One Song (A Script fanfic) (Completed)

Chapter 15

Danny's POV

I paced up and down the living room, mobile in hand. For the past hour, I'd been on the phone to everyone: my manager, Mark, Glen, my agent, my mum! I was desperate. I'd only just got with Lena and we'd agreed to not say anything until we were both ready. Whoever got those fucking photos was dead!

Lena stormed through the door, slamming it behind her. She rushed over to the window and closed the curtains tightly. I gave her a quizzical look.

"Photographers." She explained. Oh. That said it all. "Anything then?" She plopped down onto the sofa, throwing her bag to the side. I shook my head.

"My manager's trying to sort something out, but until he gets back from Japan, we're stuffed." Yes, my manager was in Japan, he thought that The Script's global audience was biggest there. I wasn't so convinced.

"How long?" Lena asked, she wasn't gonna like it.

"Two weeks."

"Crap." My thoughts exactly.

"So what now?" I asked. Lena scowled.

"Not the foggiest." Great.

The next hour had Lena and I feeding George, staring at him as he swam around the bowl, watching a rubbish cooking show on tv, and eventually playing eye spy.

"I spy with my little eye..." I began.

"Is it George?" Lena guessed, cutting me off. I pouted.

"At least let me say it!" I complained. "And yes, if you must know it was George."

"I'm bored." Lena stated. "They gone yet?" I opened the curtains a crack, greeted by the bright blinding flashes of around twenty Kodak's or so.

"Nope." I replied, shutting the curtains again. "I think there's more actually." Lena sighed.

"Housebound because of stupid cameras." She moaned. I put my arm around her waist.

Then Cat returned. She slammed the door hard, flinging her ballet bag at the armchair.

"Those fucking cameras!" She yelled. Lena stood up.

"Are you ok?" She asked as Cat fumed.

"Do I bloody look ok?" She cried. "I've just fought my way through a crowd of photographers to get into my own stupid house!" Lena guided Cat to the sofa.

"I know, they've been following us all day." She explained. "Somebody at Uni told them about Danny." Cat glared at me and the phrase 'if looks could kill' came into my mind. That one look made me feel like I'd shrunk six feet.

"So what are you going to do about it?" She demanded. Lena and I shrugged and Cat scowled. "I am not gonna be a prisoner in my own bloody house because of some stupid flipping photographers!"

*Two days later*

"I'm a prisoner in my own fucking house!" Cat yelled for the fourth time today.

Selena's POV

I sighed and rested my head on my knees. Two bloody days and we hasn't been able to go outside. It was killing me. If those photographers didn't go away, Cat wouldn't be the only one to explode.

Danny sat at the kitchen counter, head in his hands. He'd been on the phone to everyone over the past 48 hours, and the only solution they could come up with was to tell them the truth. I had vehemently refused.

I mean, I wanna finish my studies and get my degrees! I don't want to be followed by cameras all the way through my exams. Lea flicked through the channels, bored. She'd returned from Ridley's at midnight the other day, she'd gotten a shock to find those journalists on the doorstep at that time. Cat was the same. She sat around the house, fuming silently. We hadn't even visited Sam. I'd had enough.