Glowing x - A The Script Fan Fiction

Glowing x - Chapter 3 - A meeting in an alleyway

Hey peeps! :3 I'm so sorry it took so long to update! I feel likea bad parent :( Anywho here is your third enstallment of Glowing x Thank you so much to all the lovely people who have commented! I love you all! So if a few more people could follow in their footsteps I'd love you forever!

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Rori’s PoV

I weep and weep clutching my stomach until it hurts so much I have to stop. I want to die, my live is over! Yes, yes I know, I’m being a melodramatic wimp. But you don’t understand. You don’t know how much this really means to me. This is my life. The Script is my life!

I’m so cold and soaking wet but there’s nothing I can do to help it. Nothing. I have no way to get home and no one to tell me it’s gonna be ok. I want my mum. When I was little she would hug me and everything would magically get better. But now I know magic doesn’t exist and that happiness does not lie just over the rainbow. Now I’ve grown up with the harshness that is life.

Now she’s gone and I, the supposed best thing that happened to her, was left to pick up the pieces she left behind...

All I’m left with is that same one word question that haunts my thoughts and keeps me awake at night. Why? Why would she attempted to kill my father? Why would she run away? WHY?

I want to scream and shout but it’s not going to help. Right now all I need is to get out of here. But how? Why are one word questions always the hardest to answer?

I’m interrupted from my melancholy thoughts by a loud ear piercing creak. It sounds like the Tin Man when he’s ran out of oil in the Wizard of Oz. Only this is louder and creepier. I sit up straight and hug my bag to me. Who could that be, who’d wanna be in an alley on a cold night. Not me that’s for sure!

“Hello? Is anybody there?” I hear a soft Irish voice whisper into the cool damp night. The beautiful voice echoes back at me bouncing backwards and forwards off the mouldy moss covered walls.

Why do I recognise that voice? I don’t know many Irish people so who could it be? It’s definitely a man’s voice. But who’s? The only Irish people I know are my old next door neighbour (he moved out after the ‘incident’) and my senile old Maths teacher who went to the asylum ages ago (he thought that one of the pupil was his late wife risen from the dead so tried to murder her in her sleep). It was definitely neither of them, though. So who is it then?

Then it hits me like a twenty ton weight. Ohmygod! It can’t be! I’ve gotta be dreaming. I close my eyes and pinch myself but achieve nothing other than an aching arm. I’m not asleep, so it has to be... It is him! It’s Danny O’Donoghue! I want to scream out of pure excitement but have to restrain myself. Breathe Rori, breathe! I tell myself for the millionth time. Ohmygod! OHMYGOD!!

“Hello?” The lushes voice repeats again. My stomach is filled with lots of tiny little butterflies at the sound of that beautiful voice. The voice I have sat and listened to many times in my life. The voice that has conveyed such passion and hope through such gorgeous words.

What do I do? My hero is in the same alleyway as me and my usually thought filled brain turns into a sieve. What do I do?!

“I know you’re out here. I can hear your breathing, I won’t hurt you. I promise. I want to help you.” I hear a pleading in his voice and can tell he honestly wants to help me. Aww what a cutie. Focus Rori, focus.

“H-hello.” I stutter. I’m scared stiff, what if he tries something? Yes I love this man but I really don’t want to be raped by him or anyone else for that matter..