(Danny's POV)
12:45 AM
I never get up this late. I also never wake up in the same clothes as yesterday. I guess I'm trying something new today. Me and George can't be in the same room for my protection, and I can't really go anywhere without a supervisor. Jay happily volunteered, even though no matter who does they all still have to keep an eye on me. I feel like a five year old that can't be trusted alone.
I rolled over and saw Jay on his phone, "You're up late," He smiled, "How does it feel to be one of us now?"
"Weird, and I feel gross," I said, hopping off my bunk and grabbing an outfit from my suitcase. I walked to the bathroom and quickly showered, before putting on my clothes and brushing my damp hair. My black eye's gotten worse, It's a lot more purple then anything, but the part of my eye that's suppose to be white is still red. I googled it and it said that I popped a blood vesicle and there's bleeding underneath my eye. Which is really gross when you think about it.
I slipped on my socks and walked out of the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of George through the crack of the door, but he didn't look back. I didn't think I dressed to girly, just overall shorts and a gray long sleeve shirt. Jay closed the door and sat cross form me, "I don't think you'll be talking to him an time soon." He sighed.
"Na, he's just salty. He'll get over it." I smiled, but his face just hardened. I laid back in my bunk and closed my curtain. Pulling the covers over my head and trying to fall back asleep.
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I ran to the bathroom after our show, locking the door and pulling off the sweat shirt and skinny jeans. It's not that I don't feel comfortable wearing what I do, It's just that I don't know how the fans would take it. And plus it would probably piss off George even more.
I walked out and went outside just to get away from everyone else. But before I could even get two steps out, I saw George smoking a cigarette. He sighed as I opened the door to go back inside, but he stopped me, "Hold on," He said, dropping his cigarette and stomping it out, "I'll have to talk to you sooner or later right?"
I kept my gaze to the floor as he spoke, "Listen, I'm sorry I hit you. I don't even know why I did. But I've been thinking, and realized that I don't have a say in what you wear. And hurting you isn't gonna do anything. So I'm sorry. And just know that you don't have to be scared of me anymore. Now, go do whatever before someone see's."
I smiled and kissed his cheek, then skipped back inside. But my expression dropped when I saw everyone's eyes on me. I looked down, but felt someone's arms around me. "Are you okay?" I heard Jay ask. I nodded happily, making all of the guys smile. Knowing that there weren't going to be anymore fights because of me made teasr roll down my cheeks, as Jay picked me up and carried me back to the bus.
