I'm Yours (A The Script Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Helena's POV

We got to the building arena place with plenty of time to spare. However, we couldn't find the entrance. We looked around a bit and Chloe found a door in an alley in which we could enter. Unfortunately, it was locked. We decided it would be best if we split up so we can find a door quicker. We can't miss the concert!

Chloe goes off somewhere to look for an entrance and I wait for her at the alley. Casually standing there watching the sun set, I am suddenly pushed to the ground by a tall man. He starts strangling me and pins me firmly down to the ground. I start choking and he pulls out a knife. Hell. I'm in trouble.

"Hello missy," the man hisses as he gently strokes the blade down my leg. It starts to tingle and I wince in pain as he cuts my leg deeper. Then he pulls me up from by neck (I am literally unable to breathe right now) and slams me against the brick wall. A searing pain shoots down my back and a sticky liquid starts to ooze down my leg and dribble into my shoes. The man grabs my hand bag and runs off. No! That was my best bag! And it had all my money and ... The ticket in! I flop to the ground, unable to move because the pain is so intense.

"Helena!" I hear and I manage to crane my neck enough to see Chloe sprinting towards me. Thank god! "Helena! What happened?!" She asks, trembling with fear. My throat swells up and I choke out a few tears. She replies "I'm getting help. Wait here!" Like I can move anyway... And off she goes. My lifesaver. I hope she hurries because the pain in my leg is tripling every minute.

"Hello?" I hear a soft accent bubbling from somewhere. "Who's there?" I hear footsteps advancing my way. A shadow looms across the alley and I look up and see the most amazing man in the world. Danny O'Donoghue.

He runs over to me and lays a hand over my cut in an attempt to reduce the flow of blood. "What happened?" He whispers. I am currently unable to breathe, as, well, the pain is so bad and the man of my dreams is standing literally right opposite me with his cool hand on my leg. "Come on. I'll take you inside, give you some tea and then can you tell me what's wrong?" I simply nod once and he picks me up and carries me inside a door. Man, this person smells so good, I think to myself as my head flops into his chest. I inhale a deep breath and sigh out a breathe of happiness. Do all guys smell this good?

I don't know where he is taking me but he goes through a series of corridors and stairs until he stops. The door opens and he walks inside, still holding me in his strong arms. He places me down on a really comfortable sofa and sits next to me. He brushes a tear off my face and gets up. "Wait here." I hear for the third time today. I try to absorb the fact that I'm sitting in Danny O'Donoghue's room or lounge or whatever this room is. There is a TV and radio in one corner and a few black sofas around it. On the floor is a furry white rug. A glass table sits in the corner of the room with lots of used mugs and biscuit wrappers on it. Around the room are several more mugs and cabinets. The room is pretty small but cosy with an oak door at the back. Moments later, Danny comes back, carrying a tray with two mugs (what's up with all the mugs?) and a packet of biscuits.

"Do you like tea?" He asks. God his accent is so cute. I nod quickly and he hands me one of the mugs. I take a sip. Why does tea taste so good? Danny sits down on the sofa next to me and takes a sip. "Let's start from the beginning. Hi. I'm Danny."
I smile at him and reply: "yeah I know," he grins back at me. I melt inside.

"So you know how to talk. That's good! So hi, I'm Danny," he holds out his hand.
"Hi I'm Helena," I reply and shake his hand. I look into his eyes and we both burst out laughing. Oh great, I forgot that I look a bit like a walrus when I'm laughing... Yay. Now Danny might think that I am half-walrus.
"Now in all seriousness, can you please tell me what happened?" He said after his laughing attack. I rub my leg, ouch! And then I begin. I tell him how much I am his fan and how he helped save my life when my parents died and when I suffered serious depression. Then I told him about Chloe, my best and only friend since I entered year two of my primary school. I tell him all about how we were looking for an entrance and the man in the alley. I tell him almost everything. Some things about my past are too uncomfortable to discuss...

At the end of it all, he says "wow." And pulls me into a big hug. By now, tears are streaming down my face in a big waterfall. He wipes them away with a tissue and then looks at my leg. Leaving the room, Danny fetches a medical bag and I sigh. Wow it felt great to get all of that off my chest.

Minutes later he is back. "Now I know I'm not a doctor, but I can tell that that hurts." He starts. Then he fumbles about in the bag and pulls out various items. He clutches my hand to ease the pain as he mops away the now dried blood off my bare leg. He applies a bandage to my leg and, surprisingly, I feel a lot better. Until I remember that Chloe is probably looking for me and has for the past 45 minutes!

"Danny!" I say. "What about Chloe? She is probably wondering where I am!" He looks at me and swears a bit in his cute Irish accent. He tells me to call her. Thank god my phone was in my pocket and not in my bag. I ring her.

~~~~Phone conversation~~~~
H: Chloe?
C: hi! Where the hell are you?
H: you'll never believe it.
C: believe what?
H: I'm in Danny O'Donoghue's lounge!
C: what the hell? How did you get there?!
H: long story. Umm.... Danny? What should she do?
"Um... Lets pick her up. Tell her we'll meet her by the alley." Danny replies. I nod.
H: you know the alley?
C: the one next to the arena with the locked door?
H: yeah that one. Meet Danny and I there in five minutes.
C: ok! Bye! Stay safe!
H: bye!

~~~end conversation~~~

"Come on!" Danny exclaims, putting down his mug. "How's your leg?"
"Good, thanks," I reply. Just then, a very angry Mark and Glen storm in.