Let Your Heart Soar (Danny Worsnop Fan Fic - A Love To Give Book #2)

Tears That Stain My Cheek

It was about three hours before the show that day when I got a call from my mum. I had to do a double take when her number popped up on the screen. I hadn’t talked to her in a long time since I had moved in with Danny a few years ago and I had no clue why she suddenly wanted to talk.

“Hello,” I answered unsure. I wanted to asked her why the fuck she was calling, but I decided not to. She was constantly mad at me partly because she never forgave me for dumping my last boyfriend, Josh, who she liked very much, for Danny and partly because I hadn’t went to college.

“Hello, Cassidy,” my mother replied stiffly. She could be pretty stuck up most of the time, which is why I hated talking to her.

“Hi, Mum,” I greeted again uncomfortably. I sunk into one of the couches in the back lounge. If my mum was calling me, there was a big chance something was wrong. She didn’t call just to say hi.

“I’ve heard you’re engaged to that guy,” she told me referring to Danny as if he was the worst person she had ever met. She really hated Danny.

“His name is Danny and yes, we’re engaged,” I told her with a bit of anger in my voice. I hated when she referred to Danny like that. I loved him and I thought that should be enough to make her happy.

“Whatever. Why on earth would you want to marry him?” she asked outraged. I knew this was coming. She never called just to check in and I had feeling that she was in the mood to yell at me as soon as she said hello.

“Because we love each other,” I replied my voice getting louder. She didn’t think Danny was good enough for me to put it lightly and I never understood why.

“You’re in love with a drug dealer?” my mum asked rhetorically. My mother truly believed that Danny was a drug dealer, which he wasn’t. He had been on drugs, but he had went to rehab and now was 100% better. Besides, he never sold drugs and she knew it upset me when she said things like that.

“He’s not a drug dealer, Mum, for the 100th time. He’s better now,” I yelled at her. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I always tried not to let what my mum said get to me, but it always did.

“Well, he does drugs,” she retorted. She was the kind of person who always had to be right. I think that might partly be why we never got along.

“No, he doesn’t, Mum. He hasn’t touched anything in years,” I shouted letting the tears spill down my cheeks. I had the urge to hang up on her and that’s exactly what I did. I just couldn’t take her shit anymore.

I just sat there holding sobbing. I pulled my knees to my chest and put my head in my lap. Suddenly I felt an arm around me. I looked over to see Danny rubbing my back.

“It’s ok, Cass,” he soothed. He pulled me close to him and I cried for a long time. For some reason I craved my mother’s approval. I guess most people want their own parents to like them and that me wanted her to approve of my life was normal. She had never liked me, though. As soon as I had become friends with Danny she judged him and then when I became the band’s merch girl, she practically disowned me for not going to college. And now this. I just want to be happy, but I can’t be with my mum telling me everything I do is wrong.

“What happened?” he asked when I finally stopped crying. He reached out to wipe away my tears.

“My mum called,” I explained. Danny knew I hated my parents and immediately looked like he understood.

“What did she say?” he questioned curiously. Danny also knew that my mum despised him. She made it very clear and he had eventually gotten over it, unlike me.

“That I shouldn’t marry you,” I replied in a whisper. He pulled me closer to him and I rested my head against his chest.

“You really shouldn’t let what she says bother you,” he told me. I knew he was right, but it was easier said than done.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t know. She’s my mum. For some reason, I care what she says,” I responded. I had no idea why cared, but something in me still cared about her and her opinions.

“You just gotta stop caring and do what makes you happy,” he encouraged rubbing my back again. I knew what made me happy, but I cared what people thought, too.

“But I care about what people think about, Danny,” I replied with a bit of anger in my voice. I wasn’t in the mood for him to tell me that bullshit. Everyone deep down wanted to be accepted, even the people who claimed not to care.

“You just need to stop caring, then, Cass. Fuck your family. Who cares if they don’t like what you,” he told me with a shrug. It was easy for him to say because his parents accepted him and loved him.

“I care. Sorry that I actually wanted people to like me,” I said my voice rising. I was already so agitated from my mum and now Danny was only making me madder. Couldn’t he just accept the fact that I cared? I didn’t give a fuck if he didn’t, but I did, and he just didn’t seem to understand that.

I suddenly stood up and walked out of the back lounge and exited the bus. I heard Danny call my name, but I didn’t turn around. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him anymore. I just wanted him to understand, and I knew he would never be able to do that.