before you read this REREAD CHAPTER 10 IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY I WROTE LOADS OF EXTRA STUFF VERY IMPORTANT
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IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IM A HORRIBLE PERSON, ITS JUST ITS BEEN SUMMER AND I CAN COUNT THE AMOUNT OF DAYS I HAVE HAD WIFI FOR ON ONE HAND
IM GONNA TRY AND BE MORE ORGANISED SO A NEW UPDATE EVERY WEEK HOPEFULLY IN SEPTEMBER (sure sure we'll see how long that lasts)
AND THIS PLOT IS REALLY MESSED UP. WHEN I STARTED THIS I NEVER THOUGHT PEOPLE WOULD ACTUALLY READ AND KINDA JUST MADE STUFF UP
I did write a plot but kinda forgot to stick to it, so yeah enjoy.
major stuff gonna happen in this chapter? I'm not sure hehehe.
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Dan's POV
She sings her final song, and my heart kinda just bursts. She's shining on stage, and I can't believe I really know her. She waves her goodbyes and people, after screaming a bit, slowly begin to leave. I decide to wait until it's less crowded to make my way back to her dressing room. To pass the time I order another drink from the guy at the bar and survey the crowd.
It's a mishmash of all different kinds of people, some dressed casually, others going all out and dressing up, and some in between. I hear snatches of conversation as they walk past, and I can't help but listen.
"I swear to God I'm going to marry her. No, Millie I'm serious. I don't care if we're straight, it will happen. Did you see her look at me halfway through Training Wheels?! We have a connection, and you know it!" the girl laughs giddily, she's obviously had something to drink. I laugh to myself about how bizarre the concept of celebrities and fans.
Another girl with a boy walks past, complaining about being stuck behind a super tall person, "wearing heels of all things!". I began to suspect it was me until the comment about the heels. I check my footwear regardless.
Apart from them everyone seems invigorated and delighted by her performance, friends talking and laughing excitedly about her. I wonder why Phil didn't want to come with me, but then push the thought out of my head. Tonight's about Melanie.
A few minutes later I head back to the dressing room to find the door locked, and hearing someone sobbing from within. I knock tentatively, to receive a snappy, "who is it?!", to which I reply with my name.
The crying stops, and a few minutes later the door opens to reveal a tear stained Melanie, make up running down her face. I immediately hug her, not sure what else to do, and she cries into my chest. I stroke her hair soothingly, or like I'm stroking a cat, I'm not really sure to be honest. I'm not very good at this whole "comforting friend" thing.
Her crying quietens down to small sniffles, and that's when I release her and ask what the matter is.
"Just, life, you know? I like to cry after shows, not because they're bad, just the people in them and how amazing they are and what they've done for me, and the hate I've gotten but I'm still here, and the music, it all just makes me super emotional," she looks up at me, her eyes bright with emotion. I suddenly have the overwhelming impulse to kiss her, and so I do.
It's short and sweet, she doesn't pull away and neither do I. I rub the tears away with my thumb, and kiss her again. She feels so small and delicate in my arms, and yet I want to break her.
Instead I pull away and grab her hand, her face beaming up at me with an expression of happiness and excitement.
"Want to go get a drink?" I offer to her, and with that we leave Heaven and go to darker places.
We go to the first bar we can find, and she says we should play a drinking game. The first things that come to mind aren't exactly appropriate, so I let her choose.
"Okay. So, we roll a die. Whatever the number, that's the amount of shots one person has to take, doubled. The person who rolled the die gives the other a certain number of pranks or challenges they have to do, the amount whatever is on the die. If they complete all of them, the person who gave it to them has to drink the shots, and if they don't complete them they have to take the shots. Simple?"
"Simple. Let's play."
She randomly pulls a die out of her pocket, and rolls it. A two. I high five myself. What could happen in two challenges?
"Okay. See that girl over there? First, you have to "accidentally" spill her drink on her. Second, you have to successfully get her number, fake ones don't count." She finishes off with a devilish grin.
"Are you kidding me?" my mouth opens in an O shape of horror. Melanie is already getting the bartender to deliver 4 shots, and is obviously not going to easy on me.
"Fine. Okay then. Watch some danisnotonfire magic and prepare to be amazed," while I say amazing I do jazz hands, jump off the bar stool and head towards the tall brunette sitting at a table a few metres away. She's with another brunette and a blonde. I turn to see if Melanie is still watching me. She is, and seeing me glance at her she winks and does jazz hands.
I glare at her and continue towards the table. Just as I'm about to walk past it, I trip "accidentally", and as I try to reach out to break my fall I hit her glass, spilling it all over her. She shrieks, and as I hit the floor, I smirk to myself. Challenge number one completed.
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It's around 3am now, and we are only just leaving the bar. Many things have just happened, which I don't want to particularly think about, but spending the evening with Melanie has been amazing. It shows how different you can feel when surrounding yourself with different people.
I'm walking her back to her dressing room so she can pick up a few things before we go back to her flat. But suddenly, as we are passing a dark alleyway she pushes me in to it and pins me against the wall, her body pressing against mine. The whole mood changes in the blink of an eye, and our mouthes smash together in a frenzy of desperation and lust. I push her to the other side of the alley, so I am the one pinning her against it.
Her lips taste like alcohol, but she smells of vanilla, and as I begin to kiss her neck, the scent is even more pronounced.
Within moments our hands are all over each other, but she soon pushes me away. My forehead crinkles in confusion.
"Shall we skip the dressing room, go straight back to my flat?" she whispers in my ear, having to stand right on her toes to reach it. I run my hands through her hair, and nod, my eyes conveying what they really want. She looks into them, and just as suddenly as the first time we are making out fiercely, and as before she stop me before it gets too far, takes my hand with a laugh and we exit the alleyway.
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Ooh I wonder what Delanie are getting up to 😏😏
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