Seeking The One (A The Script Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three

(DANNY'S P.O.V)

I leap from the bunk bed earning an outrageous thud in its response. My eyes fly open at the noise as the crack seeks up my ankle bone.

"Shit." I hiss as I stumble to the doorframe, my head smacking against the soild surface.

I hear a clatter of laughter from behind, I turn slightly, startled to see Ben's wide mouth grin as he slides past with a quick ruffle of the hair before heading to the kitchenette where Mark stands. He glares down on my pitiful self, before roughly throwing himself to one of the couches.

I groan as I steady myself up. Glen's sapphire iris' catches my eye as I turn to where he stands. He pulls his lips apart as he slowly runs his gaze down my shirtless body. I raise my eyebrows, a slight hitch of my heart undeniably escaping as he quickly looks back up. Silently he hands me a mug, before shuffling around the doorway for a moment or two and then dashing back to the counter.

Weird kid, eh?

I look down at the foaming steam flowing magically from the cup. I bend ovet tje brim, breathing in the freshly brewed tea that seemingly clears the throbbing pain from my head for a minute or two. I blink up, the steam reflecting to the main room where I could sit among my bandmates, maybe even crack a smile, tell a joke, perhaps attempt to down the milky tea still planting between my palms. But no.

Dumping the mug in the sink I return to my bunk bed. I close the curtain over, and drag out my phone. I sit in silence, her photos filling the atmosphere. There's one I definitely desire the most. Her head is flopped to my chest, her dark hair falling naturally into her face as she sleeps peacefully from under the camera lens. My face unseen as I took this flawless image of her from above.

I could feel the tears drool down my face as I stare at her with adoration. I thought of the song I wrote last night. I though of searching her in deep frost of the woods just seeking for her beautiful, beautiful face. If only I could. If only I could just go out in a seek for her then maybe just maybe...

And then it hits me.

It hits me hard in the head like a ton of bricks. So fucking hard I don't know if i was thinking straight or not, in fact maybe I wasn't. Maybe I was on the verge of losing my mind.

But for once I was sick of opinions, and tired of obsessing over what others thought. I was done with these ridicules.

I didn't care. She was the one and I had to prove it. One way or another.

I jump out and hurriedly collect my skinny jeans and plain white t-shirt. I wrestle my way into my unlaced converse while draping my leather jacket over my waist.

"Dan, you haven't really eaten. I could always make you something, if you wan-" He freezes, his indigo eyes drooping bleaky as I shuffle past him.

"Danny pleas-" But Mark cuts him off as he grabs me forcefully.

"Where you going?" His nails like knives against my skin. "You do know she doesn't really give a fuck, right?"

I turn to him with a smirk though no one returns the favour. But for once I don't care. Right now Kay was the only main source in my brain, everything else could fuck off.

I had to prove I loved her. That's all I wanted to do, even if it meant dying for it.

I had to prove myself. I had to.

"You never know till you try, right?"

They simply just stared at me, I wasn't sure if it were concern or pity but as soon as Mark's claws slipped away from me: I left.

Her face the only thing on my mind.

(Glen's P.O.V)

"He's gone." I whisper, my heart sinking as I watch him race through the rainfloods. I was just dying to run after him, take him in and make him a brew.

But instead i forced my eyes away. Slowly I turned to where Ben stands against the table, shaking his head silently to where Danny once stood, his lips seemingly to be twisted into a muddled smirk.

Rodney stood beside him, his knuckles sunk deep into his trousers pockets, eyes settling to his bare feet on the marble floor.

I look up to Mark expecting him to have a mischievous grin or a smart arse comment to imply but instead his eyes tense in caramel oceans. The strain lines of his face indicating the seriousness of the situation.

Quinnie turns from the drivers seat, he nods at Mark before sighing.

"He's lost it hadn't he?"

Mark only nods quietly down at the floor before they all were.

But I didn't believe Danny had lost it. I guess love just makes you do crazy thing I mean, right?

And that's exactly what he was doing, he was proving his love.

If only I could do the same.

(DANNY'S P.O.V)

"Have you seen my friend?" I shout over the howling wind as I point my phone to a young man.

The picture displaying my princess asleep across my body. But I suppose they didn't see it in the same light.

Dublin isn't the same as it used be, I mean, right?

He scowled at me before shrugging from my grasp. I sigh heavily before dashing to a hunched over group of teenagers.

"Have you seen my friend?" They look up, their eyes deadly cold, their outburst laughter causing me to bounce back.

I hurry to an old women truddling past with her trolley lolling behind.

"Excuse me?"

She peeks up from under her plastic hood, glistening with rain drops. Her smile weak yet bright. At last a compassionate human being who will finally listen.

"Have you see my friend?"

She peers up at my photograph, though her eyes squint unsure of the picture that's shown up on my phone.

"She's my girlfriend. I mean my ex but I just, just wondered if you recognise her by any chance?" I exclaim, desperately urging her to continue.

Her face furrows up at me.

"Has, has she gone missing?" I frown down at her, my face burning in dashes of crimson as I realise the insane task I am taking on.

"Um, well no but we broke up and I just-" But it's too late she hurdles on, her glare cracking a wound in my heart.

Nobody understands, eh?

I peered up at her old flat knowing her presence was once within there. Knowing our memories were once spent day after day within that top floor.

But she was long gone, though I could still feel her near. I could almost sense her.

Like she was invisible...

   With this I turn to an old crumbling wall. A women limps against the soild surface, her dark curles blinding her sight as she drags herself across the concrete. I approach her, my knuckles tight around Kay's photo as I realise the familiar glimpse in this poor young woman's face. Her eyes dim up at me, the amber glows through her iris' as she collapses to the rain endured pavements.

Then suddenly the world freezes. My vision captured in slow motion.

My heart leaps, the heaving ache across my shoulders lifting as I toss my phone to the side.

"Kay!" I cry out as I catch her weightless body in my arms.

( AN:

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