Danny, Please Come Home.

By: franniefairy

Rating: Teen

Summary: I didn't really expect to fall in love with him. I knew he was famous, but I didn't know he was so relatable. I figured he'd forget me due time, but he didn't. Now he's thrust himself into my life, and I can't let him go.

Chapter 1 – Hello, Can I Exchange Numbers With Yo' Fine Self?

Willow, you can do this. I think to myself as I drive down the road to the local grocery store. Its pouring rain and I don't want to drive.

You need tomatoes for your homework assignment. I need to remind myself that way I don't turn around. Culinary School was becoming a pain in my arse. If it wasn't for my desire to become a chef, I wouldn't be in the rain driving. Stupid pizza.

I make it to the grocery store in one piece. A good sign. I grab my polka dot umbrella and my purse as I dart out of my car and towards the store. For a rainy day, this place is packed. Aren't these people afraid the rain will screw them over? Maybe I'm the only one. I shake my umbrella once I enter Will's Store.

My quest is an easy one. Tomatoes. I make my way to the produce section taking my time. I'm in no hurry to go back in that stupid storm. I might even check out the ice cream section for later tonight. This weather feels like ice cream in front of the fire place.

The journey to the produce section is quick. I find half a dozen tomatoes. Then, I head to the frozen good section. The moment I reach the freezers, I instantly regret it. A load of screaming girls are making a circle around God knows what. Probably just a fight. I tell myself, so I confidently break through the crowd.

"Excuse me, girl with a purpose coming through!" I say as I squeeze my way through. Once I made it to the eye of the storm of girls did I realize there was no fight. Instead, what I faced was much more surreal. I was facing the members of McFly. Really, their hot an' all but stopping traffic for them is a little too childish.

I glance at them once, only to earn a grin from Danny. I scowl and brush by so I can reach my Ben and Jerry ice cream. I guess poor Daniel wasn't accustomed to girls not swooning at his appearance because he followed me. I attempted to ignore his bright blue gaze as I scanned the ice creams for the perfect flavor. I sighed.

"Can I help you?" I asked reluctantly. I grabbed chocolate chip cookie dough and shut the glass door harder than I should have as I turned to look at him. I caught sight of myself in the window's reflection, and only then did I realize how rough I looked.

He responded with a smile that reached to his ears. "You're not like other girls. I can tell."

"And?" I put my hand on my hip. "Seriously, I have to bake a pizza for my homework, and I don't have all day to do it. So, if you're just going to stand there and not tell me why you followed me over, I'll be leaving." I turned towards the registers.

"Wait!" I heard his footsteps following after me. I turned back around and smiled. This rock-star was persistent.

"Yes?" My smile morphed into a grin. I don't know what it was, but he looked more attractive this time I looked at him.

He messed with his finger nails as he spoke. "Can I have you number? I'm pretty good at reading people, and you look like someone who would be a good friend…" I laughed in the inside. That was a good pick-up line. I don't believe any other male would use the friend card to get a girl's number.

"I don't know…" I said unsure. "I don't usually give my number to rock-stars." I flashed him a smile in hopes he would be able to tell I was kidding. What fool wouldn't give a rock-star their number?

He ran his hand through his curly locks in what seemed to be relief. "Well, that's good, because I would never give a brunette wearing sweat's to a grocery store my number." He smiled. I laughed.

"You're funny..." I walked towards the line hoping he'd know to follow me which he did.

"So, what's your name?" He asked.

"My friends call me Willow." I said a little too awkwardly. I suddenly felt like a clown. How many girls do you know named Willow? Darn you childhood nickname, darn you.

"That's interesting. Can I assume it's just a nickname?"

I laughed again. "Yeah, it's something that picked up during grade school…"

I put the tomatoes and ice cream on the counter for the cashier who rung up my items, my total being to seven-fifty.

"Can I walk you to your car, Willow? It's nasty weather to be walking in alone."

"But if you walk me, then you'll have to walk alone."

"I'm a man. I can handle a little bit of water."

Crack. Thunder sounded off. The storm was getting closer. Danny jumped at the noise. He was making this a weird first impression. I laughed at him.

"Some man you are." I smirked.

"Hey!"

"I'm just kidding." I gave him a childish grin.

"But seriously, let me walk you to your car." He insisted.

"After that jump, I think you'll be better off in this grocery store."

"You should camp out in here with me then." He gave a fox-like smile.

"Didn't you hear me earlier? I have to make a pizza for class."

He sighed. "You can't blame a guy for trying. Can I have your number then? I could call you or something later on?"

I nodded. "That'd be fine."

So, Daniel Jones and I then exchanged numbers. Could this rainy day get any brighter?

So, this is my first chapter. I'll need a butt-load of feedback. Tell me what you like, what you don't like.

More up soon!

-Frances