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

4. He's right

It has been a good couple of hours since I first went to my bunk to get away while Woody filled Will and Kyle, and most probably Charlie in with what happened between us. What they are all doing now, I don't know. I think I fell asleep, When I woke, a different song was playing through my headphones and I don't remember choosing to listen to it. And I don't remember time passing that fast either.

Sitting up onto my forearms, I feel nothing but silence. why is the bus so quiet? Peering out the window, we are on the road on our way to the next gig, wherever that is.

"You alright?" I hear next to me. I turn around to see Charlie laying in his bunk opposite mine reading a book. Once the words have processed, I nod at him and step out of my bunk.

"Everyone else is chilling in the back of the bus" he tells me. I nod again and decide against going to see my band mates. I take a deep breath and out comes a choked sob. Wait...what the hell? why did I just sob?! Now becoming aware, I suddenly feel like there's a massive weight on me and I feel rather upset. why am I in this band?

Charlie suddenly jumps down from his bunk and sits next to me. I can tell he is worried.

"What's up Danny boy?" he asks. Not that name again! I shake my head and turn away. I don't quite know what to say if I'm honest. Do I lie? Do I fake a smile, tell him that it's completely nothing and that's I'm totally okay? Would he buy that though, I mean he's sitting next to me as I sob. Surely he wouldn't believe me.
Do I tell the truth? Do I say that I'm not okay, tell him how I feel, tell him how i'm nothing, tell him my thoughts, spill all my emotions. No, of course I can't do that, one would be stupid to do that. Wait, I am stupid... but still, I can't say the truth.

"I... I... just never mind. Don't call me that." I stutter whilst wiping my dull eyes dry.

"Woody mentioned that you got angry when he asked if you were okay." Charlie adds.

"He doesn't believe me. I say I'm okay but he always thinks I'm not." I reply. Char gives me a nod before talking again.

"But he's right though, isn't he? I mean, you're always so pessimistic." How do I answer that? Even Charlie who we haven't known that long can read me like a book. I get this all the time from my girlfriend, I don't need more from my friends and band mates.

Oh, did I mention I have a girlfriend? Shocking I know but she loves me and I love her. She has a pretty name, which matches her prettiness. Jessie, Jess for short. Her hair is long and a light brown colour, her eyes are also a deep chocolaty brown. Irresistible.
Currently she is at home in London, she works so she couldn't come on tour with us which is sad but life is life. Ours just happens to be quite busy.

"Yes. Woody is right most of the time. But I don't want others to worry about me and I'd rather not share my feelings." I reply, going back to the question. At that moment, Kyle and Woody walk through the bus and join us.

"Everything alright?" Woody asks. I nod, and so does Charlie.

"We're gonna stop at a service station to get food and fuel, fancy anything?" Kyle then asks. Charlie thinks for a second as do I.

"I dunno. Just snacks, cold drinks" I suggest and they nod. Charlie agrees. Woody and Kyle carry on walking to the front of the bus and Charlie follows them. Picking up my phone and headphones, I decide that I should probably go and see Will before he starts wondering where I am.