(Danny's POV)
P.O.S = Piece Of Shit lol
I woke up in my unicorn onesi, and smiled as I cheerfully got up and picked my outfit. I chose a navy blue skirt with palm trees on it and a long sleeve white shirt. Looking in the mirror I smiled, twirling around a few times and making my skirt flow up.
Dressing up is my favorite part of the day, and always managed to make me smile. It makes me happier to know I can do it around the guys too. They've all been really supportive about it and didn't really seem to mind. They never said anything about it other than complements, and didn't treat me any different. Well, except for George.
He would always make passive aggressive comments about cross dressers. But I would never take it into mind. I don't label myself as anyone but a person, and the clothes someone wheres shouldn't bias whether you're someone's friend or not. I'm just glad that no one's fighting about it.
I walked back to my bunk and grabbed and pair of thigh high, white socks. Pulling them on and then grabbing my black Convers.
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I was singing my verse to 'Another Way Out' a song the George didn't wanna be in, most likely because of me, and he walked in right in the middle of me singing. He hadn't seen what I was wearing yet because the guys thought it was best to keep us separate, for whatever reason. I never thought of George as a threat, but now that I have to come back out and face him I kinda do.
I walked past him and looked down, sitting on the couch and grabbing my phone that was on the coffee table. As Dylan rapped his part, I could feel George's glare, but tried to ignore it. Dylan finished and walked out as I got up to go to the bathroom. "Hey Danny," I heard George say. I turned around and was immediately punched in the face, making me drop my phone in shock.
Before I could even turn my head back to face him, I felt Jay's hand on my shoulder telling me to come with him, and heard Dylan yelling at George to fuck off. I walked out of the room, and was basically pulled to the bathroom.
"What just happened?" I asked as Jay took a look at my eye.
"George's a fuckin' ass hole," He grumbled, "Look's like you're gonna have a black eye for a while. Cause that looks so good when you're on tour. I'm gonna go get some ice, okay?" He asked walking to the door. I nodded as he ran down the hall.
I finally looked in the mirror and saw that all around my eye was green and purple, and what was suppose to be the white part of my eye was red. It looked like I poured blood into my eye for fun and it stained it. I saw myself cry in the mirror before I even knew that I was sad.
I bit my lip to stop my whimpers from echoing, not wanting anyone to think I was crying over the pain when the reality of the situation was that I didn't know why.
Jay walked in with the ice pack and gently placed it over my eye. He kissed my fore head and picked me up, sitting on the counter of the bathroom and leaning back on the wall next to it. Jay and I've always been close, so things like this were always normal to us. He stroked my blonde hair as I sobbed into his chest, "I'm so sorry he did that to you Danny," He said softly, "I wish he would understand..."
After a few minutes, I was finally able to control my emotions and calmed down. Finally being at peace, I started to nod off. He jumped off of the counter and started to walk to the door still holding me. "What are you doing?" I yawned, as he walked out the door.
"We gotta go," He said simply.
"I can walk myself..." I tried to defend, just making him shake his head.
"No you can't," He smiled, "And there's no way I'm letting you out of my site."
"Okay..." Was all I could whisper before falling asleep in his arms.
