Obsession, It Takes Control

Obsession, It Takes Control (1)

Daisy was a normal girl, well apart from somtimes she formed very unhealthy attachments to things it would have been much better for her to avoid.

She was in love with music, it was beautiful and inspiring. Eveything about it gave her pleasure, a voice with powerful lyrics, strings that were completely magnificent and then the piano runs and bass guitar solos never failed to give her shivers.

She was also in love with a band named Bastille, it was more of an obsession now rather than just a group that were good to listen to. Sometimes when she spoke of them it was as if they were her best friends. The looks her dad sometimes gave her made her feel like she was insane, but she was past caring what people thought.

It was one week till she would be seeing Bastille for the sixth time. She was determined that she would meet them, on all the previous times something had always got in the way:

the first time her dad picked her up and didn't want to wait any longer while she met them and as her only way of getting home she didn't have much choice. 

the second time she told him she'd get the train, which seemed like a good idea until she still didn't meet them because she had to leave to get the last train.

the third time she was going home with friends so she just had to leave when they wanted to, she assumed they were as crazy about the band as her but clearly she was wrong. 

the fouth time they couldn't come out because it was Will's birthday and they'd planned a surprise after party.

the fifth time she was ill and had to leave the show early.  

She assumed dan had seen her throwing up (not her most attractive moment) but she didn't think that he'd been near enough to see her face so he'd just think it was someone drunk, she was pleased, she didn't want one of the hottest guys she'd ever seen seeing her like that.

Daisy lived in London so it annoyed her that she hadn't just seem one of the band wandering the street. Nothing ever seemed to go her way.

In aid of her sixth Bastille gig she decided that she would go buy a new outfit, her plan was denium shorts and some kind a blouse but she ended up with nothing. Not the outcome she wanted after walking the streets for the past three hours.

She was just heading back to the tube she had her earphones in, ironically blasting out Bastille, it was playing 'The Silence' and just as a stranger walked into her side 'it is not enough to be dumb-struck' rang out loudly. Being very clumsy instead of just swaying slightly at the knock she'd managed to take them both to the floor.

The man started to apologize profusely she was just sat shaking her head repeating ''it's fine'' till she could get the ringing out of her ears. She eventually brushed the mass of tangled dark blonde hair away from her face when she realised she knew who was stood in front of her, right infront of her. She didn't think she'd hit her head that hard but she could have been wrong. His hair was a mess but that's how she liked it. That light grey hoody with his little TKAK badge pinned in place and those black skinny jeans, right down to his red scuffed Converse and he had on her favourite t-shirt (out of about the 5 he owned) the words 'I Killed Laura Palmer' were plastered across his chest. He looked her right in the eyes and suddenly stopped speaking "do I recognise you? " 

Daisy just sat their silently in awe. 

"oh well maybe not, i'm sorry i've scared you, shit". 

"now i'm swearing at you, please say something, tell me your, your not in pain or anything?" 

"um..." 

"you are hurt? Oh no, oh no, why am i such an idiot." 

"I erm, i've seen you live 5 times" was all Daisy could get out 

"you've what, you've wow. That must be why I know your face"  

"um" Daisy had resorted to just making noises again not trusting herself to speak incase a squeal escaped and knowing her luck Dan would think it was because she was in pain. Although she was certain she wouldn't even care if she was in pain right now.

Dan pulled his phone put of his pocket and caught sight of the time.  

"oh god i have to go i'm late but I can't leave you "  

"right take my number i want you to text me and tell me how you are and then i'm going to make this up to you, okay, right?"  

Dan reached down to where Daisy was still slouched on the floor and pulled her up. 

He attempted akwardly to help her get her balance but he had no idea what to do with his arms it was just impossible.  

"thanks" whispered Daisy  

Dan passed her his number which he'd hastily scrawled on the back of a receipt.  

"I really have to go, sorry, sorry " 

He manhandled her into a tight hug then began to rush away turning back to glance at her and wave. She lifted her hand and waved back but he was gone before she even had chance to catch her breath.