You Scared? (Danny Worsnop Fan-Fic)

You Scared? [Chapter 1]

“Turn that off.” A British accent said. The entire crowd screamed, including me.

We all began chanting, “Danny! Danny! Danny!”

“Turn that off.” He repeated. “No, seriously guys. Turn that off. No one wants to hear that.”

The sound manager finally listened to Danny’s command and turned the music off.

I’m sure you’re wondering what the Hell I’m talking about. Well, I’m at an Asking Alexandria concert at Northern Lights. In the front fucking row. Hell yeah! Asking Alexandria is the best band of all time and as soon as they all get on stage, I’ll be a foot away from THE Danny Worsnop.

The intro to Alerion began to play just as the guitarists, bassist, and drummer took their places. They all had their backs facing us except the drummer, who took a seat behind the drum set. Then, Danny ran out and they all turned around, each one of them spitting beer out of their mouths.

Danny began singing and I sang along. The short song quickly changed to If You Can’t Ride Two Horses At Once, Get Out Of The Circus. During this song, I noticed Danny’s appearance. His hair was unfixed, he hadn’t shaved in a while, he wasn’t wearing shoes and he was drinking beer.

After they finished playing A Prophecy, with his glorious accent Danny asked, “Who here is intoxicated?!”

A few shouted and put their hands in the air. Most of us were underage and had a million x’s on our hands, so if we had any beer in our hands, we’d be escorted out.

“If you’re straight edge, that’s respectable, but if you’re not, what’s the point?” He continued.

I just laughed, and as I did, I noticed the drummer looking at me in an odd way. I just shrugged it off as they began to play A Single Moment of Sincerity.

I had my right hand in the air, the arm that had the bracelet the door people put on me. As the lead guitarist began to sing, Danny randomly licked that bracelet. I yelled and proceeded to give him a high-five.

Once they finished that song, Danny motioned for me to open my mouth, and once I did, he poured some of his beer in my mouth. I swallowed down the liquid and gave him thumbs up. His reply was a wink.

“So, our drummer James is breaking his bass drum. We’re gonna do one last song.” Danny yelled.

Several people yelled out, “Mr. Brooks!” While others yelled, “Final Episode!”

“Okay, okay. Raise your hand if you want us to play Hey There Mr. Brooks.” Around twenty people raised their hand. “The Final Episode?” Me and everyone around me raised our hands and screamed. “Then we’ll do that one.”

They began playing and I sang along through the entire thing. During the “You need a doctor baby, you scared?” part, Danny finally held my hand. I was so happy, and Scottie and all of our friends could tell.

After the show was over, the band went backstage and I went to the merch table. I bought a shirt that said “You Stupid Fucking Whore” on it, and a For All Those Sleeping shirt and their new album, Cross Your Fingers.

I decided to go back to the stage when I noticed the whole band sitting there, and Danny holding Luci.

As I came closer, they all waved, excluding Danny who was trying to make sure the dog didn’t run off.

“Addison?” One of the members asked.

“Um, yeah. How do you know my name?” I replied questionably.

“I’m James Cassells.”

“I knew that, but it doesn’t explain shit.” I said.

“They didn’t tell you, did they?” He almost said to himself.

“You’re confusing me, and I don’t like it. Explain, please.”

“Your mother and father are also my mother and father.” He informed me.

“Holy shit! Really?” I screamed.

“Yeah, after they had me, they broke up and our mother moved here and met Scottie’s dad and had Scottie. She left Scottie with his grandparents and came back to England to take me with her. I refused to go, which resulted in our parents getting back together. I moved in with our grandparents once they decided to go to America. A couple years later, they had you.” He explained.

“That explains more than you intended it to explain, trust me.” I breathed.

“Our parents e-mailed me telling me you were coming to the concert and I decided that now would be the best time to meet you. I also want you to go with us on our next tour, if you’d like.” Once he said that, Danny looked up for the first time, and his expression wasn’t good.

“I’d love to! It seems like the best time to get to know my new brother.” I answered.

“Great.” He smiled.

We exchanged numbers before Scottie began to pull me away. He was tired and irritable and he just wanted to be home. I waved goodbye and everyone waved back, except Danny.

We jumped in the car and I started it, the sound of For All Those Sleeping blaring from the speakers. I turned it down so it was just background noise.

“Scottie, do you ever get the feeling that Mom and Dad are hiding way too much from us?” I asked.

“All the time. Why do you ask?” He answered.

“I found out that the drummer for Asking Alexandria, James Cassells, is my brother.”

“Really?” He asked, unbelievingly.

“Yeah. I just want to know why they kept this from me and kept telling me I was Irish and all that.”

“I don’t know. I would say to protect you, but I don’t see how that’s protecting you.” He replied.

“That’s what I thought.” I said.

The rest of the hour long ride home, we didn’t say anything, and we let the music drown out the silence.

Once we got home, we both went straight to our rooms. I laid in bed and looked at my phone. I had a text from an unknown number saying “Hey Addi :) it’s James” I saved the number under James and texted him back.

Hiya.

I grabbed my laptop and logged onto Twitter. I was too surprised to sleep right now.

What’s up?

Ohhh, you know. Twitter and shit. You?

I looked at my profile and saw I had five new followers. I could only think of five people who would have followed me: The members of Asking Alexandria. I was right. Danny Worsnop, Ben Bruce, Cameron Liddell, Sam Bettley, and James Cassells had all followed me.

Same, but you know this :)

Yes I do. Tell everyone I said thanks for the follow :)

He quickly texted back.

They all said you’re welcome. Are you excited for the tour???

Fuck yes!!!!!!

I walked toward my dresser and got out my M&M pajama pants and put them on before returning to the bed.

Good, I’m excited too.

I’m sure. I’m going to go to bed. Night.(:

I finally had my answers, and I’m sure there were many, many more questions coming my way.