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Chapter Twenty Nine - Sex Life

Dans POV

"Mate, are you serious?" I sigh loudly.
"We've got two weeks left, we need them as soon as is humanly possible"

I hear Emily enter the room and turn to look at her. I roll my eyes and quickly wrap up my conversation.
"Right, I've gotta go but I'll call you back tomorrow to see how things are going.." I end the call and toss my phone onto the coffee table.

"Whats wroooong?" Emily says in a sing songy voice.

"Theres been a problem with printing the t shirts. Should get it sorted soon... I hope"

"Don't panic" she sits on my lap and plays with my hair "It'll be fine, something was bound to go wrong a little, its your first big tour"

"I guess you're right" I close my eyes. I love when she plays with my hair. It always calms me down. "What are we doing tonight?"

"Uhhh are you serious?"

I open my eyes. "What?"

"It's Kyles birthday? We're going for food and drinks?"

"Oh shit yeah... I knew that! You distracted me!" I kiss her cheek.

"Weeeeeell, we dont have to be there for an hour and a half... so what if I distracted you for a little longer?" she smirks at me.

"How do you plan on doing that exactly?" I raise my eyebrow. She stands up and pulls me by the hand to follow her, so I do.

"How about I just show you instead of explaining?" She giggles and pulls me to her bedroom.

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An hour and a half later Emily is still running around grabbing her purse, her phone, brushing her hair, fixing and then re-fixing her make up.

"Emilyyyyy, come onnnnn" I whine and pout at her.

"Stop that!" She hits me softly on the arm, "I need to look okay or else I'm not going anywhere!"

"You look beautiful though so can we go now?"

I'm not just trying to get her to leave. She does look beautiful. She's got on a tiny black dress, black DM boots and my denim jacket. Her hair is wavy and a bit messy from our antics in the bedroom and her black eye make up makes her eyes look even more blue than normal.

A blush creeps onto her cheeks. "Shush, you're only saying that so you get some later" she says cheekily.

"I'm not! I mean it" I pull her into me "You're the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on... except for Kyle obviously" I stick my tongue out at her.

She pinches my side and I squirm away from her.

"Let's go Smith, we'll be late"

By the time we get to the restaurant, everyone else is already there. The boys, our producer Mark and some other mutual friends. I sit down next to will and Emily sits between me and Kyle.

She gives him a hug and whispers something to him, which he starts laughing at.

"Care to let us all in on the joke?" I ask.

"Yeah dude! Emily here was just telling me what you two were up to and why you both were actually late" he winks at me and I look down at my hands.

"Wish I hadn't asked now" I mutter.

"Awh come on dude, what could you possibly be embarrassed about, look at her!"

"Oh Kyle leave him alone, I told you, not the whole table" Emily gives him a stern look and he pouts.

"But I like teasing him"

"So tease him when we're not at a table full of people!" she responds, sounding a bit like his mother.

Conversation quickly moves away from my sex life and on to tomorrow's gig.
General consensus is that's everyone's super excited, except me, I'm absolutely terrified. But I'm just going to keep that to myself.

They'll all know I'm nervous, but I don't think they realise how bad it is this time. We're a real band now, with a record deal, there are actually people to impress.

I shake it off for now, I can be nervous tomorrow, and re involve myself with the conversation happening beside me.

Emily and Kyle are going on about some band they're both listening to, so I join in with Will and Woody on the other side of me.

Wine and beers with dinner swiftly turn into shots after dessert. It's not long before someone suggests going to Underworld for more drinking, which we all agree to.

This is going to be a messy night.

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4am.

Everyone's gone home by this point. But not Bastille, nope, we're a group of hardcore drinkers. Well, tonight we are anyway.

Kyle has pulled some girl and is busy trying to get her to come back to his for a drink, while the rest of us and Emily are on probably our 7th round of shots at the bar.

Woodys face goes very white, very quickly after the tequila and he runs off to the toilets with his hand covering his mouth.

"I'm gonna go make sure he's okay" laughs Will, as he staggers off after him.

Which just leaves me and Emily.
"Daniel" she shouts over the music and sways slightly on the spot.

"Yeah?" I lean down to her level so I can hear her.

"I think I need to go home now, but can we bring everyone, I want a girly chat with Kyle" she slurs.

I roll my eyes and gather everyone up. Kyle isn't best pleased about the fact that this girl won't go home with him, but everyone else is happy to go.

After ten minutes of complaining from him we finally leave the bar.

Woody apparently feels much better after a little vomit because he's skipping down the street, arm in arm with Ems, singing 'Lets dance to Joy Division' at the top of his lungs.

The rest of us are just watching them and laughing, it's kind of cute, in a 'far too drunk to be in public' sort of way.

When we get back to the house, Will immediately gets some music on and Emily pulls two bottles of wine from the fridge.

"Who fancies another driiiiink!"