Foreigner

Continued Chapter 2

You pay the man and get on with your day. It's been an hour, It's now 8:30am, the shoot is at 10am. You take a long shower and listen to some pre-downloaded fifty shades album, as the WiFi takes at least an hour to kick in and restart.
The hot water droplets drip down your face and steam starts to fill the small shower cubicle. You begin to replay the small innocent not so intimate moments between you and Daniel in your minds, as the time ticks by your mind starts to get dirty and the thoughts of Daniel naked and his eyes filled with lust an- SHITTTT ITS 9:45AM!!

You turn off the shower and bolt for the door, You slip fall and smack your head on the door, You reassure yourself and get up. You dry yourself ever so quickly and make a quick attempt at putting on some makeup, You put on a flowy short dress with some small black shorts just in case. You slip on some plimsolls and bolt for the door. WAIT.
You forgot your keys.
You turn around and find the keys on the everso shiny kitchen island. You grab them and run like fuck for the door. You run to the elevator to find it's broken. Both of them are SHIT!

You head for the stairs, 7 flights of stairs, here we go, You run down them so fast that it's only 10:25AM, Shit shit shit!!! The venue is only 10 minutes away your already late but your not ready to give up just yet. You start running down the street and you oh so suddenly spot the Why Don't We boys. All you get out is a "Hi boys, Bye Boys" They give you a confused look and brush it off. You find the venue and August shakes his head as you run up to him.
"B your 35 minutes late, I can't let you in."
"B, bu-" was all you could get out of your exhausted body before August turned around and walked away. You took your sorry little ass back home but stopped for a Starbucks instead. You felt a hand on your shoulder, It was Daniel.
"Hey Willow are you ok?"
"Not really.." Daniel notices the smeared bits of mascara on your face and wipes it off and gives you that smile that turns your stomach inside out. "Hey go get a table and we'll talk yeah? What drink do you want?" He questions. "Surprise me" I said with a wink. *gasp* What the hell! Why did I do that? Why did I wink?! What the fuck Willow you stupid idi- "Hi Daniel, I see you got me my surprise :) Ooh this is actually really nice thank you! What is this?"
"It's peanut butter, Iced coffee, cream and my special ingredient"
"Hmm sounds good :)" I said with a giggle, Gosh what is wrong with me? I think my brain is in flirt mode but my hoo haa is thinking something different (huh pun :) sorry carry on) She's swimming down there! I rub my legs together to try and make it go away but I knock Daniels leg in the process making my situation worse. I get all flustered and hot and start to scratch my arm and scratch my neck. Daniel notices this. "Hey Willow are you ok?" He whispers. "Uh um yeah yeah absolutely I'm fine nothing going on here" Damm I'm to nervous he'll notice for sure. "Willow you can tell me or I'll think of something and that's never good" He smirks. "Daniel I can't right now, I would tell you but it's my situation, I'll talk later yeah?" I get up and put 5 dollars in his hand and I walk outside and Corbyn grabs my arm.
"Yo Willow, I haven't seen you in years! You still remember me?"
Corbyn. Corbyn Besson. My best friend from high school and college. He moved to LA with the boys to continue his music life and obviously he dropped out mid way and never said goodbye....
"Yeah yeah I remember you, But I need you to help me out with something."
"Ooh is it about Daniel? I saw you talk to him in there you were blushing A LOT!"
"Keep it down! Yeah it's about him, I feel like I'm getting feelings for him I don't know what to do!"
"You could just tell him? Oh look here's the man himself!"
It was at that moment where Daniel noticed me and Corbyn taking and eventually came over.
"Hey you two watcha talkin about?"
Corbyn replies with "Uh actually Daniel, Willow wants to tell you that she really likes yo-" I stamp on Corbyn's foot and glare at him telling him to shut up in the process. Daniel just smirks at me and walks to the boys with the biggest grin on his face.
"What the fuCK WAS THAT FOR CORBYN?!"
"I WAS HELPING YOU!"
"WHAT BY TELLING DANIEL I LIKE HIM?!" And at that point a lot of people looked at me, even Daniel looked at me. Corbyn looked hurt. So what did I do, I just turned around and ran home. I was 5 minutes away so I could see poor Corbyn's hurt face. I've never shouted at him, Well no one for a matter of fact.

I stormed up the stairs straight to my apartment. I locked the door changed into my pjamas and cried myself to sleep.
Rain check it's 11am.