One Song (A Script fanfic) (Completed)

Chapter 21

Selena's POV

As soon as I got back to the house, I knew everything had changed. It was too big, too empty for just me.

I refused to switch my phone on, not for an hour or two at least. People just thought that now Dan was gone, I would just get on with everything else. What if I didn't want to? They didn't think about that. What was I supposed to do now?

I ended up tidying the entire house. I polished every surface, organised all of my books. It only took me half an hour. Throwing my cloth and polish to the side, I plopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Every tiny crack in the pale grey plaster was visible underneath my efforts to paint over them and my poster of The Script on my wall stared back at me. Danny stared back at me.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, but his eyes were vacant. It wasn't his real smile. His real smile lit up his entire face, it made you smile as well.

"You miss him don't you?" The voice in my head hissed. I scowled at the ceiling.

"Fuck off."

"No." The voice retorted. "Why don't you just face what's in front of you?" Anger boiling inside me, I clamped my hands over my ears until the voice faded away. Sometimes I really hated myself.

Slowly, I took my hands away from my ears, grimacing at the waves of thoughts that swirled around in my head. It was so hard to focus on one, but every single one involved Danny. So many emotions welled up inside me, threatening to burst out. Most were too complex for me to translate, so I stood up off the bed and grabbed my favourite purple notebook and a pen.

I scribbled illegibly, words coming to my mind without me realising what they were. Soon letters filled the page, formed roughly, some covered by doodles or circles. A few jumped out at me, pushing themselves right to the front of my mind, and as I tore out the page and threw it to the other side of the room, it was these words that were written down in red ink on my blank canvas.

The smudged ink began to form sentences, then paragraphs, and before I knew it, every feeling that was locked up inside me was looking back at me from the page of my notebook;

The house is quiet,

I am alone,

And deep inside my heart there is a gaping hole.

So now you've gone,

You're coming back,

But I can't help but feel everything is black.

No sympathy, well not for me,

And now I have no-one to make me complete,

So tell me when, this is gonna stop,

I'm getting tired of everyone else being on top.

And so I'm here, it's just me,

But it feels like everyone's looking at me, Have I changed, this is so new,

Is this the way it's always going to be?

No sympathy, well not for me,

And now I have no-one to make me complete,

So tell me when, this is gonna stop,

I'm getting tired of everyone else being on top.

I wish that this song could be heard,

I wish all these bad feelings were not there,

So I guess you want to know what's making me so blue,

In just three words-

I miss you.

The thin, barely legible script of my hand told all there was to tell. I had finally admitted it to myself. I missed him.

My logic told me I was stupid. He'd only been gone and hour, how was I going to cope for a week?

"Pull yourself together woman." I muttered to myself, pulling myself off the floor and leaving my notebook on the carpet. I looked in the mirror at my pathetic appearance and frowned, wiping a traitorous tear from my cheek. I was such a sissy.

In an attempt to harden my heart a little, I pulled on my combat boots and leather jacket, before shoving my headphones in full blast. No sappy Script songs for me right now, just rock.

An hour later, I opened one eye and stared hard at my mobile, as though I was willing for it to turn itself on. I lacked the Force, so I sat up, a Twin Atlantic song resonating in my ears, and turned it on myself, before lying back down on the floor. The phone flashed with multiple messages, but only one caught my eye. It was completely different to the rest, not about Danny or anything stupid.

Ridley:

HI L, LEAH + I HAD AN ARGUMENT CAN I COME ROUND 4 A COFFEE PLS?

A pang of sadness hit me as I realised how vulnerable Ridley must feel, especially to text me. Sympathising, I texted back.

SURE, JUST COME STRAIGHT IN :)

Danny's POV

I missed Lena.

I missed her smile, her laugh, those beautiful green eyes. The way she could light up a room when she walked into it. She was beautiful.

I rested my head on the back of my chair and began to browse the films that were on offer on the flight. None caught my eye, so I stuck in a pair of those stupid yellow headphones. They were playing The Script, Hall of Fame. I couldn't be bothered to turn it off, so I just hummed along to the familiar lyrics, trying to clear my head. But I knew I would never get Lena off my mind.

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Sorry for the massive wait, I was on a school trip for a few days and the only Wifi was in the teachers lounge :(

Also, I have and announcement or two.

My friends, it is with great sadness that I regret to announce that this is the end! (I just quoted Lotr!) DON'T PANIC! It isn't the end yet! I'm just announcing now that there is only two or three chapters left of One Song! It's quite sad really.

On a more positive note, I am happy to announce that there will be a sequel! I'll keep you all posted on any progress :)

Please vote and comment :) I know this chapter was quite rubbish but the next few will get very interesting... (Wiggles eyebrows) :)

The song for this chapter is Lost In Stereo by All Time Low :)

OwlMagic153 x