Denied the chance (The Script fanfic)

Just some girl

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Glen's POV:

I  press the red button, shutting off the call, with a smile cast across my face. I have never met her before, yet Ellowyn seems like an old friend. Unfortunately, a sharp dig in the ribs tears me from my little moment.

'What the hell, Mark? Has no one ever told you that your elbows hurt?' I ask, slowly massaging the spot just above the bottom of my rib-cage.

'Yes, you might have mentioned it a few million times already.' Mark replies, matter-of-factly.

'Fine, whatever. Why did you have to elbow me?'

'Anyone would think you'd just asked her out on a date by the look on your face; you didn't ask her out, did you? You was only supposed to arrange for you to give her phone back to her.' Mark's tone a mixture of confusion and worry.

'No I didn't. What would it matter anyway, it was only some girl whose phone Danny found on the floor. How did he find out her name anyway?' I ask, I have known these boys long enough to know that they are hiding something; exactly what, though, I have no idea.

'Fine.' Mark lets out a relieved sigh. 'And about how Dan found her name, he may or may not have looked through the first few messages in her inbox.'

'Ok, I'll take that as he did look through them. But, why did I have to talk to her and give her the phone back? Couldn't Danny have just done it? Or you, for a matter of fact.' Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, this Ellowyn sounds like a really nice person.

'Danny would get recognised, we don't want to bring a complete stranger into the press just because she lost her phone, do we?' I get what he's saying.

'Did you say hospital?' Danny asks, looking more than a little dazed.

'Y-yeah, are you alright mate? You seem a little..off.' My tone is doused in concern, Danny's pale face looks like he has just seen a ghost-or turned into one. Either way, it worries me.

'Was Ellowyn in a-a- a coma?' He adds, his face becoming paler by the second.

'Yes she was, apparently, but she sounds fine to me; well you know, fine for someone who's not long woken up from being unconscious for days.' I make a trash attempt at laughing it all off. Oh god. I'm rambling, I may have only had a few pints compared to the lads, but when I ramble, I ramble.

'Hey, mate I'm sure she's okay.' Mark chips in, saving me from making a complete idiot of myself. With eyes full of thanks, I give him a grateful smile. It makes a change that Mark is the knight in shining armour in this kind situation, it is usually me, saving him from saying something stupid and idiotic. Although, I would probably say that Mark is more of a retard in tin foil.

'But what if it's my fault?' Danny responds, despair written across his face.

''Dan, listen, losing her phone isn't going to have shocked her into a coma is it?' Honestly, it surprises me how naive he can be sometimes. 'She said something about seeing someone, an old flame or something. Seriously, it has nothing to do with you.' My attempt to lighten the situation fails miserably, as Dan's face is still the definition of distress. As a supportive friend would, Mark leans over, whispering words of reassurance into his ear. I have a feeling that they are keeping something from me. And I will do whatever I can to find out what it is, because if it is hurting one of my best friends this badly, then I want to help.

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Walking through the seemingly never-ending corridors, I double check the details on the phone, which I hold in my hand. Heading towards the ward gives me a moment or two to think about Danny and Mark's behaviour. Sure Dan has been more than a bit off lately, but I thought that was all to do with filming and things for The Voice. Somehow, the way he looked last night, I think that there is something much worse than that causing all this, I just have to work out what...