I'm Yours (A The Script Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

Chloe's POV

The next morning, I wake up my the sun streaming in my eyes. I brush my hair out of my face and look over to Helena's sleeping bag. Same as yesterday, it's empty, so I guess she has gone off running again. Typical Helena activity. After a few more minutes to lie in, I get up and drag myself to the girls bathroom/changing place, where I have a quick shower, get changed pull my hair into a messy bun above my head. Then I brush my teeth and go back to my tent.

Just as I'm about to climb back in my tent, I see Helena jogging into view. She slows to a walk and waves at me from the distance. I greet her when she arrives. She pulls out her slightly messy side braid and fans out her wavy hair. "How long have you been out for?" I ask, curious.
"Just an hour today." She says, shamefully. "There was a little rain." I look up at the sky. It isn't quite so blue as yesterday, but still looks alright, so I guess I slept through the rain.

"Ah well, that's still quite a long time!" I reassure her.
"It was only four percent of my day!" She complains. I love it when she gets all mathematical. "Anyways... I need a shower..." She adds. "I'll be back in half an hour!" I think Helena is well known for her long showers. Sometimes I think she just stands there for the whole time. One time she had a two hour shower (no lie) and afterwards she kept complaining she looked like a raisin...

I peek into the boys' tent and see them all asleep, so I leave them be and browse the internet on my phone. I go on Instagram first and like The Script's new photo from last night - Danny and Helena cooking. Then I read through the 243 comments. They range from people asking who Helena is, people shipping them together, people complaining that Danny might not be single any more and so they can't marry him, people asking what he cooked, people asking if it was edible to generally people saying that they are so cute together. I laugh at some of the comments. Then I check twitter, where they uploaded the same picture, and there were very similar replies.

Soon enough, Helena came back into our tent and I showed her some of the comments. We smiled at some together. "Shall we make breakfast?" I ask, when we are done. She nods and scoops out some more packets of apple and cinnamon instant oatmeal, and begins cooking them. "It's a shame we don't have a blender here," Helena complains. "Because I'm really craving a green smoothie." I agree with her, I really am craving fruit and vegetables.

"Maybe we should go home soon, make a smoothie, then continue camping!" I laugh. She giggles a little.
"Yes of course. Let's go all the way home just to make a smoothie. Then let's come back again! Haha you're a bit weird, but I like it," she says. Just then we see a few shadows of people outside our tent, and we unzip the door, and see Danny, Mark and Glen standing there.

"Are you guys ok?" I ask, looking at them. They all look a little upset at something.
"I'm sorry Chloe and Helena, but we just got a message saying that we have to go back home and continue the album." Glen says.
"We can't camp anymore, we have to go back to our apartment." Danny adds. Then they grin at us.

"Although we can't go camping anymore, we were wondering if you wanted to spend the rest of your mini camping holiday camping in our flat with us!" Mark speaks excitedly. "What do you say?" I'm speechless.
"Is... Is this a little prank, or?" Helena says slowly.
"Nope, real life!" Danny grins.
"Are you sure we won't be too much a hassle?" I wonder, and Glen shakes his head.
"It all works out fine." He winks at me. I blush.
"Then count us in!" I say.
"Hell yeah!" Helena adds, fist pumping the air once, and her silver bracelets on her left wrist slide down her arm.

"We need to leave in no later than an hour or so, so if you want to come, you may have to pack up quickly!" Danny smiles cheekily, his eyes lighting up. Although Glen is my favourite, I can clearly see why Helena is gaga over him. They leave our tent with big grins on their faces, and leave us to pack up our few things.