I'm Yours *Under Reconstruction*

How Much Alcohol Was Consumed Last Night Daniel?

How Much Alcohol Was Consumed Last Night Daniel?

Ok, I have gone over it twice but if you find words that should have the letter 'b' in but don't, it is not my fault, my computer keyoard is just not letting my use the letter 'b'. Thanks. Oh and sorry for not uploading in a while.

Tanks... see 'h' isn't working either! lol. thanks!

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"Hey Lilypop!" Mark smiled and pulled Lily in for a hug. "Danny was just telling me about last night and the things that you got up to." Mark then smirked and Danny shot him an annoyed glare.

"Oh no, did I sing again?" Lily fretted and put her head in her hands. Mark ruffled her hair and sauntered off further into the kitchen to get Lily some coffee and a paracetemol.

"No, you that you did not sing any Gloria Gaynor or any The Script." Danny assured her and blushed slightly but Lily was even more confused.                                                                                                     

"Oh my stars! Did I strip?! Oh my god, that was a one off. I am so sorry Danny I can not believe I did it again I am really sorry oh god!" Lily apologised profusely and shook her head, covering up her cheeks to hide the bright red blush. Danny chuckled and hugged her before taking her hands off of her face. Lily looked up at him and hugged him back before they both pulled away and Mark came back.

"You told her?! I'm so happy for--"Mark began before he noticed the hard stare from Dan and the puzzled look from Lily. "You didn't tell her anything. Actually, there is nothing to tell you I'm just...I'm just going to go and watch T.V...."Mark trailed off before awkwardly leaving the room and heading toward the living room.

"Daniel?" Lily glared at him and stood angrily with her hands on her hips. "How much alcohol was consumed last night Daniel and what, exactly, happened?!"

"To answer your first-uh-question. Quite a lot." Danny stuttered. "As for your second question, you may have accidentally, maybe, possibly told me that you liked me, cherished every moment we hugged or I kissed you on the forehead and you found it unfair that other girls were falling at my feet." Danny rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the ground waiting for her reaction.

"Shoot!" Came a shout from the kitchen and Mark immediately turned off the programme he had been watching and stood up. He'd told her then, he assumed and cautiously made his way towards the room his two friends were in. He got to the tiled floor of the kitchen just as a Lily, with tears in her eyes, was leaving with her light brown coat in her hand and her black handbag on her left shoulder. Danny followed her and stumbled putting his shoes on before running after her. "Lily wait!" Dan shouted and grabbed her arm. Wanting to know what happened next, Mark also followed them and got close enough to hear the rest of their conversation.

"Danny, I'm sorry, I'm not angry at you but I can't be around you right now. I need to go...somewhere. Just not here." Lily then proceeded to pull her arm from Danny's clasp and got into her car. As she zoomed of up the drive, Danny kicked a stone and swore in frustration, putting both hands on the back of his head.

"It's okay Dan, she will come back and you will make up. It was a drunken mistake for her and she needs to have a bit of space and talk to one of her other friends abut it." Mark was always the voice of reason in these situations and Danny knew he should listen to him so the both of them went back inside the house and watched the football.

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Lily sat in her friend, Melanie's living room, perched on the edge of her red sofa after telling her friend everything. "Listen Lil'. All you said was obviously true and whilst others cry or drunk dial when they are drunk, you sing Gloria Gaynor and tell the truth. Whiskey obviously makes you say what's in your heart." Mel joked and hugged her friend. Lily felt better but she was getting frustrated at the continuous Gloria Gaynor mentions. It was a one-time thing. Two-time thing. Okay! She had done it 4 times but jeez! give it a rest!