Someone somewhere. [Asking alexandria fan fiction]

Part six: The magnificent threesome

 i pull up in Danny's drive, and turn off the car, knowing full and well that i was probably going to see James. none of that is going to matter, just as long as i can drink myself into a comfortable stupor. i knock, and almost immediately Danny answers the door. i gasp, taking a step back.

he looks awful. his eyes are red, as if he's been crying, and he looks like he's going to throw up.

"oh my god, what happened?" i ask, putting my hand on his arm. "Myca broke up with me." he whispers, looking down. i can see a tear slide down his cheek. oh no, poor Danny. i pull him into a hug, patting his back and squeezing him tight. he rest his head on my shoulder, and i feel him start to shake. 

"i love her so much." he sobs, clutching onto me for support. "i know," i say, and that much is true. you can see it in the way he looks at her. i honestly loved them together, and they seemed like the perfect couple. i've always wanted a love like theirs. and now they were broken up. just like that. 

i held Danny close until his tears ran dry, then we went inside. the house was empty, devoid of laughter and anything happy without the lads here. 

"where is everyone?" i ask him, going to the kitchen and making us each a rum and coke. "out." he shrugs, settling onto the couch and flipping on the telly. i roll my eyes and plop down next to him, handing him his drink. he takes it and downs it in one swig. it would be funny if i didn't know how bad he was hurting. 

i sipped mine slowly, watching him with interest. i could only guess what he was feeling.

grief. regret. anger.

i knew those emotions very well. 

he stares blankly at the telly, not registering the images flashing on the screen. he looked... broken, in that moment. and that scares me. this is a Danny that i've never seen before, and i want him to go away real fast. i've never been comfortable with this secret side of people. i want the cocky bastard Danny back. this one is a mere shell of the man i once laughed with.

"we should do something." i suggest. "like what?" he asks flatly, eyes never moving from the screen. 

"we could..." i search for something, anything that sounds enticing. nothing comes to mind. what does a person like when they're sad? the beach? movies? ice cream? hell, i've no idea. "fuck, i dunno, lets just wait for the lads to get back." i finish lamely, sighing. god, i am such a loser. 

it takes maybe a little over an hour for one of the guys to get back. 

Its James.

i look down as he walks in, playing with the frayed ends of the blanket I'm sitting on.

"there you are!" he exclaims when he sees me, coming over and kissing me. i kiss him back cautiously. "i went out to pick up break fest and when i got back you'd gone." he explains, frowning. i look up at him hopefully. could this really be true? could someone actually care for me? 

"really?" i ask, not daring to believe it. he smiles sheepishly, holding up a McDonald's bag as proof. a grin breaks out on my face, and i hop up, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. maybe this was something more than just sex. that was a hope that i desperately needed.

i pull away, cupping his cheek in my hand for a moment. i sit back down on the couch, James does the same, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close. "Danny, you all right mate?" James asks, noticing Danny's haggard appearance. "fucking fantastic." he replies, not even looking in our direction. James casts a worried glance at me, and i shrug. "if he doesn't tell you, i'll tell you later." i mouth. he nods, looking at the TV.