What Is Love? - Danny O'donoghue and Jessie J Fan-Fiction.

chapter 68 - mind games.

*danny*

tom: what did you get up too? you two look like hell...

will: thanks... to be honest most of its a blur...

danny: *moan*

my head was in my hands.

jess: danny doesnt do hangovers *blunt*

i look up, she is standing in the doorway. she soon turned and left.

will: how was irma last night?

tom: i thought see was working away?

danny: so did i... she was ok- i think i passed out as soon as i got home... i cant really remember.

i got up and went to my dressing room. i hunted for some paracetamol. ugh why do i never have what i need?! i open my door to go and ask jessie- doubt she will answer me. i turn around and there is a guy standing in front of her door, security?

danny: um, can i speak to jessie please?

guard: name.

danny: um, danny?

he started to look over a sheet.

guard: O'donoghue?

danny: yes, a judge on this sh-

guard: shut up. no

danny: no?

guard: what are you an eco?! no, you, are, not, seeing, miss, cornish-

danny: look, mate, me and jessie are friends. we work together just let me ta-

guard: shut up. your voice, i cant deal with your voice. squeak, squeak, squeak!

danny: jessie? JESSIE? JESSIE COME OUT HERE!

guard: back away please.

danny: jessie!

guard: not going to ask you again. back away.

i reached forward and went to knock on the door when he grabbed my arm, twisting it and pushing my to the ground.

danny: OUCH!!

i swear he is dislocating my shoulder! he pushed me further down.

danny: jessie! JESSIE! JESSIE GET OUT HERE AND PUT A LEASH ON THIS BULLDOG!!

he twisted my arm more and pushed it harder.

danny: get off me! JESSIE!

i heard the door soon open and jess sigh,

danny: get your fucking, whatever he is, off me! now!

i heard her suddenly burst into fits of laughter.

danny: jessie this isnt funny! it hurts get him off!

jess: oh stan... get off him...

danny: oh he has a name *under his breath*

stan: also has ears! he has annoyed me...

jess: me too... but how ever much id love to watch you snap his arm you should get off...

he soon released and i pulled myself to my feet and soothed my very sore shoulder.

danny: whats with you?! broke my fucking arm!

stan: believe me, if i was going to break your arm i would have broken it before she had the chance to hear your little girly screams...

she went to close the door, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes.