|#Wattys2015| HΔNGIN' |Bastille/Dan Smith fanfic|

3. Anger

I remain silent and watch as the rest of the band and the crew get onto the tour bus and out of the warm weather. Will is the last to step on the bus, he turns around and spots Woody and I standing about ten metres from the bus. Woody holds his index finger up to say 'one minute'. Will nods and gets on the bus. The doors close after and Woody and I are now alone.

I run my hand through my hair nervously and stare at the little blades of grass gently swaying in the slight summer breeze. Woody shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he waits for me to answer. Oh shit! I'm supposed to answer. That's me busted already, not answering gives it away. and now I bet you Woody's picked up on that.

"Well?" He asks. I look him dead in the eyes and reply,

"Nothing" I say. The look on his face tells me he doesn't believe me. Great start Dan, real smooth.

"Come on, even the fans have noticed. Something was bothering you at the meet and greet." He says next. I sigh.

"I'm fine Wood" I simply reply.

"What does biting your fist help you with? you never told me." I can feel anger slowly building up inside of me which makes me feel bad because I don't want to snap at Woody.

"Nerves... Stress..." I mumble in response. Woody nods before opening his mouth for the next bloody question.

"Stress? You get stressed before gigs?" sighing again, I shift my weight. I probably weigh way too much than I should right now.

"It doesn't matter," I tell him firmly, my anger bubbling through.

"But it does matt-"

"I said it doesn't matter! what don't you understand about that?" I snap loudly at him. Woody looks hurt by this but this doesn't mean his giving up. He wouldn't do that. Guilt suddenly floods me and I turn away from him, biting my fist really hard. My head shakes slightly with the large amount of pressure I'm biting my fist with. It hurts, yes, but it really does help with anger as well.
Woody grabs my arm and pulls it down, stopping me from relieving my anger.

"You can't have been nervous then. Why are you getting so stressed and angry?" he asks me.

"Why the hell are you being so nosey?" I question back. Answering a question with a question is wrong, I already know, but I couldn't care less.

"Because I care Dan, can't you see that? You are like a brother to me, I never want to see you upset like this" He tells me.

"Well you do all the time!" I snap again, immediately regretting what I had just said. That wasn't supposed to come out. I'm such an idiot!

"...You just admitted to being sad all the time." He reminds me.

"Just leave it. Conversation over." I firmly reply and start walking to the tour bus.

"Dan! stop pushing us away" Woody calls after me, jogging to catch up.

"No Woody. Forget it." I say and press the hidden button to open the doors. I swiftly walk on, Woody right behind me now.

"Just remember that we care." Woody holds my arm to stop me walking and says. I pull my arm away.

"Please leave me alone" I say, barely a whisper and I walk past everyone, them all giving me worried looks before turning to Woody. I go to my bunk and lay in there with music in my ears, not wanting to hear Woody tell everyone what just happened.
I'm a screwup, and that just proved it. I can't keep one thing hidden.

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Sorry if my emotions and fucked up self show through this story.
-Kyle