Denied the chance (The Script fanfic)

Big When I Was Little

An annoyingly loud banging on my bedroom door awakens me from the little sleep that I managed to get. Last night, I spent many hours desperately trying to sleep, but, it seems, that my insomnia was unavoidable, despite how exhausted I was.

Halfheartedly, I drag myself from bed and walk towards the door; the remnants of last nights tears tattooed on my face. With a pounding head, I twist the key in the lock and open the door. My breath hitches in my throat; my heart skips a beat; my jaw drops. I don't think I can handle this. I just stand there, shocked.

'Not gonna let me in?' Asks the 6ft 3 man before me. Unwilling to speak, I walk back into my room, taking a seat on my bed. The bed dips beside me and I turn to face Danny. My mind is filled with thoughts flying around, none of which I can organize.

'Can we talk?' Finally, Danny interrupts any attempts at managing my thoughts. I nod. 'Ok, I guess I'm starting.' He sighs, before dodging my eye line and continuing. 'I never forgot you. I guess, at the auditions, I was just shocked. I didn't expect to see you.' He looks at me, waiting for my reply. I take a deep breath before beginning.

'I have a lot of secrets in my life, some which I am not proud of; but keeping those secrets to myself have been both the best and worst things that I have ever done. I wish I had the courage to tell you, but this is something which I'd be better off showing you.' Danny looks slightly taken aback by my little speech, but nods none the less.

'Give me, like, half an hour to get changed and shower.' He nods, still unsure of what I am actually suggesting. I have to do this. I have to show him Danielle's grave.

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Once more, I find myself walking through the large, wrought iron gates, Danny following close by my side. I walk across the damp grass, weaving myself towards Danielle. Eventually, I reach her grave; I take a deep breath, before sitting down.

'Sh..she is your daughter?!' Danny asks, settling himself down beside me.

'N..n..no..she was..' I say, inwardly debating whether to go the whole hog and tell the complete truth. 'She was..our daughter.' Quietly, I hear him mutter something under his breath.The tears begin to fall down my face. I look away, dodging the sadness in his hazel eyes.

No more words manage to escape Danny's mouth, so I take that as my cue to explain myself.

'When I left, I was pregnant. I..I told you that I was moving to Australia, but really, I was just moving over here to London. I'm sorry and it was all my fault, I lost her, and it was my fault. I should have told you the truth, then this wouldn't have happened. But if I'd have told you, then you would've persuaded me to stay and you never would have gone for your dreams. You wouldn't be where you are now an-'

'And you're rambling.' Danny interrupts me, a slight smile on his face. 'Look, I can tell that you don't actually want to talk about this, you just think you need to. Why don't we talk about the good times for now, huh?' Breathing a sigh of relief, I pull out my iPod, putting it on shuffle for some background noise. I smile when Big When I Was Little by Eliza Doolittle comes on.

'Soooo...' I drag it out, feeling slightly awkward after my revelation. Frankly, I'm more than quite shocked at how Danny took Danielle in his stride, almost like he was expecting me to say that.

'I was always Posh Spice, and you wore zigzags in your hair.' The soft sound of his voice instantly releases all of the awkwardness. Laughing, I join in with the chorus.

'You know, that song reminds me of you.' He says once the song has finished, making us both smile. It reminded me of him as well, but I decided to keep that to myself. Looking at Danielle's headstone, I notice that there are now ten red roses accompanying my one white. I wish I could just find out, discover the person that has been loyal to Danielle, and me, for the past ten years. I hope that one day I at least get to thank them.

'I know you did it for me.' Danny starts, both interrupting my thoughts and startling me in the process. 'Back then, when you left, it was supposed to be for my benefit. I never forgot you, and-' He pauses, taking a deep breath, as if building up enough courage to continue. 'And I never stopped loving you, through everything, you were always the one that I compared everyone to.' I tap his shoulder, making him turn to face me and revealing his embarrassed expression. Feeling my emotions come to a high, I smile.

'I never stopped loving you either.'

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A/N: It feels so good to use the Internet on a computer! I honestly don't know how I survived all week with just my dodgy mobile internet.

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