it was you ⋆ richardson ; DISCONTINUED

08.

i lay there staring at the ceiling recapping what happened this evening. a lot happened this evening.

i almost kissed george, i spoke to blake without arguing for the first time in 2 years, i almost kissed george, i almost kissed blake, and i almost kissed george???

george. a man who currently engaged and is totally in love with a woman who he has been with since they were 16, nearly kissed... me.

i snapped out of my thoughts as my phone began to ring. i looked at the caller ID which made my heart race, i don't know if it was in a good way or a bad way.

Blake Richardson
incoming call...

i answered the call shutting my eyes and i brought my hand up to my ear.

there was a silence between us for a moment before he broke it,

"i'm sorry did i wake you?" his voice sounded raspy and he sounded tired,

"no" i said, "why would you have woke me up?" i questioned,

"maybe because its nearly 4:30am?" he chuckled slightly resulting in a cough.

"is it?"

i brought my phone down from my ear putting it on speaker checking the time on my phone whilst doing so. the screen glowed onto my face and read the time

4:27am

i didn't realise the time actually. maybe i was so caught up in my thoughts that i actually didn't realise what i was doing or the time.

"why are you up?" i asked him curiously,

"i could ask you the same thing" i ran my hand through my hair ask he said so.

i didn't want to tell him why i was awake because i know it would end up him asking what i was thinking about.

and all i'm thinking about it george.

george fucking smith.

"i'm just having a lot of thoughts" he spoke not long after asking why i was awake.

"about?"

"everything" he sighed, "the band, tour, you, everything"

"me?" i questioned,

he hummed in response. there was a silence between us both, and it sounded like he was in a car so i asked where he was going.

"are you alone, dani?" he asked ignoring my question, i told him i was, "well your not going to be, see you soon" he hung up the phone.

i shook my head throwing my phone onto my bed. i made my way into the living room, leading myself into the kitchen.

i decided to put the kettle on because i'd knew he'd want one. he always made me make one for him, no matter what the time.

"psst dani" i moved slightly by someone prodding my shoulder. i shook it off until i felt someone prod it again, "dani, yoohoo wake up"

"what?" i mumbled into my pillow. i wasn't answered so i had assumed they left, until i heard a sigh and they began to speak.