Dreams Can Come True - A McBusted FanFiction

Chapter 7

Amy's POV

I wake up in exactly the same position I fell asleep in. However Danny's changed and we're under the duvet. I look up and see him peacefully sleeping. He really is amazing. I quietly get up, careful not to wake him and look at my phone. 1 0'clock. I suppose we didn't get home until about 2am, then we had out little duet, so I guess we got to bed quite late. I make my way downstairs and find my way around the kitchen. After searching every cupboard, I find resources for two cups of coffee. I walk back upstairs, careful not to spill anything on the plush cream carpets. I walk back into Danny's room and find him still asleep. I place one cup of coffee on the dressing table and keep the other in my hand. I sit back down on the bed and watch him, drinking sips of my coffee. I can't believe I'm doing this. Yesterday I was aimlessly wandering round the shopping centre and now, I'm sitting next to a sleeping Danny Jones in his house! Amazing how things can change so quickly. Finally he starts stirring, then yawns and wakes up. 'Good morning.' I say, handing him a cup of coffee.

'Morning beautiful.' He replies. He then realises what he said and looks a bit embarrassed.

'It's fine,' I say, 'I don't mind.' I move closer and sit where I was last night. I put my head on his chest and he wraps his free arm around me, squeezing me slightly. 'You're amazing.' I say into his chest.

'What d'you mean?' he asks sleepily.

'You're amazing. You find this girl in the shopping centre and a day later, she's asleep on your lap. You're just different.'

'Okay, this is gonna sound really cheesy, but I felt like I had to talk to you, and now I'm so glad I did! You're the most beautiful girl I've seen in a long time and I guess I just...' He stops, but kisses my head. I sit up so our faces are level. I keep his gaze for a few seconds, then lean forward, stopping just before our lips meet. We are millimetres away from each other and just as I'm about to draw back, Danny closed the space and presses our lips together. He's soft and gentle, like being kissed by an angel. He wraps him arms around my back and pulls me closer. After a while we both pull away and I snuggle back down into his arms. He wraps both arms around my shoulders and we lay like this for hours. Finally he speaks; 'So, who are you?' He asks.

'Really?' I say.

'Yeah really.'

'What d'you mean?' I ask.

'Oh I dunno, what's your favourite colour?'

'Red.' I say.

'Me too!' he replies, 'Where were you born?'

'Maidstone.'

'Bolton.'

'Yeah I know.'

'See, now I can tell everyone that I know where you were born, and your favourite colour!'

'You're amazing, but you're odd!' I say, punching his chest lightly.