16 | Toxic

                                    

                                          
January 30
Harry Styles
The constant buzzing sound of the tattoo gun was really starting to piss me off. I stared at Zayn, my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he sat in the chair across from me, tattooing what looked like a bird on his hand.
I haven't gotten a new tattoo in a while, I think the last one I got was the word 'big' on my big toe, Zayn and I had been on some very strong drugs. I have no memory of getting the tattoo, I just woke up and it was there.
My head was still pounding from the intense hangover I had, I'd never drunk as much as I did last night before.
But there was only one way to numb that pain.
I couldn't stop myself from going to see Daisy the next day after that night at the club when I took her home. 
But that only made things worse. 
"Harry, I'm sorry I let that happen again last night. I can't see you again" Daisy kept her eyes on the ground, avoiding looking in my eyes but I could still see the dark bags under her eyes.
I knew he had went to her apartment and she didn't fucking call me like she said she would.
"Is that what your little boyfriend told you to say?" I felt my shoulder going stiff and my jaw clenched.
"No- no, he didn't. I just can't." She was quick to defend him, but kept her voice quiet, toying with her fingers as a distraction.
I grabbed her hands, pulling them closer to my face and I could see the faint bruises on her wrists, that looked like she had tried to cover them "If he hurt you-"
"He didn't, everythings fine. Please just leave me alone. I'm sorry for everything" She snapped her wrists out of my hands, still with her eyes on the ground, refusing to look at me.
"Have it your way, go find him then, make sure he's not beating up another woman" I muttered, feeling a weird burn in my chest.
She could go with him all she wanted, it wasn't my choice to make.
And that was two weeks ago, I hadn't seen her since.
James wasn't going to be alive for much longer, I had found his home address in Pennsylvania. I knew where his mum lived, his dad, And for each mark he left on Daisy's bodies, one of them was going to pay the price.
I had already taken care of James' brother. 
Louis did some digging and discovered that he also had domestic abuse charges. 
Seemed to be a running theme in their family, so a few days ago I waited outside his house until his wife and daughter left, then the house mysteriously caught fire when he was still inside.
What a shame.
I grabbed the half empty bottle from beside me and let the burning liquid run down my throat. 
This was the feeling I liked.
Not the other feeling, I hated that one. 
It was a warm feeling, but not like the familiar burning I got from the drink. It was warm in the way that made your skin tingle, the kind of warm that got on my nerves. 
I hated that kind of warmth. So why did I want it?
I knew I fucked someone last night. I remember wrapping my hand around her mouth when she wouldn't stop letting out exaggerated moans and whimpers, obviously thinking it would turn me on but it was just annoying.