Broken Arrow

Chapter 3 - Awkward

Mackenzie's POV

After taking a ride in the ultra-posh lift, we stepped out into the foyer of Floor 7. It turned out that the members of The Script owned three floors in this block. Danny's apartment was floor 7, Glen's was floor 8, and Mark's was floor 9.

Danny unlocked his apartment door and I followed him inside. My jaw literally dropped when I saw the interior of the huge room. The walls were panelled with varnished wood, and were covered in framed awards. Two L-shaped sofas were positioned in the centre of the room, facing a massive plasma sceen television on the wall, with stereo speakers on either side of it. I was so busy drooling over the perfection of Danny's living room that I hadn't noticed he'd disappeared. Oops.

I actually had no idea where he'd gone. There were so many doors leading off the living room, I had no idea which one to choose. After a minute of deliberating, I decided to stay in the living room; Danny could find me instead.

I kicked off my shoes near the door and sprawled myself across one of the sofas. On the streets, I'd had to sleep in cold shop doorways, sitting up so I could make a quick getaway if necessary. In comparison, Danny's sofa was heaven. I felt my eyelids drooping, and I gave in to sleep, letting go of all my confused thoughts.

Danny's POV

I walked through to the kitchen to find Mackenzie some food, only to find that she was no longer behind me. I frowned.

"Mackenzie?" I called out. No reply.

I made my way back into the living room, and my eyes softened. Mackenzie was curled up in a ball on the sofa, clearly fast asleep. Of course, she'd be tired after her ordeal today. I decided to leave her sleeping.

The doorbell rang suddenly and I quickly glanced to Mackenzie, who thankfully somehow hadn't woken up at the noise.

I opened the door to see Mark and Glen stood in the foyer.

"Dan! You still up for watching the match?" Glen questioned.

"We brought beer," Mark added, signalling to the crate of Guinness in his hands, and grinning.

"Uh yeah, sure," Then I hesitated, looking back in the living room. What about Mackenzie? I didn't want her to be disturbed from her sleep; she looked so peaceful sleeping. I bit my lip. "How about we watch it at one of you two's flats?"

"Dan, you've got the biggest TV," Mark pointed out. Dammit, he was right.

"Yeah, but uh..." I stalled, trying to come up with another excuse. "It's broken?" It came out more as a question than a statement.

Mark and Glen looked at me blankly. I'm a shit liar.

A wave of realisation crossed Glen's face and he began to chuckle. "Oh, I see how it is."

"What are you on about?"

Glen smirked. "Dan, we're your best mates. You know you can just tell us that you've got a girl around. We don't mind."

I subconsciously pulled the door a bit further shut. What was I supposed to say now? I mean, strictly speaking, Glen was right. I did have a girl around. But not in the way that he meant!

"Well, who is she then?" Mark pressed.

They craned their necks to try and see through the door, pushing their way into my flat. They were now stood in my living room. Where Mackenzie was still very much asleep. And they saw her.

"What the actual fuck, Danny?" Glen mumbled.

A/N: Better late then never?

Ok, so I'm awful at updating. I'm sorry that you had to wait so long for this chapter, I really am. I would use the excuse I've been really busy lately, but I'm busy all the time these days.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter! If you do, please vote & comment! It motivates me to write more!