Denied the chance (The Script fanfic)

Holiday fling...?

**Not Profread**

'Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Ellow-' Jenny enters my room, an everlasting look of shock on her face when she realises that I'm not alone. Glen is still sat beside me, a slight hint of recognition playing in his eyes, a lopsided smile placed modestly on his face. 'Why didn't you tell us that you were expecting a visitor?' Mary states, slipping through the double doors to my private room, followed cheerfully by Pete and Keith.

'It was kind of a last minute thing, sorry. Glen here found my phone on the street. Obviously, he did the whole "Good Samaritan" thing and phoned to let me know that he had it.' I smile, taking pride in the dumbfounded look plastered over Jenny's face. 'Now, come in and sit down on the bed.' I laugh lightly, taking time to appreciate the humouring looks displayed on each of their faces. Everyone except Jenny comes closer, gathering around my bed.

'Jen, are you ok?' Worry intertwined in my voice, as I shift on my bed in order to get a better look at Jenny, who is still staring in disbelief at Glen. Is it so hard to believe that there is someone other than my friends speaking to me? 'Jenny?' I ask once more, unease clear in my tone. At the sound of my voice she flinches, sending a wave of utter relief through my body. Letting out a breath that I was oblivious to the holding of, I await Jenny's explanation.

'Sorry, I kind of dazed out there...' Jenny explains looking to me, before turning once more to face Glen. 'Big fan.' She holds out her hand for him to shake, but he pulls her in for a hug.

'Jenny, right?' Glen asks, Jenny nodding in response. 'You're not @JustMeJen, are you?' Jenny shrieks slightly at his recognition, muffling an embarrassed apology before nodding. Glen also nodding, in agreement. 'I thought I knew you from somewhere! You were at Isle Of White last year, weren't you?' Jenny raises a perfectly curved eyebrow at him.

'Y-You remember me?' She manages looking slightly starstruck. I get it, he must have been a holiday fling or something...Maybe? Oh, Glen said something. 'You guys were great by the way, absolutely amazing. I was there, in the pouring rain, singing along.' They share a giggle, leaving me with eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

'You two know each other?' I question, puzzled.

'Well not properly, we have met a few times.' Jenny answers, waving her arms around uncontrollably, before stopping suddenly to look at me. 'You don't know him, do you?' Her face is the ultimate picture of interrogation, freaking me out more than a little bit. I shake my head.

'Sorry I recognise your name, but I'm not quite sure where exactly from.' Jenny goes to answer my question, so I interrupt her "almost speech" by holing my hands up, in a surrender-like fashion. 'Wait, let me figure this out.' Sighing, I rub my forehead, as if to aid concentration. 'Jenny said something about singing along at the festival; are you in a band or something?' Glen smiles before answering my question.

'I guess you could say that, yes. We are just a small band, nothing that big. We are called The Script.'

Everything goes faded; I feel dizzy and disorientated. My face falls, as does the accompaniment of beeping, matching the fall of my heart rate. Alarm bells ring, and not just metaphorical ones, as footsteps come racing into my room. Then, blackness takes over...

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A/N: Apologies for the lack of major drama, but I wanted to leave it on a little cliffhanger for you. Poor Ellowyn, you would have thought she might be getting over the shock by now, but no, it keeps coming back to bite her on the, well, backside.

Let me know what you think, please vote/comment. Dedication goes to emiefaun for her LOVELY comments on the last chapter, it really means one hell of a lot to know that you are actually waiting for me to update! So Thank You, to emiefaun and everybody else for actually taking the time to read. :D

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