| Daisy |

"What are you doing here?"

The way he said that made me feel like I was not at a club but some strip club .

"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked watching him lean back, the glass in his hand.

"It means you shouldn't be here." He said not so nicely. The slight sneer in his tone really putting me off .

"You're here. " I said giving him a pointed look.

Green eyes watched me impassively.

"That's different. "

"Really? How so?" I blinked innocently at him  and his eyes darkened .

Still looking at me , he took the shot up. .not even blinking when the acidic taste made his eyes water. .the rim of eyes going red.

"You don't belong here. " He bit out the the words taking my heart out and stomping on it with his foot.

Something in me kept telling me. .

Don't push him. .

Don't push him!

"Funny but who died and made you the queen?" I gave him a scathing look and he slammed the glass on the bar, a jagged crack going up on the glass.

A chill went up and down along my spine. In one swift motion he stood up and I had this sudden urge to turn my back and run.

Never look back.

The first few buttons of his button down shirt was open , giving off a glimpse of his hard chest. Sleeves rolled up , the metallic wrist watch glinting under the lights . .the slashes of his brows knitted and he came in on me.

Without giving me a chance .

At anything.

He moved suddenly and the next thing I knew his hand had latched around my wrist and  he was pulling me along.

When I woke up of my dazed state, we were half way to the exit.

Looking at his stone back , his muscles bunching up with every move. .I felt like slapping him!

Angrily, I tried to pull my hand back and claw at his hand but he didn't let me off an inch.

"What the hell, Dean! Let go!" I cried out giving up on struggling against his iron grip.

He looked over his shoulder at me.

"We are going home. And shut the fuck up." His voice raised over the music and somehow it made me struggle even harder than before.

I punched his back, digging my nails in his hand even went as far as trying to bite his hold.

I didn't know what I was doing.

All I knew was I had to get away from him.

Knowing he didn't feel anything for me was already hard enough and now —

Just as I tried to bite again, he whirled around and I went smack dab against his hard chest . It wasn't a romantic one either. My nose pushed up against him, a stinging sensation filling it up. I cupped my nose with my hand trying to press the pain away.

"Looks like this place is making you loose your senses ." He snapped and I pulled back from him as far as I could but I knew I couldn't get that far .

He was not letting my hand go.

"I'm not going anywhere!! I'm going to stay right here !! I'm going to dance and get drunk!! !" I yelled at him , seeing the lights bouncing off of his face . He watched me huff and puff , watched me while biting his bottom lip so hard I was surprised it didn't bleed.

He twisted his neck to a side.

"You want to dance ? Let's dance then. Lets do everything this place has to offer." His eyes went from lively to ice cold and that was the moment where I knew I had pushed his buttons way too far.

"Dean, you—you better not—"

He snatched at my hand, pulling me flushed against his hard body. My palms went flat against his chest , eyes wide at him as he stared down at me.

We weren't even on the dance floor. We were at a dark corner where the his black shirt made him merge with darkness well.

I bunched at his shirt when his arms went around my waist . His touch setting my nerves on fire. I had never been this close to him and now that I was—it was too much!

"I don't want to do this." I looked up at him , a slight tremor in my voice .

He nodded stiffly.

"I know. "

"For a girl who knows no shit about a club, you sure put up a fight for it." He said lightly. .not looking like the Dean few seconds back.

The aggression seemed to have seeped away because he didn't have thunder in his eyes now. He was just . . looking down at me . .his eyes not telling me what was on his mind but his hands. .

The gentle loose hug told me everything I wanted to know.

"In the middle of chaos , I can have this moment . In the middle of crises , I can look in your soul and act like everything is fine when nothing is. " He mused darkly .

"Chaos? Crises?" Locked in his arms , I didn't know what he mean. The selfish part of just wanted to savour the moment.

He looked away at the dance floor.

"What is your anchor in this world , Daisy?"

I really didn't have to think. Or stop myself from saying it.

"You." I breathed .

Dean glanced at me , his eyes burning like ambers. He leaned in. .so close.  .all I could see were his eyes.

"And who is mine?"

Was i hoping for him to say that it was me? Was i?

The answer was right on the tip of my tongue.

He smiled at my tongue tied state.

"It's not you."

The second he said those words the whole world shattered around me as if it were made of glass , my world went up in flames. The moment died down. . leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

A destruction so silent no one heard it.

"Daisy, look at me." He said and I couldn't because my eyes were watering up so bad. I was staring at his chest . If he killed me right here it wouldn't hurt as much as what he said did.

One of his hand let go of my waist and with his index finger, he lifted up my chin.

Dean sighed softly. .seeing the water in my eyes . .ready to shed.

"It will be so easy to lead you on like the others but—i don't want this, Daisy. I don't want us. Find yourself another. . anchor. You can't—you don't want to be with me. You'll get over this." He broke me down softly.

No yelling.

No shouting.

Just him breaking me down piece by piece . .

I pushed at his chest and he let me go. . watching me with those eyes I once had obssesed over.

With the back of my hand I wiped my eyes fiercely.

"You're no one to tell me what to do,  Dean Harrison. " I breathed through my nose . .so close to breaking down into tears.

He smiled.

"This is what I want. I want to be your no one. "

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