Forever

Chapter One

The day I met her was like no other. She was different for sure, beautiful and had an eye for music - that's all I knew and yet I still fell for her.

And I couldn't seem to register why.

There I was, tall skinny man standing in Dublin City, with two of his best mates.

I stood boldly with my keyboard outright before me, my hands wandered over it as our just released music soared through the summer air.

Mark and Glen were behind, Mark with his acoustic guitar and Glen drumming against a solid wooden block. It wasn't long before an audience formed and the pride entered our hearts.

This was it, we did it.

We finally did.

The Script had finally made it as a band.

"Before the worst, before we met

Before our hearts decide

It's time to love again

Before too late, before too long

Let's try to take it back

Before it all went wrong,"

And the people swooned, their smiling faces and adoring glances causing the hair at the very back of my neck to perk up alarmingly.

I felt free. I felt powerful.

But when I saw her, it was different. My chest softened as her big brown eyes caught onto mine. I gasped out as I sang, my throat trembled slightly with the effect her stare had on me. Usually I would try and put more of a show on if I saw a beautiful young lady in the crowd, of course I would never get too attached. Although, in that unexplainable moment she had stolen my heart. And I knew I was hers.

My face burnt up as I tried to finish my song, our song that is. Which I had undoubtedly messed up. We promised we would never let girls get in the way of our music and I kept it no matter what.

Though like I said before, she was different. And I had let myself fallen without a second thought.

But why? Why this girl? I didn't even know her.

"You messed up at the end, Dan."

I nodded as I searched the audience for that pale faced brunette with the gorgeous eyes. "What happened?"

"Hmm?"

"Back then. Why did you get distracted?"

She wasn't there. I peeked up throughout the wide city of our hometown but she had disappeared. She probably had a boyfriend anyway, that's what I assumed. Beautiful girls never like me back, see, even nowadays - unless they're using me.

"It's a girl." Mark interrupted me and Glen with a sly grin. "Who is she then?"

I blushed outrageously, my throat cloaking up as I tired to find a comeback.

Tell them, they're wrong. Tell them what you told yourself; you'll never choose love over you career.

"Look at him, he's smitten."

But it was too obvious. I was in love with a girl I hadn't even said a word to.

Was this the right thing to feel? Was this another road to disaster with my love life? What if it wasn't though, what if it were love? True love.

Or maybe I was being naive. How stupid of me to think such a thing, I mean who would ever truly love me? If I were in her shoes i would run a mile. Come one, get real - I'm nothing. I would just wreck her life, constantly stirring up her life with my worried thoughts and unchanged ways.

She's too beautiful for a man like me. I'm broken.

"Danny?"

"Yeah."

"You look...upset." I turned to see Glen with his arm around my shoulders, indigo eyes deep with concern.

"It's...it's just-"

"He's fallen for some girl in the crowd."

I turned sharply to Mark who sighed and wrapped his spare hand against the flesh of the back of neck, the other, he took a long sip of his can of Guinness.

"You do know what this means though, right?"

I turned to Glen who hesitated slightly as I searched through my mind of what he could possibly mean.

"You'll just get burnt again." He shook my neck firmly. "And you won't realise because you'd just give it all up for her."

"What do you mean by that?" I whispered as i shrugged him away.

"Don't lose yourself over her." His face grew serious, brown eyes looking directly into mine.

From then on, I thought of her. I thought of her non stop. To me she was an angel sent from god himself, here to heal my broken soul. Although I tried not to fantasise, she was just an ordinary girl. I'll get over it. She was just pretty, that's it. I'll get over it.

Oh but that wasn't true, it was fate. She belongs with me, I just knew it.

I sat on the couch of my apartment, my mind blurring as I try to release the desperation for this mysterious woman woman within my heart. The beat of my bloodstream echoed throughout the empty rooms until I decided to silence it with my only solution.

I drank directly from the ice cold bottle, the pain slowly disappearing. Leaving the broken man sitting in his own memories.

The alcohol always seemed to solve his issues, what a typical Irishman.

That's when I raced out in the pouring rain, drunk and dreaming helplessly.

Believe it or not though, the drunken boy was right - it was fate.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

Her brown eyes glistened even more wilder the day I first laid eyes on her.

Turned out, I passed out in the streets of Dublin and she saved me. She called an ambulance and decided to stay the night, just to check I was okay.

I'm not saying I didn't have my doubts, all I'm saying is that someday she would be mine. Someday, any day now she will be my princess.

My princess, Serena.

Serena Ashlyn Wilson.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Wow. Thank you for all the comments in the last chapter.

I wrote this one straight from my mind, it just flowed out really. Sorry if it's boring tbh but I just thought it would make sense to add how they met.

Thank you for reading.

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