Dan’s POV
Haylee was pretty drunk and I was certain that I was as well. We danced close together, stopping to hit the bar every once in a while. Phil was talking to a girl that was in his class at Imperial and they seemed to be getting fairly close. The DJ put on ‘Dirty Dancer’ and Haylee squealed. “OH I LOVE THIS SONG!” she shouted. She grabbed my hand and led me onto the floor once again. We danced, twisting and spinning to the music. We danced close, our bodies against one another. It was getting super-heated. Haylee pressed me through the crowd to the wall. She kissed me and I kissed back. We made out for a few minutes before she grinned, grabbed my hand and dragged me back out on the floor.
It was getting late and I was certain by now that I was hammered and so was Haylee. She leaned on me for support and eventually passed out in my arms. We left, barely making it back to the flat before passing out as well.
I awoke to the sunlight pouring in. I moaned and rubbed my eyes, trying to fight off the headache I had. “Oooo, I got way too drunk last night!” I groaned. I heard the sound of someone getting sick and I instantly thought of Haylee. I ran to the bathroom and sure enough, there she was. I held her hair back and rubbed small circles on her back gently. She sat up when she was done and let out a moan. She cleaned up and brushed her teeth. “How are you feeling, Haylee?” I asked her.
“Horrible. Last night was so much fun though! It was so worth it!” She cheered.
“DAMMIT! KEEP IT DOWN YOU TWO!” Phil shouted. I cringed.
“Oops. I forgot to warn you. When Phil’s hung over, he tends to be a bit cranky.” I told her. Phil entered the room a moment later, a ginger ale in his hand and sunglasses over his eyes. His hair was a mess.
“I have a liveshow in twenty minutes! I need to get over this hangover.” He muttered.
“Phil, your shows are at three. It’s …” I looked at the clock. “Noon.”
“I promised the fans I’d do an early show.” He explained, taking another sip of ginger-ale. Haylee and I nodded. I led her to the kitchen and fixed her a ginger-ale. Phil began his liveshow and naturally Haylee and I joined in. After our hangovers had all gone away, we went out for Starbucks. After that, we came back to the apartment and hung out.
Haylee’s POV
Dan and Phil and I decided to play Call of Duty for a while, and then we set up band hero and began to play. I took vocals, Dan took guitar and Phil took drums. They were both really good, playing on expert level. I was impressed. Dan then thought it was a good idea to challenge Phil and me to Dance Dance Revolution and film it. He went first, playing on expert level. He was incredible! Phil was next, attempting expert level as well. Dan had two cameras set up, one recording our feet on the mat and the second recording the screen. Phil was really good and I felt so inferior. “Maybe it should just be you guys! I’m really bad at this!” I told them. However, Dan and Phil weren’t letting me out of it.
I took a deep breath and began to dance. My feet moved across the mat expertly and I couldn’t believe I was really doing it! I finished the song and Dan and Phil cheered loudly. I had gotten almost a perfect score. I smiled proudly and Dan wrapped up filming. Suddenly my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered, stepping into the hallway.
“What the HELL are you doing in England?!” My father’s voice came through the phone.
“Dad! I told you, I moved here after graduation! I had to get away from there!” I cried.
“You’re just a stupid little girl chasing some stupid dream! You think you’ll ever be famous? HA! You’re just a piece of trash! You need to get your butt back here and do something sensible for once! Get a real job at a real store!” He yelled.
“And listen to you yell at me and mom all of the time?! No, I don’t think so! In case you don’t remember, you aren’t a part of this family anymore! You stopped being a part of it when you left mom and me out in the cold! You didn’t even care to provide for us!” I shouted.
“Listen you ungrateful little BITCH! I provided for you and your stupid excuse for a mother for 17 years! 17 more than I ever should have! You think I ever wanted a daughter like you?! HA! You’re lucky I didn’t make your mother give you up for adoption! Sure would have made our lives a whole hell of a lot easier!” He bellowed. By this time I was crying and Dan and Phil were standing at the entrance of the hallway watching, concerned. “You’re a piece of trash and you’ll NEVER make it in England! You should just give up and come back home! At least then you’d be doing something sensible! Besides, you’re just a stupid depressed girl who’s going to end up killing herself anyway!” I gasped. That had really hurt. I fell to my knees. Dan rushed forward, but I put up a hand to stop him. I had to finish this.
“Listen here, DAD, and listen well. You are NOT my father anymore. I don’t ever think you were fit to be a father. I hate you, no, I DESPISE you and I never EVER want to hear from you again. Maybe you’re right, maybe everything you said is true, but you know what?! I DON’T CARE! I’m doing just fine here without you! NEVER CALL ME AGAIN!” I slammed the phone down and collapsed into a sobbing heap. There was a hole in my chest and it hurt terribly. Everything my father had called me swirled in my head. Dan knelt beside me.
“H-Haylee… is there anything I can do?” he asked, seeming to be at a loss.
“Take me home. To my flat. I want to go to my flat, please. I just need some-some time.” I whispered. Dan nodded and helped me up. I dried my eyes and stayed silent. I was dying inside, but the quiet was better than trying to talk to anyone. Phil said goodbye and Dan drove me home.
