Denied the chance (The Script fanfic)

Angel Up Above

**Not Proofread**

I lift my heavy eyelids open, my face once again tear-stained. My mouth feels dry and dehydrated. Stretching my arm, I feel around for the glass of water which is usually sat on my bedside table. Nothing. Reluctantly, I sit up in the bed; something doesn’t seem right.

Pounding down the stairs, I arrive in the kitchen to be greeted by the cold stone-flagged floor, cold against my feet. I flick the switch on the silver kettle which sits next to the sink. As I grab my enormous mug from the cupboard, I add a tea-bag and a teaspoon full of sugar. I move over to the opposite side of the kitchen, turning on the radio at a low volume. The volume of my own singing begins to drown out the actual music. Wait, usually someone would have come down and told me quite literally to ‘shut up’ by now. Where is everyone? I ask myself as I walk into the hallway. A note is blue tacked to the window of the door leading to the porch. It read: Morning, or rather afternoon! We are at the usual spot; didn’t want to wake you. See you later, Jen x

Short and sweet, just like Jen, although, I would never say that to her face. Despite her size Jenny has one hell of an attitude. I have witnessed this on several occasions and I do not plan on being on the receiving end of one of her outbursts any time soon.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, I sit down at the breakfast bar, the warm steam from my cup of tea rising to meet my freshly washed face. Without the slightest thought towards food, I place my red duffel coat over my shoulders and walk out the front door, heading towards South Bank. Only now, do I glance at the time on my phone. 1 o’clock! I have been awake for just over an hour and a half, meaning that, contradictory to my usual early bird routine, I had slept in until half eleven. This is very unlike me. Even at the weekends, when I’m not working, I tend to wake up at the crack of dawn.

I approach the usual spot, to be met with an unusually large crowd. One person turns their head slightly and notices me. More and more heads turn as each person whispers to the person next to them. Making my way through the crowd, I wonder why everyone is here suddenly. Surely it has something to do with The Voice, but I didn’t even get through: why would anyone want to come and see me busk? I sigh, why is life full of so many unanswered questions? Ironically, that is also one of life’s unanswerable questions.

‘Hi!’ Mary calls out to me. I simply smile in return, sitting myself down on the wall, in between her and Pete. I greet each of them individually before turning to the growing crowd around me. Turning to face Keith, with his guitar set out in front of him I ask:

‘Do you mind if I play something?’ He picks up his mahogany Gibson acoustic and hands it to me. I smile. ‘I take that as a yes then.’ He nods. I close my eyes for a millisecond before strumming the opening chord to a song that I know off by heart. Soon I begin to sing softly, the cool air running through my soft, wavy, blonde hair.

‘If you see my friend, doesn't matter where or when, tell me if you see kay
If you see my friend, doesn't matter where or when, tell me if you see kay

She said I won the battle but I lost the war, 
And now my head is sore, 
And if I try and sail back in she's gonna push me from the shore, 
Now I wont ever get the time or day, 
No way no way no, 
Not from what I said but from what I didn't say, 
What I didn't say

So if you see Kay will you tell her that I love her, 
And if you see Kay let her know I want her back, 
If she listens say I miss her, 
Everything about her, 
Make sure you say I'm sweet f.a without her, 
If you see Kay’

I was so sure that this song was about me for so long, but surely if he had written a song about me he would have recognised me, or at least my name.

’Now I'm sitting here in disbelief, 
How it truly broke my heart to have to watch her leave, 
But she was torn between what she wants and what she needs, 
They say you love someone enough you've gotta set them free,’ These words mean a whole lot to me and Danny will never know that. I have no way of telling him.

‘If you see my friend, doesn't matter where or when, tell me if you see Kay
If you see my friend, doesn't matter where or when, tell me if you see Kay’ I finish, extending the final note. I finally fall from cloud nine; I am awoken from my dream by a dozen flashes and an eruption of applause. I scan the crowd, taking in every detail of every person’s face. As I steal a glance through my very own audience I notice a face in the distance, a familiar face. A very familiar face. I avert my gaze to the spot once more, hope filling my eyes. It is empty; I must have imagined it.

~ ~

After hours of singing, we decide to head out for a while.

‘We’re gonna head down the pub for a roast, do you fancy it?’ Keith jumps in, intruding my enjoyable silence as we walk down the road. Something inside of me tells me how to answer.

‘Actually, do you mind if I miss out.’ I ask sheepishly.

‘What’s up?’ Pete chips in. I shake my head.

‘Nothing, I just fancy a bit of a walk, if that’s alright.’ I wince, at the tone of my voice as I say the last part a bit louder than necessary. ’Sorry,’ I add quickly, ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’ I lie. I know exactly what is wrong with me. He smiles half-heartedly and unbelieving, before walking ahead to join the other calling out a short “bye” over his shoulder without turning back. I turn, facing the wide river next to me. Silently, I stand there for a few minutes. Turning my back on the dark green-blue water, I walk away, heading in the direction of the only place I feel safe; the place where a little angel is looking down on me.