Is this true love? [Danny Worsnop fan fiction]

This was meant to be a fun night. (Part one)

Saturday night - At Danny's Tour Managers house party for his birthday. 

I had my red dress on with black tights, and black heels. I curled my hair and put some red lipstick on and black eye make-up.

Me and Danny were sitting together on a brown sofa, Danny was wearing a red t-shirt and black jacket with black skinny jeans and boots. 

I had a small glass of red wine and Danny had a glass of cola. He had his legs crossed and arm around my waist. I was watching girls walk past and glaring at me and Danny, most of them sluts. 

The night got good when Ben and everyone else arrived, then everyone was up dancing and mucking around. 

"Alright love?" James asked me as he saw me standing watching Danny say hello to some friends who I'd never seen before. 

"Yeah, just not really, I don't know, I feel like I'm not really wanted at this party, it seems like people only talk to you if they know you or if they don't they blank you out, I've had so many dirty looks when I've smiled at people tonight." I said. 

He stroked my back. "Ignore them love, they're probably so stuck up that they are stuck up each other's -" He got cut off by Sam pulling me away for a dance. 

"I was talking Sam." I groaned. He winked at me and then spun me around. 

"So, how's everything going with the drinking and smoking?" He asked me. 

"It's pretty good, I don't get drunk anymore and I'm away from drink as much as possible so I won't crave it, and smoking is only one each night." I smiled. He nodded.

"Not bad." He said and spun me again. 

Then I felt someone pull me back. "Arses." James said finishing what he was talking about before, I laughed really loud. People turned and gave me the evils.