That's My Baby

Part eight

Wow.

Y/n- Look, Sam, I love you, but can we talk about something else? This is too much for one day.

I kept looking out the window until we pulled up to our apartment.

Sam- Yeah, I'm sorry, I just want you to-

She stops talking once she notices me entering the building.

I love Sam, she's my best friend, but I really need to be alone.

I drop my keys on the kitchen counter and go crash on my bed.

This doesn't even feel real.

*Daniel POV*

We touch down in London England, early in the morning.

It's only 3 in the morning, and fans are waiting patiently outside the airport.

I get excited, that's dedication when you stay up all night just to see us. I walk over with Corbyn, we take a few pictures and sign a few autographs until security tells us we need to leave.

We walk onto our new tour bus for the next month, and assign bunks. I get the very bottom, and I am happy yet terrified. Happy because no ones really going to notice me down there, terrified because the boys like to play soccer on the bus, and I know I'll get a ball to the face eventually.

Corbyn- You okay, buddy?
I slightly jump when he puts his hand on my shoulder, not realizing he was directly behind me.

Daniel- Yeah, I'm good, just ready for a nap
I say climbing into my bunk.

Corbyn- Okay man, we'll be out here if you're bored

I don't say a word, I just close the curtain and shut my eyes.

I miss y/n.

Why am I saying that? We only knew each other for a day.

We were drunk.

Why is this tearing me up so much?

*Corbyn POV*

Zach- What are we going to do? He's been too sad to even hangout with us. Like, did any of you hear from him while on break?
I sit next to Zach at the table, taking a sip of my orange juice.

Jonah- No, he didn't talk to me. I think it's that girl. He hasn't been the same since that night
He says not even looking up from his book

Jack- The girl from the club? No way, he's probably just stressed about a song or something

Jonah- I'll bet you anything, he still has the note in his pocket

Corbyn- The note? The one with his phone number on it? Why would he keep that?

Jonah- I don't know, I just kept catching him staring at it before break. I think he's just mad that he won't get to talk to her again

Jack- Well he needs to get over it, there's other ducks in the pond.
Jack says walking to his bunk, Jonah follows him

Zach- Ducks in the pond? Isn't it fish in the sea? Who says ducks in a pond?

Corbyn- Zach, go to sleep
I laugh at him while walking to my bunk, Zach follows

Zach- But it's fish in the sea, no one says anything about ducks, that make no sense!

Jack- Go the fuck to sleep Zach

*Daniel POV*

I wake up on the bus in Paris. No one else is awake, so I head to the back of the bus to start working on a song.

I slowly take the note out of my pocket, making sure I don't rip it.

I had chills when I was with her. When she walked, when she talked, every time she said my name.

I have to get out of my head and write a song before my mind explodes with all my thoughts.

I start writing lyrics to go with the beat I made a few months ago, and it kind of work.

I take off my headphones and sigh leaning back into my chair

Jack-Why don't you just look her up, man?
I jump and almost let out a scream

Daniel- What the hell, Jack? You scared the crap out of me
He laughs and sits down beside me, grabbing the note

Jack- Why don't you just look her up on Instagram or something?

Daniel- I cant, I don't exactly know her last name

Jack- You slept with her, and didn't even get her last name? Seavey, you dog
I smack his arm, and go to put my headphones on.

Jack- Hey, her friends name was Sam, right?

Daniel- Yeah, I think so

Jack- Well then search that up!
He gives me a clueless smile

Daniel- Yeah Jack, I'll just google Y/n and Sam, you're a genius
I smack him in the back of the head

Daniel- You're an idiot
I put my headphones back on and Jack gets up grabbing his head

Jack- Face it Daniel, maybe it wasn't meant to be

Maybe he's right, maybe it's not worth thinking about.

What if she's not even thinking about me?