I lay in my room, staring up at the ceiling. Tears are flowing out of my eyes, making my face all red and puffy.
Why am I crying? I have no idea. All I want is Harry to be next to me. To have his arm around me. To have my head on his chest.
"Daisy!" My mom yells from down the stairs. I sigh.
"Someone's here to see you!"
I get up from my bed slowly, a puzzled look on my face. Who would be at my house at 11 pm on a Saturday. Shouldn't people be at parties?
I strut down the stairs and into the family room, to the front door where Zayn is standing there with his large hands in his front jean pockets, his hair as perfect as always.
"Thanks mom." I said, giving her the signal to leave. She throws me a flirty wink, then walks back into the kitchen.
I motion for Zayn to go outside, so we both are standing outside and no where near my mom. I close the door behind me and give Zayn a smile, which he returns.
"So what's up?" I ask.
"You left your wallet in my pocket." Zayn says, chuckling. I blush. I had to give Zayn my wallet because I forgot a purse, and I had no pockets.
"Thanks." I say under my breath, putting my hand on top of his and grabbing my wallet. For some reason, my hand doesn't move. It just stays on top of Zayn's, as my eyes stare into his. The world has stopped. Like no one or nothing is around us. This was the same feeling I had when Harry and I had our first kiss.
He was walking me home from our first date, which was dinner, and we were on my driveway. He started to lean it, but all of a sudden, it started snowing. And he still kissed me. In the beautiful snowflakes.
"Um, thanks again." I say, getting back into reality and grabbing my wallet from him and taking my hand away from his.
He nods his head towards me, and walks down the stoop steps, then down the driveway and to his car. He hops into his big, blue, truck and starts the rusty engine, and drives down my street, leaving me standing there like a fool.
"Daisy!" My mom yells from downstairs. I open my eyes, and a angered look plasters on my face. I look over at my clock. 8am. Why is she waking me up this early on a Sunday morning?!
I run down the stairs, looking very frustrated.
"What the hell do you w-" I stop talking when I see who's right next to her. My hand flies over my mouth, tears falling down.
With his arm around my mom, my dad stands there with a small smile on his face. The same smile Cassie and I have.
I run over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, tears still falling. He let's out a chuckle, putting his arms around my waist.
My dad's gone through a lot. And I mean a lot. When he was 16, his father put him in the military. My dad worked there for 6 years, then, he got shot in his leg. He was in physical therapy for as long as I can remember. Then him and my mom met at physical therapy. They fell in love right away. They then got married two years after they met and they had me. A month later, my dad fell into a deep depression with my grandma dying, and his father abusing him. Saying it was all my dad's fault for not being there to help his mom. My dad has tried to commit suicide 5 times by the time I was 11. Then my dad got tired of my grandpas shit, so one night he went to his dad's house, and stabbed him. Killed his own father, which got him in prison. He was supposed to be in prison for 25 years to life, but his attorney got him out in trial by saying he killed his father out of anger and despair, and how he has a mental illness. Which isn't a lie.
"I've missed you so much honey." My dad says, finally letting me go. I stare into his ocean blue eyes, and feel more tears well up in my eyes, and spring out.
"I've m-missed you t-too daddy." I stutter, wiping my tears away. I give him a small smile and think to myself... My own father, doesn't know I have cancer.