Is this true love? [Danny Worsnop fan fiction]

Slipping apart?

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Several weeks later...

Me and Danny were back from the tour, we had a few weeks to stay at home and prepare for the next short tour. I hadn't been staying in the same bed as Danny since what happened on the bus, so when I got home I slept in the guest bedroom. We hadn't been talking either, he always seemed to be out with the guys or he was up early taking photos, then he would go for walks and come back late at night and then go out with friends. He barely made eye contact with me or told me where he was or where he was going. When he did see me.

I had made some new friends and I had started to feel less lonely.

Friday night - 6pm

I was in Danny's room getting ready to go out with some friends tonight, drinking and dancing and having a good time. My hair had grew past my shoulders now, so I had it all styled earlier in the day and re-dyed brown because my roots were going crazy colours. I straightened my hair, applied a thin layer of eye liner onto my eyes and curled my lashes, then I added black lipstick, I was going out in a red strapless top, leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans and my army boots. 

I heard the bedroom door open and I looked, Danny walked in, he looked at me then he looked away and just walked past me into the bathroom. I sighed really loudly. 

I was fed up of not talking to him anymore.

(Danny POV)

I walked into the bathroom, I put my head against the closed door to listen to Alexis, I heard her sigh, when I walked into the room I really wanted to talk to her, I saw hope in her eyes, she thought I'd pull her in for a hug or at least ask if she was doing okay, but I never, then I saw hurt in her eyes and she just went on getting ready, acting as nothing even happened. 

It was killing me, not talking to her was really hard, but lately we were slipping apart and I didn't really want to be involved with her anymore, because seeing her getting hurt by others because she loved me was hurting me, I couldn't take it all anymore. I never wanted to end it with her, to see her cry. 

I wondered where she was going, so I really wanted to talk to her and see if she was okay, so I flushed the toilet to make it seem like I wasn't just listening to her. Then I opened the door and walked out.