DAN’S P.O.V.
I always panic before shows but today it was ten times worse. It was the beginning of our UK leg of the tour. I was stood in a huge room in Scotland that would later be filled with thousands of people. People that would see me and see how crap I really am. I took in a deep breath and then left the stage feeling frustrated.
I walked out the back door and climbed back into the bus, searching for Ally. I felt bad for her, it was only day 1 of the tour but I had barely seen her. She told me this morning that she felt travel sick in the bus and so didn’t sleep at all last night. I really hope she doesn’t hate this next few weeks.
I entered the bedroom section of the bus and saw her tucked up in my bunk, fast asleep. I decided to go back into the venue and found the boys hanging around the backstage area, already drinking. I definitely needed a drink tonight, otherwise I might just pass out in fear.
“Steady on Dan, you want to pace yourself otherwise you won’t make it to the show!” Woody commented after I downed my first beer in a matter of minutes.
“Just nervous, you know.” I grumpily replied. I didn’t like it when people commented on my drinking. I never normally drink that much at home but when I’m on tour it’s a whole different matter. Drinking to get rid of the nerves, drinking to celebrate that I didn’t pass out on stage, drinking to get rid of the hangover, it was fair to say it was a lot of drinking. At least it wasn’t anything stronger any more, I haven’t done anything like that in years after everything that happened before. Maybe it would actually help.
“BLOODY HELL DAN LISTEN!” Will shouted, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm.” I looked in his direction, bewildered.
“Nando’s or pizza express? We’re getting a take away.”
“Oh, either’s fine.” I shrugged, not really wanting to eat anything.
Everyone carried on with their conversations but I could feel Will’s eyes staring at me. I looked up and gave him a glare and when he didn’t look away I left the room.
“What the heck is wrong with you today?” Will asked, following me down the corridor.
“It doesn’t matter!” I snapped at him. Truth was, I didn’t completely know what was wrong, I was just having a down day.
“Jesus, Dan, don’t bite my fucking head off!”
I sighed. Will didn’t deserve to be snapped at like that, he was only trying to help. “Sorry, mate. Just one of those down days, you know..” Will looked at me sympathetically. I hate that.
“Have you taken your meds today?”
“Yep, as always.” I groaned, hating the fact that medication ruled my life in the way that it did.
“Okay, well just talk to us Dan. Talk to Ally too, she’s there for you.”
I turned my head quickly and snapped again. “She doesn’t know. And it’s staying that way, okay?”
Will looked confused. “She doesn’t know?” I shook my head. “Uh, okay, I guess that’s your call mate.” He answered and then went back in the room, leaving me on my own. I knew he was judging me for not being honest with Ally. But it’s not exactly a big secret. Just some parts of my past that I would rather she not know about. She would never love me if she knew how much of a fuck up I really am.
ALLY’S P.O.V.
I awoke, completely confused as to where I was. As my eyes adjusted to the light I rolled over and remembered I was in the bus. I grabbed my phone and saw it was 7pm. I was absolutely shattered but wanted to find the boys, surely they would be on in a bit. I climbed out of the claustrophobic bunk and changed into some nicer clothes, put a bit more make up on and sorted out my hair a bit.
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What would you do? (A Bastille/ Dan Smith fanfic)
FanfictionAlly is a 24 year old girl whose just moved to London along with her best friend Kaley. As they don't know anyone in the area the girls start to spend time with Kaley's brother Adam and his mates, one of which being the lead singer of Bastille, Dan...