this way." He chuckles lowly in my ear, making millions of uncomfortable chills run through my body.

I attempt to ignore him by turning fully away from him, my back facing his tall height. His hands creeps further across my back, almost gripping my waist. A devious laugh rolls out of him just as his hand gropes my ass. I reach behind me and push his gross hand off of me.

"Please leave me alone." I jump down from the stool and gather up my purse, holding it tight against my chest as I flee the scene.

Despite the escape, I can heavily feel his sense following behind me as I shove through the mass of people, trying so damn hard to get away from that man. I have never been in this situation before, never had to worry about anyone messing with me because I always have Niall with me. Even when I would be with Dalton I felt much safer than what I am now. Of course, Dalton could never make me feel the way Niall does. Right now isn't an appropiate time to compare them, sadly.

"C'mon baby, don't run! I just wanna get you a drink!" He calls out just as I get past the tight crowd of drunken, dancing bodies.

My breathing is fast and breathes are short - my tired lungs feel heavy, like sandbags. This unsteady heart is violently pounding in my rib cage, I have never been this frightened before. The only time I get scared is during a horror movie, and even then Niall is there to make things better.

"Excuse me!" I say quickly as I shoot through a small circle of associates, it must be lovely to have that many friends.

A few of them make remarks at my rude behavior but right now I just need to get outside and find my car. Of course tonight would be the night I forgot where exactly I parked it in the lot, there's even a possibility that it's across the street in the vacant parking lot. God only knows, I assume.

Just to check, I quickly look over my shoulder. My eyes almost pop out of my head as I realize the man is closer than what I figured. He hasn't lost my path and he doesn't seem like he wants to either. Just fucking great, why do all the bad things have to happen with me?

My heels are a nearly four inches tall, but that doesn't stop me from running out of the club's front entrance, bumping into several people in the Olpymics worthy process.

"Dear God, please." I gasp out as I hurry through the lot, attempting to lay my eyes on my car but it's becoming quite hard due to the limited lighting and the lost memory of where it's sitting now.

Before I could get any further down the aisle, my body slams right into something hard and broad, my bottom hits the pavement. A groan leaves my mouth as I get a sudden strike of pain through my body, that really did hurt me.

"M'sorry." The thick, accent coated voice belonging to the dark figure made my stomach tingle and my lips curl into a hope filled smile.

"Ni!" I yell out, throwing my head back so I could see him clearly from my new found height.
He whips around and hits his knees in front of me, hands grasping my cheeks and pulling me close to him.

"Daisy." He breathes out. "God.. what.. what are yer doin' here?" The Irish flare to his voice has always made my heart flutter, and this moment is no exception.

My hands reach out before I could even think about it and they grab handfuls of his shirt, which has the top three buttons undone. I yank him closer to me, in which he gladly falls forward and drops an arm, allowing it to slide around my body.

"I'm so fucking happy to see you, Ni." I whine into his warm chest, my face buried from his eyes - but I can see imagine how they must look right now - glisening in the mix of the street lights and the shine of the moon.

"Baby, why were you runnin'?" He questions with his usual worried tone, yet I don't mind the fact he cares about me. It's a pretty damn good thing if you ask me.

"Th-there's a g-guy.. tryin'.. to-to touch me."

"Touch you?!" Niall snaps out of nowhere, pulling back from me so that he can stare into my eyes.

I gulp as his intense blue gaze burns through me, eyebrows lowered and lips in a firm, straight line. He's highly irritated at the moment, easy to tell for me. He stands up after pushing away my hands. A whine pops through my lips but he doesn't take it into any consideration.

"Where's the fuckin' bastard?" Niall angerily asks, a deepness settling in his voice.

Within a few seconds, he realizes I'm stranded alone on the pavement so he reaches down, extending his large hand to me. I grab a hold of it, letting him do all of the work to pull me up. He easily does so, and once I'm on my feet steadily, his arms go around me, chin pressing into the top of my head.

"I'll fuck 'em up. Knock his god damn teeth out his head." Niall grumbles the threats into the air whilst his hand pets my hair softly, smoothing it out in the process.

"Please.. just take me home."

"Did he put his hands on you?" Niall asks in a demanding why, I know I will not get away with lying to him - he knows me entirely too well. "Daisy.. did he touch you?"

"He.. he grabbed my.. my butt." I mutter out, knowing good and well that Niall heard the words I let out.

His arms drop from my body and he walks past me, accidently bumping me. Without thinking about it at all, I turn around and grab a hold of his shirt, trying my best to keep him back. I won't lie, it's pretty damn hard.

"Niall!" The tears stream down my face harder than before.

Niall is a very destructive person when he gets upset and I do not want him to do anything stupid. He'll black out again and hurt someone, just like last time. I can't have him thrown in jail for beating the shit out of some douche bag.

"Please don't do this!" I sob out while still holding onto his shirt.

He tries to fight my grip by walking faster. No matter how hard he attempts, I refuse to release him. Niall is usually a calm person until it comes to one thing. And that's me.

"Daisy he deserves to get da shit beat out 'em!" Niall hollers towards the bar, as if the guy is standing there ready for a confrontation.

"Ni, please! I wanna go home. Please take me home. I.. I've been waiting for frickin' days to see you.. please." That final little word that eases out of my mouth comes in a whisper, nothing more than that.

Easily, he slips from my grip but to my surprise he doesn't run off like I assumed he would. He turns to face me, a hand slidding around my waist. It settles onto the small of my back while his other once lifts towards my face.

"I'll take ya home, baby. Don't cry. I'm here, a'ight. Everythin' is gonna be a'ight." His soothing voice assures me of this, God I hope it's true.

"Pl-please." I stutter horribly, I'm falling apart but God knows I'm glad Niall's hands are catching me.

"We gon' go home." Ni rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, slightly pulling it. "I'll take ya on home, doll. Ni's gon' take care of ya. I got ya."

A nod is all I can muster up at the moment, but thankfully I know Niall won't be upset with the reply he was given. Sometimes it's okay not to verbally respond, Niall knows all the ways I react and right now I'm terrified and I just desire to go home with him. He is aware, and I'm so damn lucky that I have someone like him.

"Don't ya worry bout a thin'. I'm never lettin ya go again.Dis world is too dangerous for a fragile girl like you."

✿✿✿

The room is filled with nothing but cool air and silence. Niall must be occupied in the kitchen or with some laundry because he hasn't came to check on me in about an hour. Three days have flew by since I ran into him in the parking lot. It's weird how time passes so quickly when you spend it with someone you love.

A heavy sigh comes out of me as I stand from my spot on the bed. I have been sitting here so long that the covers are warm from where I was planted. My next decision is to take a nice, relaxing bath.

"Hi Remi." I say with a smile as the little kitten circles around my ankle, her soft fur feels ticklish on my skin.

She gives me a little pur before scurrying off - heading straight for the corner of Ni's room where all her little toys lay. A laugh escapes my mouth, it's the first sound of somewhat joy I've made in a long while.

Niall refused to sleep with me last night. He only slept on the couch because he knows I would never go to sleep as long as I had him to talk to. Usually I do not talk all night, I enjoy a great amount of sleep every night. But sometimes, especially after horrid things like what occured at the bar, I have a heavy desire and need to talk to him about it. While Niall craves to handle my issues and take care of me - even when it involves listening to my problems spill from my mouth - he cares about my well being and wants me to sleep.

My fingers curl around the hem of my night gown and I'm quick to tug if off and discard it on the bed. Sometimes I find it very nice to sleep in the soft cotton gowns, other times I prefer the silky ones. More than anything, I love to doze off with my body clothed in one of Niall's shirts. They're the best.

"He hit ya 'gain?"

"Ni!" I gasp as I spin around, gosh he frightened me. "I.. I didn't know.. you were-"

"He hit ya." Niall repeated. "That bastard hit ya.. again." His words are slow and calm, for my sake. I know his insides are on fire, his temper burning like wild flames.

"It was.. d-days ago, Ni." I softly say while taking steady steps towards him. "I'm fine now. I-I'm with you n-now."

At times, mainly when it involves me, he can get angry quickly and not realize the reality of things. Yes, Dalton laid his hands upon me violently again, but what he lacks is knowing that I'm here with him, not around Dalton.

"Daisy.. why.. didn't you tell me?"

"Ni.. I wanted to.. but I knew you would be upset." My words are feathery and low - I know I should feel like a fool for having my body full shown to him, but I don't. It doesn't bother me.

"But you didn't.. tell me." He breathes out, a hand shoving through his hair.

He closes the distance we share but instead of embracing me like I expected, he walks behind me. Niall traces his fingertips across my back as he gathers my hair. Without a word of explanation, he tosses it all over my shoulder, exposing my bare back to him.

"This looks terrible." Niall mumbles as he brushes over the large bruise placed between my shoulder blades - I know it's there because I have been able to feel it throbbing since it formed, yet I do not know how it looks or what condition it holds.

"Why would.. anyone.. hit such a beautiful girl?"

I do not reply since I am aware he meant to mumble that just to himself. His hand drops from the bruised patch of skin and comes to my named waist.

"You're not seein' him ever again." Niall demands this fact I have already hammered into my mind.

His touch disappears from my body as he walks to the door, leaving me lonely in his big bedroom. My heart is reminding me that he isn't mad at me, just upset with not knowing that the bruise exists. Niall loves me, he wouldn't dare hurt me.

At least.. I hope he wouldn't.

Notes

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