All These Years....

5.

Daniels POV
   Another room once again. I wake up and turn to my left, seeing a girl that I saw at the concert laying naked next to me.

   I sigh and roll out of bed, pulling on my boxers and jeans. I walk to he window, over looking he beautiful city of New York.

   I look around for my shirt in the dark room, but with no luck of finding it I decide to leave without it.

   I throw on my shoes and tip toe to the door, careful not to wake up this mystery girl. I opened it resulting in a slight creek. I closed my eyes and help my breath, only hearing a small grown groan from the girl.

   I slip outside and close the door behind me. 4th girl this week. No wonder the boys are worried. I'm gone almost every night. But, they already know were I am. Every show we have I find a girl in the meet and greet.

   A girl that I sleep with and leave in the morning. This is not the way I wanted it to turn out. But, losing Emma sent me tumbling down a hill that I can't climb back up from. I ask about her. But, it always results in an argument.

   "Hey uh..Jonah?" I asked. "What's up Daniel?" Jonah answered, looking up from his phone. "Do uh..do you know how Emma is doing?" I asked. I know he knew. He was dating Alyssa for gods sake. He blinked a few times, looking like he was debating on telling me something. Then he finally answered. "No. I don't. Sorry." He said plainly, looking back at his phone. "Oh come on Jonah you have to know something. Your dating one of her best friends." I said. "I said I don't know anything Daniel." He said, his voice growing. "Jonah just tell me. You don't have to-" "I SAID I DONT KNOW DANIEL!!" He screamed, standing up and pushing past me, slamming the door to his room. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I walked into the kitchen and opened David's liquor cabinet. I opened a bottle and took a swing of vodka before putting it back and walking to my room.

   So eventually I stopped asking about Emma and I just hopped she was doing fine. I figured she never wanted to see me again anyways. So, from now on I wake up with mystery girls.

   I don't know how the media hasn't found out about my incidents. Maybe the girls don't say anything. Maybe it's better that way. Of the fans found out how the Daniel right now is, I'm gonna loose the sweet innocent Daniel reputation.

   I made my way down the cold streets of New York. I got so many weird looks from people around me, hence the fact that I'm not wearing a shirt.

   I was freezing but I always thought I could handle it. I remember how Emma used to get so mad at me for never wearing sweatshirts.

   "Come on babe lets go! We're gonna be late!" I screamed through the hotel. "Oh heck no! Where is your sweater Seavey?!" She asked. "I don't need one babe. It's not even that cold." I said plainly. I didn't hear a response until I felt someone tug me by my shirt and throw a coat over my body. I sighed and rolled my eyes, but not daring to pry her hands from me. "Babe I don't need this." I said as she wrapped a scarf around my neck. "I don't care. I don't know if you know. But it is 45 degrees out there. Your gonna catch pneumonia or freeze or something." She said seriously. "You sound like my mom" I said laughing. "Maybe I am your mom." She said with a smirk. I laughed and shook my head, pulling her by the waist so she fell into my body. "No. Because I would never kiss my mom like this.." I said before leaning down and pressing a hard passionate kiss to Emma's lips. The kiss lasted about a minute or two before Emma pulled away. "I would hope you would never kiss your mom that way." She said with a laugh before pulling me towards the door.

   So as I walk down these busy streets of New York. With nothing but a pair of black jeans and white vans on my body, I think of Emma.

   How much she cared and loved me. But, now I'm sure she doesn't anymore. Oh how I wished she would wrap me in a coat and tell me that she is doing it out of love. Because I would believe her.

   But as the first snowflake fell onto my nose. I knew she was never coming back.