Stay Strong (A Script Fanfic) (Slow updates)

Chapter 8

Danny's POV

It was a good thing Lena's car was fast. Mark drove like a madman; In fact, I wouldn't have been surprised if we'd clocked a speed camera. We made it to the studios in record time, though I don't think the midday traffic thanked us for it.
By the looks of it, security had been waiting for us, and the three of us sprinted into the Blind Auditions studio, skidding to a halt as I realised that everyone was staring at us.

Jessie J reclined casually on her chair, six-inch heels resting next to the buzzer, her legs sheathed in an outrageous pair of patterned leggings with a black leather top. She held her phone in one hand, and a frappé in the other, sipping it through a straw. She glanced down once to tap a quick tweet, then continued to glare at me, eyebrows raised.
Will.I.Am perched on the end of the buzzer table, legs dangling, with his sunglasses expertly balanced between his forehead and eyes. He also had phone in hand, lifting it to snap a photo of the three of us with a smirk. Before I could open my mouth to explain, Jessie had practically leapt from her chair, stalking over with an impassive expression.

"Where the hell have you been?" Her voice was even, but the stare was enough to make all three of us take a small step back. Mark was the one who answered.

"Well, you see..." Before he could continue with whatever line of argument he'd chosen, a yell echoed around the studio.

"It's about fucking time!" The studio manager strolled onto the stage, hands in his pockets. "We only had to delay the audience by two hours!" He lifted a walkie-talkie from his belt and pressed a button. "Let them in, he's here." The message was relayed, and Mark stepped back, pushing me forwards slightly.

"This one's yours." He and Glen disappeared with identical smirks, heading backstage. They were undoubtedly making a beeline for my dressing room, which always seemed to be lacking in food after they'd been there. I cursed under my breath and turned back to the manager.

"I can explain." Jessie hopped over to stand beside him.

"Please do." She sipped the frappé and gestured for me to continue.

"Well you see..." I tried to go the same way as Mark in my excuses. "I was at Lena's, and-" Jessie interrupted, holding up a hand.

"Lena? You're back together?" I frowned, I'd assumed she'd seen a newspaper.

"Um...yeah I guess we are, stuff happened...I don't even think we officially broke up to be honest and I can't be arsed figuring all that mushy crap out." I was rambling now. The manager raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Right, fair enough, but that doesn't explain why you didn't get any of our calls!" Jessie cleared her throat rather pointedly and awkwardly, and I clocked to what she was insinuating.

"It's not like that!" I protested."Look, I haven't had any calls, I would have noticed..." I reached into my jacket pocket, fully expecting to find my phone there, and swore. "Fuck." It wasn't in the other jacket pocket either, nor my back pockets. "I left my phone at Lena's."

"I know." I could hear the smirk in that familiar voice and turned with a wry smile to see the beautiful girl who waited with folded arms in the middle of the stage.

"That didn't take you very long."

Selena's POV

Sam moaned for the entire cab journey.
"I can't believe we're doing this! I'm telling you, you won't get past security!" I rolled my eyes as she continued. "Have you even thought about how you're going to get the damn thing to him?" She gestured to the phone in my hand.

"Have a sense of adventure Sam!" I smiled inwardly at my own recklessness. "He won't mind...I think. Plus he'd have only asked us to bring the 'damn thing' to him anyway once he realised it was missing." The blonde stared out the window for a moment as she mused.