WEDNESDAY AUGUST 18; We’re heading into the city for the weekend. After we arrive in the afternoon, we’re going to the top of the Statue of Liberty. Then we’re meeting for dinner at this adorable diner next to our hotel.
I walked into the hotel bar and slid onto a bar stool.
"Gin and tonic." I murmured to the bartender. He nodded and dissapeared. I looked around, stopping when my eyes fell on David. Was it just me, or was he everyone? I watched as he downed two shots in a row before ordering more. Something wasn't right. From the look on David's face, to the way he was drinking, i could just tell. I hesitantly walked over to him. "David?"
"Oh, look who it is." He barely looking at me which, as much as i hated to admit it, hurt.
"David, what's wrong with you?"
"My father died. The little b.stard." I closed my eyes for a second, trying to think of what i could do or say.
"I''m sorry." I murmured. It was all i could come up with.
"No you're not." He spat. "You don't care. Hell, you're probably happy that i'm hurting, right?"
"David, it's not like that, please."
"Shut the f.ck up, Daisy. I don't need you to act like you care about me just to make me feel better. I'm not an idiot."
"No, you're not. I am."
"What?" He looked at me, confused.
"The whole time you were with Poppy, i just kept trying to tell myself that i was over you, that i didn't care anymore. I just wanted to be done with you. I wanted to have a chance to find someone new, to start a new life, one you weren't included in. But, it didn't work, at all. No matter what i did, what i do, i just can't get you out of my head. It's like there's something in my brain that just keeps telling me to fight for you, to keep trying." I quickly brushed a tear away. "God, David, i love you so much." He stood up and slowly wrapped his hands around me, pulling me into his warm arms.
"Daisy Perry, you're a f.cking idiot, you know that?" I laughed, sniffling as i wiped away my tears.
"God, i probably look like such a wreck right now." I swiped my finger under my eye, a lame attempt at fixing my makeup.
"You look beautiful, you always do." He kissed my forehead.
"So, what happened to your dad?" I looked up at him.
"I'm really sorry, David." I stepped out of his arms.
"I'm okay, i think. I mean, he had a good life."
"Listen, i'm here for you. If you need to talk, or just want someone to drink with." I smiled. "I'm here. But, as for us, i'm not exactly ready for that. You just have to give me some time, okay?" He nodded.
"Okay. But Daisy?"
"I'm never going to stop fighting for you, for us. Not this time."
[So, i know most of you said that you didn't like David anymore, but it just didn't feel right when David and Daisy weren't together. Anyway, if you read comment 'never stop fighting']