Struck

Struck Part 6

Word count: 5.3k+

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, angst, smut.

DANNY POV

You rush through the hallway of the venue, tunnel vision set on the dressing room door. You step inside the room slamming the door behind you. You throw yourself into the nearest chair with a curse and an exasperated sigh.

Fuck this. Fuck him.

You pull your phone out of your pocket dialing her number and listening to it ring. No answer. Of course.

A growl leaves your chest as you stand up and pace around the room. You hear a knock at the door followed by your name.

"What?" you snap.

The door cracks open and you see Jake standing there with an apologetic look. "Can I come in?" he asks.

You settle yourself back in a chair and nod your head. He steps into the room and sits in a chair across from you. "What's going on man?" he asks.

You scoff before answering, "Your brother. That's what. He can't keep his nose out of my business. Fucking ruined what I had going on with my girl, because he is a selfish prick."

"He can be that. I know, trust me." he replies. "If I had to guess he probably had no idea that all of this would happen. He may not know how invested you are in her."

"I fucking love her and now she thinks I'm out here slutting it up on the road because Josh told her that 'I needed to be free to explore' or some shit. God, what the fuck is up with that?" you seethe. "That could not be further from the truth!"

"I know dude, and honestly, I can't answer that one for him. He is definitely in the wrong for all of this and he will answer for it, I'll make sure of that. I know you are mad. I know you are, I would be too in this case I suppose, but we have to play tonight. We have to get through this soundcheck. As soon as we do, we will all leave you alone until show time. I swear. Let's just finish this up right. The fans deserve it." he says.

Realization sets in. He is right. The fans don't deserve a shitty show because you are pissed at Josh. You rub your hands over your face and then across your thighs with a groan.

"He better not even look at me, I swear to god Jake." you say standing up.

"We will deal with him after. Let's just get back out there." he says, standing to meet you. You follow him out of the room and back to the stage. A worried look is plastered across Sam's face and you give him a nod letting him know you'll talk to him about it later.

You have always been able to confide in Sam, he is your best friend after all. Josh doesn't look at you as you take your seat back at the kit. You watch as Jake walks over to him and whispers something into his ear and he nods in acknowledgement. Jake signals to you to count in and you nod and begin to play.

The rest of the soundcheck goes seemingly well and is over in no time. You're sure the show tonight will be a good one, as long as you can put all of the issues with Josh aside.

Jake yanks the cord from his guitar and hands it to his tech as you follow him off the stage. Josh hangs back for a minute with Sam and you take the opportunity to rush back to the dressing room to make a drink. You know you are about to talk to Josh and you think a little alcohol will help your temper.

As you relax back into the leather chair you sip your drink, leaning your head back to rest on the cushion. The door opens and you hear Sam and Josh's voices finishing a conversation.