The Month Of July

Chapter 1

Danny O'Donoghue, his eyes sparkle when he looks at me. His cheeky smile makes my heart melt. He walks off stage with the guys, carrying instruments.

"You guys were fantastic!" I gush.

"Did you like it?" Danny flashes me a smile. A rhetorical question obviously. I follow them back to the couches where most of the guys of OneRepublic are.

"Sabrina!" Ryan smiles and springs up from where he was on the couch to kiss me. "I love you baby." My eyes quickly flick over to Danny who seems rather embarrassed. He looks away when he catches me looking at him. I avoid the 'I love you baby', also avoiding further heartbreak for Danny. Danny slowly lowers himself down onto the couch beside Zach Filkins, the violinist and guitarist of OneRepublic.

"How much do you want to bet that it takes an hour before we go on?" Ryan proposes as he sits down on the couch. I go to sit beside Danny but Ryan calls me over. "Hey babe." He whispers into my neck.

"Hi Ryan."

"Sabrina?" Danny starts.

"Yes?"

"Are you staying the rest of the tour?"

"Well, I'm taking July off like the rest of you, but yeah."

"Cool." Danny says. He doesn't seem very interested that I'm staying with them, which throws me off a little bit. Shouldn't he be happy? Maybe he's pretending because Ryan's around. There isn't honestly anything I want more than to tell OneRepublic to leaves. I've gotten to the point with Ryan where I don't love him but I can't tell him. Ryan is the boulder in the path that I have to get around eventually. I don't want to though because then if I tell Ryan I love Danny, Ryan may no longer want to be friends with Danny. It's complicated. So I bare around an hour with OneRepublic, Danny and I exchanging glances across the room from each other. Ryan holding me hostage in his arms, kissing me occasionally.

"Guys, since my house is close, and we're all sick of restaurants, do you want to come back for a proper meal?" I ask the boys, mostly directed towards Danny.

"Thank you so much!" Mark says. "Which way? Let's leave now." Mark grabs his wallet off of the coffee table and finishes his water bottle, crunching it in a ball and tossing it in the recycling bin. "I love you so much Sabrina." I laugh and we set foot out of the Molson Canadian Amphitheater, the boys flashing ID that they are The Script. The security guards give us a nod and we walk out. It takes us about twenty minutes to walk there, Danny giving me a piggy back because my stilettos started to hurt my feet. We walk up to my house and I unlock the door, exposing the boys to my really tiny house. It's nice, but I hate living in a town house. We take our shoes off.

"Have you guys ever had real Canadian poutine?" I ask the boys. "Not the American pass offs, actual poutine."

"No." Glen shakes his head.

"Ah, you guys suck. You are going to have that today. I'm not the best chef, but I make killer poutine." I smile mischievously.

"Okay." Danny shrugs.

"Daniel! You're supposed to be excited!" I scold him.

"Yay!" He says sarcastically. I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen.

"Why are you being such a dick Danny?" I hear Mark say quietly.

"Because I'm sick of Ryan with her and today I cracked. I just want her to leave him." Danny mutters. Danny, it's harder than you make it seem. "Doesn't she know?" I know Danny, I know you love me. I want to say something but I hold my breath.

"Guys, I'm going upstairs, don't let the fries burn." I run up the stairs and dig through the bag I packed for the tour, looking for my picture of Danny. I took it of him when his head was turned so his facial features are tight. God Danny. You may ask why I'm looking at a picture of him when he's downstairs, this one is easier to confront.

"Sabrina Isabelle Adkins." Danny's thick Irish accent fills the silence. I look up from the picture captured of Danny to the real Danny. I panic slightly, stuffing the picture under my pillow. Danny is leaning on the doorway, his one arm extending all the way up. I slip under the gap between Danny and the doorway. He catches my arm and pulls me back swiftly. His hand drops down to my waist. "Did you know I love you?" Danny asks, inches from my face and could swear he's about to kiss me. And he does, his face comes closer to mine till his lips are pressed firmly to mine. I surrender quickly to Danny and do my part in the kiss. I go on my tippy toes so Danny doesn't have to bend so far down. He pulls apart and opens his eyes slowly, leaving me speechless. I've always imagined what a kiss with Danny would feel like, imagine no more. "Your fries," He cracks a grin. "are done."

"Right, those." I shake my head and run downstairs. I see them on the oven done perfectly. Check one, they can make fries. I quickly make gravy and grate cheese. When it's done, I bring it out to the boys, Danny now very keen on helping me. When we're done eating, we walk back to the venue. We hang out in The Script's tour bus, trying to pass time. I hear 'If I Lose Myself' and know that they're done. Mark and Glen are busy teasing Danny about me.

"Guys, I'm going to go see the boys, they're done."

"Okay." They wave me off and then I hear Danny.

"Ow! Shit, that hurt Mark!" I giggle and leave the gates around the tour buses. The security guards nod and I run down the path past the washrooms to the stage. Everyone knows who I am so they just let me in. "Ryan!!" I shout and run towards him.

"I'm really sweaty and I advise you not to kiss me." Ryan states.

"Alright." He passes his guitar off to one of the people packing instrument cases.

"So have you guys eaten?" Ryan asks me.

"Yeah, I made poutine. I'm going to go back home soon."

"Okay babe, do you want me to come?"

"It doesn't matter." I shrug.

"I might stay and go for dinner with the guys."

"Okay, that's fine." I kind of sort of hug Ryan. "Do you want to take a shower though? You can take one at my place."

"Okay, yeah, I'll do that. Give me a minute though, I need clothes." Ryan runs into the tour bus and comes back with a backpack. I smile at him and partially laugh at his hair falling down both sides of his face.

"You really need to fix your hair Darling."

"God, I know." He laughs and slings the backpack over his shoulder and we walk towards my house, only one star twinkling in the black night sky.