The next morning when i woke up Danny was still snoreing so i quietly unwrapped his arms from my body and went for some breakfast. I grabbed some bread and shoved it into the toaster. While it toasted i turned on the telly to watch the news.
"In other news we have a new number one this week from a new artist called Heather..."
I gasped i was on the news. They were talking about me. I continued to watch.
"The question is who is this girl and where has she come from? Well from the song we know so much but what is the story before the story? Some of our reporters have done some digging and found that this girl is listed as dead-"
I curled up into a ball trying to hide from the world. I didn't notice the tv turn off but i did notice Danny wrapping his arms around me.
"Ignore them babe," he said softly, "it is a load of shit we both know the truth and that is enough. Shhhh. It's okay!"
"I'm sorry," i sniffed begining to cry, "i'm over reacting!"
"No don't be silly. It isn't nice having your hard past dug up by the press but i promise they won't hurt you!" Danny reasured me wiping tears from my eyes.
Danny remade me breakfast since my toast had burnt then we headed off to the studio. It was terrible as soon as we stepped out the front door we were hit by flashes of cameras. Protectivly Dan shielded me with his body and guilded me into Glen's car. When we were in the car it was fine. Glen had had the sence to buy a car with blacked out windows. He drove us to the studio since Dan still can't drive and we know that motor bikes are a no no.
"Shit!" Dan muttered when we arrived. The place was crawling with Pap.
"It is fine Dan," i said, "i have to face them at some point maybe if i answer some questions they will go away."
"Are you sure you are ready?" He asked and i nodded, "okay but be careful what you say."
Taking a deep breath i stepped out into the fireing line. Blinded by flash i grabbed Dan's hand to anchor me. The first few questions were fine; 'what does it feel like to be number one?' Etc. but the they got worse; 'what was it like on the streets?', 'how did you end up on the streets?' , 'is it true you killed your family?.
Memories flooded back, yes i did kill them it was my fault...
"Leave her alone!" Danny shouted as he held me up. "JEEZE!!! Don't you know when to fucking leave it!!! Heather go inside!"
"But..."
"Glen take Heather away from these people!" Dan shouted full of anger.
I was guided inside by Glen and i fell into the ground and put my head into my hands.
"You okay?" Glen asked putting an arm around his shoulder.
"I'm fine!" I snapped shaking him off, "just... Just make sure Dan doesn't do something stupid!"
Glen looked at me like a shot down puppy but followed my command and left.
"Sorry," i whispered as he fled. I shouldn't have snapped. It wasn't Glen's fault. I put my head in my hands and cried.
Suddenly Danny burst through the door shouting. His face was red in anger. He ran back towards the door but Glen was in his way.
"DAN NO!" Glen shouted
"But!" Dan pleaded pacing
"No." Glen repeated
Danny punched the wall in frustration then winced in pain. A stray laugh escaped by body, typical Dan. Then he saw me and his face changed all his anger was drained.
"Heather!" He gasped rushing over to me and i realised that my eyes were puffy and red from crying. Danny cradled me.
"Look what they do!" He hissed at no-one in particular.
"It's fine Dan. I was just a bit shocked." I reasured him placing my hand on his heart and leaving it there till his heart rate returned to normal.
Glen called us through to the next room for tea and we sat in silence drinking it until Glen left leaving just Dan and me. We said nothing for the rest of the time. We wrote no music. We did nothing. Nothing needed said. We had nothing to write. We only need to hold each other. Mark picked us up at the end of the day took us home, fed us and put us to bed.
The next morning i woke and Danny wasn't there. I heard the tv in the next room. It was the news. I got up. Dan didn't notice as i walked in he was too busy watching the news. We were the main story. The new celeb romance for all to see. They began to question our relationship due to the age difference Danny stormed out the flat.
"Dan!" I called after him but he didn't hear me.
I turned the telly off. Load of shit. I loved Danny and he loved me and that was enough. Both Dan and i knew that, he just needed time to cool off. Deciding that he would probably be back when he was ready i went back to bed.
When i woke up Dan still wasn't back. It was now hours since he left. I began to worry. Still i waited yet more hours. I waited all day and into the night but he didn't return. I called Mark.
"Is Dan there?" I asked
"Ye he is."
"Is he okay?"
"Sure.." Mark was lying. I could hear Danny in the back ground. He was crying loudly. I couldn't take it. I couldn't put Danny though this pain. No-one else should suffer because of me. That is why i am better off alone.
I grabbed some things and left. But not before leaving Danny a note. He deserved that much.
"Danny i am sorry but i cannot see you suffer because of me. I am a disaster zone and i feel that it is best you walk away and since i know you won't i have. Sorry and i love you. Heather x
P.S don't come looking for me move on."
