Caught in the Act

Chapter 8

A/N  Remember when I said I was going to make a long chapter and an argument scene? I have failed you all. I'm super ill at the moment but this is what I had started before I got sick! I know I'm a terrible person but when I get better I'll post the rest. Also I LOVED GETTING TO KNOW YOU ALL. COMMENTS ABOUT THIS FIC AND FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF HAVE MADE MY DAY! LOVE YOU ALL!

ANYWAY

"Where are you going dressed like that?" Justin calls, as I make my way out the hotel room.
"Toothbrush!"
"Errrr... okay?"

I patter down the hallway, towards my room, my head pounding manically.

Am I an alcoholic? Probably.

I go to open my door but to my surprise it's locked.
"Roy?" I knock on the door. "Cmon open up!"

Damn damn damn damn damn damn...

"ROY OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR ILL DECAPITATE YOU!"
"Can you keep your voice down?" A random man pops his head from next door.
"Oh... sorry." I kick the door in anguish and sigh. I'm locked out- and looking like an absolute freak. I'm going to kill Roy, even with my bare hands

Maybe he's wandering around somewhere. I'll look for him. For once, I don't even care what I look like. I place my eyelashes back in place, adjust my dress and pat my wig deeper in my scalp- sexy.

I walk down the hallway, strutting my stuff. Hell Yeah. YEET.

Stepping into the reception area eyes are on me. But not in a good way. People are milling around but I can't see any dedragged humans anywhere and it's-

Oh wait. I see Roy. He's sat on a chair on his phone drinking a coffee from fucking STARBUCKS. He's out there drinking STARBUCKS whilst I'm wandering around in a half-glued wig with smeared makeup, looking like I underwent a zombie apocalypse.

I walk casually to the table and cough for his attention. He looks up and almost spits out his drink in surprise, coughing like a maniac.
"Hello, ROY." I cross my arms and survey his face.
"You look like..."
"A snack? A smoke show? A model?"
"... you look like shit."
"Fuck off."
We look at each other for a while- and then burst out laughing.
"Why- what-" He splutters.
"I was locked out, Roy. LOCKED OUT."
He's laughing too hard to reply, like a dolphin, slapping his hands on the table.
"It's not funny."
"Oh it's totally funny."

I slam my body in the chair opposite him. "Oh sidenote, I didn't mean to kiss you. LOL."
"Okay then."
"Yknow I'm a sexual predator when I'm drunk."
"No shit Sherlock."
"Was Courtney mad?"
"Mad? Nah. She said to me, "your birth was a mistake". You know Courtney, she isn't a jealous person."
"That's good."
There's a moment of brief silence. "Hey Danny," Roy suddenly grins. "Was it my good looks or charming personality that made you wanna kiss me?"
"FUCK OFF! I WAS DRUNK. DRUNK ENOUGH TO WANT TO KISS YOUR WRINKLED PRUNE FACE."
"Still did it, though. You're a shit kisser by the way."
"You were pretty disgusting yourself."
"It's not as if your expectations were that high in the first place with your single ass."
"I'm not single," I blurt. Fuck. Fuck. Why did I say that? Shit fuck damn cunt -
"You? You have a boyfriend?" He raises his eyebrow.
"Don't be so fucking surprised. It's more of an off-on thing but it exists."
"Name?"
Damn. Lemme think. Damn. Damn.
"Stephen! Steve. Stevo!" Jesus fucking Christ.
"State? I'll look him up on Facebook."
"He's not from America. He's from-"
WHERE IS MY MADE UP BOYFRIEND FROM? "H-He's from Africa."
"Africa?"
"Yep."
"Seriously?"
"Yuh-huh."

"Hiya guys!" Shane comes over and sits on the last remaining chair. "What's up?"
"We were just talking about Danny's African boyfriend."
"AGAHAHAHGAGAJAKJSS!" He launches- and I mean fucking LAUNCHES- himself at me, making all these little gasping noises.
"YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?! IS HE HOT? HOW OLD IS HE? HE BETTA TREAT YOU RIGHT OR I WILL SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF HIM? WHAT PART OF AFRICA? HIS NAME?"
"Jesus Shane let him answer," Roy rolls his eyes.
"His name is Steve. He's from erm... Nigeria. He's 30. He's a nice guy."

I'm actually going to jump out of the window.

"Cmon Danny. You promised a coffee break with me! We need to chat about him! Lets go!"
"Shane! I look a mess! I look like Roy in day drag."
"Fucking cunt. Why would you compare me to that?" He indicates my face.
"You mean this smoke show?"
"Yeah you need smoke to conceal that whole... thing you've got going on there."
"Rude!"
"Come on Chola. Let's get you out of... whatever you're supposed to be."

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I'm in the shower, finally, all my clothes and my wig on the floor. My eyelashes... I don't even know their location. I remind myself to text the Brians and see if they've made up. Those two are inseparable and it's weird that they ain't talking.

Wait.

I was supposed to do a show last night. And I can't remember doing it. Hopefully it wasn't that embarrassing.

"Roy?" I yell.
"What!?"
"At the show did I do anything embarrassing?"
"Depends on what you class as embarrassing."
"For fucks sake."
"You made every one singalong to Man in the Mirror. And then you pole-danced to My Heart Will Go On. And then you acted like white trash. And then you sang some songs from your album."
"Oh Jesus take the wheel."
"I was pissing myself laughing."
"I wasn't."
"You can't even remember."
"Hmmm."
"You sounded good when you sang. L-Like you always sound good but it especially- you know- it-"
"Oh my god is ROY HAYLOCK lost for words?"
"N-No- I was just-"
"Is ROY HAYLOCK stuttering?"
"Danny."
"Is it because you have a crush on me?"
"W-What? No?"
"You hesitated."
"No I did-"
"BITCH YOU FUCKING HESITATED."
"Akjjajwsj. You're annoying."
"That's what my mom said when I was born."
"Bitch did you just read yourself?"
"Yes."
"Same."

I get out the shower and wrap a towel around my waist and stare into the mirror. The mirror is like bigger than my hopes and dreams to be honest. Damn. With this steam covering my face, I almost look hot. Maybe if you squint your eyes... or stand far away enough. You know Madame LaQueer would totally fuck me.. OH MY GOD. I COULD HAVE HOOKED UP WITH MLQ. WHY DID I MISS THIS OPPORTUNITY? IM SUCH A SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DISEASE. JESUS.

I step out the bathroom and see Roy laying on the bed on his phone. I just stand there and stare until he gives me love and affection.

Notice me Senpai.

After a century, he finally looks up. "What?"
"You're so old. Like how do you even know how to use a phone?"
"I'm not that old. Put some fucking clothes on."
"Why? Have you got a problem with my body?"
"No, I wouldn't mind you being naked but like-"
"I KNEW YOU HAD A CRUSH ON ME!"
"Oh my god Danny. I was just saying-"
"Like my body?" I start to crawl on the bed towards him, purring.
"Okay, Anna Nicole, get away from me and put some clothes on."

Sigh. He's clearly so into me. Like there's no repulsion at all. I don't know if it's my shit face or shit personality- but if he wants, I'm all his.