Millionaires (A The Script FanFic)

Chapter 28- Hope

Chapter 28- Hope

*Danny’s POV*

I wake with a start, paralysed for a moment as I try and draw myself out of the world of nightmares. I can feel my body trembling slightly, jewels of sweat on my forehead. I turn to look at the clock on the bedside table. 3:45 AM. I sigh, pulling myself out of bed, I doubt I will sleep again tonight and anyway, I don’t think I want to. I look down at Cat, sleeping soundly in my bed; a small fond smile makes its way over my lips as I watch her. I sigh before leaving the room.

I go and curl up on the sofa, pulling my arms into the slanket (which is sort of a blanket with sleeves, honestly, it’s awesome!) to keep me warm. I pull out my notebook and begin to scribble down lyrics.

 I’m not quite sure how long I sit there, at least two hours, maybe more. It's the night- that’s when it hits you, all those things you want to forget. In the day they are still there, but dormant, but at night your brain is too tired to keep holding that door closed and they break through.

“Didn’t have you down as a morning person.” She says, cutting me out of my little trance. I look up to see her, wrapped in a dressing gown covered in little drawings of little sheep. “Though, technically, I would say it was still night.” I smile a little and sigh,

“You should be asleep” I say, shifting my position on the sofa and realising for the first time how stiff I have become.

“So should you.” She says smiling, coming and lying down on the sofa next to me, laying her head in my lap. We sit there in silence for a bit, my fingers playing with her hair.

"What's wrong?" She asks turning her head slightly in my lap so she is looking up at me.

"Nothing, just couldn't sleep, that's all." I say with a smile that I try to make reassuring but I get the feeling it has the opposite effect.

"No, there is something else." She says sitting up and looking at me.

"What makes you say that?" I ask coolly...well, aiming for coolly at least. Cat smiles slightly,

"Well you have ink on your fingers from writing lyrics; you have a look on your face...a sort of sad, worried look. You are looking paler than normal and basically you look rather depressed." She says and I stare at her,

"Ink on my fingers? You have defiantly been watching too much Sherlock." I say, stealing a quick glance at my fingers...they really do have a bit of ink on.

"You can never watch too much Sherlock!" She says and I smile slightly, "Now come on, what's wrong?" I sigh, what's the point in not telling? It won't change anything.

"I don't know, just, bad dreams." I say sighing.

"About Autumn?" She asks softly and I hesitate...I have been having them about her too...but now she is here and we are...no I am sure now it's just Autumn. I nod, "What happens in the dreams?" She asks and I sigh,

"I don't know, bad stuff. Look I don't want to talk about it." I say, curling up into a ball on the sofa, Cat sighs before getting to her feet. For a moment, I am scared she will leave me...I was rather enjoying her company. However a few minutes later she re-enters the room holding two cups of tea and a teddy bear under her arm.

"Splash of milk and one sugar." She says passing me it. I smile and take it as she sits down next to me.

"Who's this?" I ask and she smiles.

"It's Paddington of course!" I smile, "He is surprisingly a very good listener you know." She says,

“Is he now.” I smile, wrapping my arms around the bear.  I look at her, this woman, my fairy godmother...hold on...that would make her my godmother...that's weird...no, not godmother...my…my guardian angel, that's it. She is my angel and I don't know how I would survive without her.