Seeking The One (A The Script Fan Fiction)

Chapter One

(Danny's P.O.V)

I drum my fingers against the wooden base of the table, the hollow ache of the very little space I owned runs through me as I wash the oxygen down my lungs in one rushed gulp. My mind was buzzing with an overload of memories, in fact the delicate sensation of her fingers skimming through my hair came to life with the very thought of her. Her and her unexplainable beauty and the alluring nature she possessed was all I wanted right now. The way her deep amber eyes glowed through the darkness of my soul and the way her lips formed to a dimpled grin without any effort all, it made my heart shudder with the loss of it.

   Tapping my pen against the sheild of clear white paper once again I tried to form my emotions for her to words.

She was perfect.

How were you to describe perfection?

I brushed my long rough palms through my tangled quiff, which was now more of a bird's nest than hair to be honest. My heart clammering hard against my chest, my stomach spewing as her words slammed through my head again. The way her eyes blurred in sparks of unconditional love...

I should have just did it.

Fuck the music. Fuck my mates. Fuck everything.

Why was I so selfish?

She laid her fragile heart right in my very own hands, it was already deeply scarred and stitched carelessly up and yet I still dropped it.

What sort of man am I? I should have just said yes.

I drop my heaving head within my trembling arms as the tears wrenched out within my heart. Each tear that I had held in my body for so long leaked down my jawlines to the blank surface of my notebook in an instant. I sniffed as the tears crumbled within the dimmed sheets.

And with this I lifted my pen.

As the tip touched the delicate skin it soaked it up, leaving unattractive smudges in its place. I carried on, keeping my head low and close to the ebony ink. I could feel my brain tick rapidly as I scribbled down on the paper until I reached the very last place it owned. Leaning back, breathless and drenched in my sorrow I read in silence before snatching the useless artwork I created and scrunching it tightly in between my fists and chucking it to the door with a thud.

The bleak coach rised in brightness suddenly at the sound. I gasped as the door creaked open, only to reveal a blue eyed boy blinking rapidly at my presence as he switched the lights of the bus on.

I sighed, partly out of relief that it wasn't some hideous demon comimg to end me, but mostly it was heartache over the fact it wasn't her.

Dream on Dan, she's gone. She'll never come back.

But the words didn't seem to effect my undying adoration for her.

"What's this?" I raised my brows up at him as he leaned one long muscular arm down to where sat the cringing pain of my break-up.

Oh fuck.

I practically leaped over the table in the main area of our tour bus as I snatched the paper from his open fingers. He stared up, his indigo eyes swarming in a greater blue than before. Something deep in his eyes stopped me from my current thoughts.

He knew something. I though as my bestfriend's eyes bloomed up at me

But he turned his gaze away, his hand self consciously running at his elbow as though to soothe it's nerves. I sighed as I unravelled the torn up song lyrics and re-read them with squinted eyes.