Chapter 37.
Danny's P.O.V.
You were twisting and turning for the rest of the night, only staying still for a few seconds before flipping over again. I was scared, scared that what you had seen downstairs earlier had completely changed your mind about us, that you might possibly want to go back to her. There was a small part of me that felt sad about you getting so upset about your ex-girlfriend crying, I know I shouldn't have thought about it like that, though I was determined not to lose you again so I wasn't going to let anything else get to me.
Morning came and I was in a light sleep when your fingers danced lightly across my cheeks, I opened my eyes and smiled when I saw yours looking back.
"Hey." I my voice croaked a little since I had just woken up. "Are you okay?" I asked moving closer so our noses were touching.
"Yep." You smiled. "Dan, can you do me a favour?"
"Sure." I whispered.
"Go and make me a cup of tea, please." You batted your eyelids. I rolled me eyes overdramatically making you giggle. I sighed loudly.
"Why?" I whined, not wanting to move.
"Pretty please, I'm not ready to get up yet." You pouted.
"Stop looking at me like that!" I told you. "It's not fair."
"But I need tea!" You moaned screwing your face up as you did.
"What's up with you? Have you lost the ability to move your legs or something?" I giggled.
"Nope. I just want my lovely boyfriend to make me a splendid cup of tea"
"Tea I can do. A splendid cup of tea I'm not sure…"
"Danny!" you whined "Please…" I rolled my eyes again and threw the covers of myself."Fine but don't get into a habit of this!"
"I won't." You giggled then you sighed, pulling the covers up to your neck and closing your eyes again.
"Oh I see," I laughed "I make tea for you while you sleep. That's not fair."
"You can have tea too, don't worry." He said innocently.
"Oh wow. Thank you very much, Doug." I spoke sarcastically, getting dressed but wearing my clothes from the day before because I didn't have anything else. I glanced at you one more time, rolling at my eyes and laughing under my breath at how I didn't even care that you had me wrapped around your little finger.
I made my way downstairs, quite happily and took a step through the kitchen door before looking up and seeing Becky making a cup of tea. I gulped and stepped backwards, hoping to slip aways since she had her back to me and hadn't noticed me yet but because nothing ever goes my way, I stepped backwards and hit the doorframe, slamming my head against the wood.
"Fuck." I cursed under my breath while clutching my head. I thought I had cursed quietly but it obviously wasn't quiet enough.
She spun around and glared at me before twisting around and carrying on with making her tea. I sighed, deciding that this would be a good oppertunity to talk to her about the baby since we were all alone. I cleared my thoat.
"Becky?" I took a deep breath before speaking again. "I think it's about time we talked."
"About what?" she turned sharply, with her newly made tea in her hand and frowned at me.
"About... You know..." I said, not wanting to say it out loud. She raised her eyebrow questioningly and took a long sip of her tea.
"A-about the baby." I stuttered. "Our baby." I added quietly, looking down at my feet.
"You mean, my baby." She corrected placing her cup down on the counter behind her, the one she was leaning on, and crossing her arms over her chest.
"No, I mean our baby." I shook my head, looking her in the eyes properly for the first time in ages. "Nothing can change that, absolutely nothing."
"Come on, Danny." she stated firmly. "I'm 12 weeks pregnant and you went and buggered of with your best friend. Do you really think you have a choice in the matter? You are not going to be a part of this baby's life." She sighed, rolling her eyes. "So no, Danny. We don't need to talk about anything. Why don't you just go back upstairs to your lovely boyfriend and stop worrying about all this. It's not your problem."
"But it is, Becky." I whispered. "You aren't being fair. You can't stop me from being a dad."
"Please Danny..." she started impatiently but I interrupted her.
"No, just listen. Look, I'm so sorry about everything I've done, words can't even begin to describe how bad I feel about it. But I'm not going to miss out on my child's life just because I fell in love with somebody else. And I've been working my way up to talk to you and-"
I got cut off by another girl pushing past me to get into the kitchen. She sighed heavily and chucked a multi-pack of chocolate fingers in Becky's direction, she caught them with a grin.
"Cheers Emma."
"I'm pretty sure that living off of those isn't good for your health." They weren't even acknowledging that I was there, they were basically shoving me out of the room without even coming near me. It suprised me how much everything had changed in the past weeks, we'd all been best friends not so long ago and now it was like this. But then again, how could things not change completely after what had happened?
"I know but it stops the cravings." She grinned while opening a packet.
"Well at least I'm useful for something." Emma grinned back then moved over to the sink to start washing up. Ok, I'm sure just for that moment I was invisible and I was also confused. This was a very different Emma to what I had caught a glimpse of the night before.
I realized that there was no reason to feel intimidated around them, I'd known for years before any of this shit happened. I cleared my throat, hoping to gain some kind of attention. The both turned to look at me.
"That's Danny's way of saying that he wants you to leave the room so me and him can 'talk'" Emma rolled her eyes but didn't even make an attempt to leave the room. "So anyways, how's your mum?" Becky asked her, starting up another completely different conversation. Emma's face dropped momentarily before she turned it back to how it was before. I knew it was all an act, no one can go from being absolutely heartbroken like she was the night before to completely normal in one night. It's probably because she doesn't want me to see how broken she is, she wants to seem strong in front of me, like she isn't bothered that I stole the person she loved from her.
"She's being a complete bitch, as she usually is." She stated bluntly, keeping her face devoid of any emotion.
"Oh well." Becky sighed sadly.
"She did tell me something though." Emma said, lowering her voice to a gossiping tone. Becky leaned in closer. I felt like I was intruding on something, like I shouldn't be listening but I couldn't move, I was frozen to the spot. "Dougie went and told his mum." I didn't want to leave then. I wanted to know what they were going to say about him.
"What, really?" Becky asked, her eyes growing wider.
"Yep, she's pretty much disowned him. She hates him, never wants to see his face again." She stopped. "I mean after what his dad did, I don't really blame her." Becky nodded. I was slowly becoming annoyed with her but I hid it, she did have right to be acting like this.
"Emma." I snapped, making the girls jump. "I need to talk to Becky, it's important." They both spun round to face me. "In private." I added firmly. She looked at Becky and she rolled her eyes again.
"Fine then." Emma sighed, drying her hands on a tea towel and pushing past me, harder this time, to exit the room. I let the silence settle before speaking.
"Becky-" I started but I was interrupted almost immediately.
"Do you honestly think that you're mature enough to be a dad?" She asked me, looking me straight in the eyes.
"Do you really think the way you just acted was mature?" I retorted. She rolled her eyes before taking a deep breath.
"Fine then. What I mean is, do you think you're trustworthy enough to be a dad? You need to have responsibility, having a kid isn't all fun and games, you know. You can't just leave whenever you feel like it."
"I'm not going to do that." I mumbled trying to look her in the eye but she refused to meet my gaze. "I promise you."
"Your promises don't mean anything, Danny!" she exclaimed and surprisingly tears were filling her eyes. I gulped and looked down to the floor, ashamed.
"Are you ready to go, Becky?" I could hear a voice calling from the hall, he walked into the kitchen, glaring at me.
"Yeah." she nodded, gulping and wiping away her tears. "Let's go." She said, picking her hand bag and walking towards the door.
"No, wait." I shouted before she could leave. "We've not done talking."
"Yes we have, Danny." She stated bluntly taking away any sign that she had been crying.
"Please." I pleaded "Come on, Becky please."
"Would oyu take a hint? She doesn't fucking want to speak to you." Harry snarled at me. I turned sharply to face him, my eyes taking in his angry expression.
"Since when has this been any of your business? It's never been any of your business so back off."
"Don't be a smart arse, it doesn't look good on you." He turned back to look at Becky. "Come on, we're going to be late for your scan." So Harry was going with Becky to her baby scan. It's meant to my job, not his. All of this wasn't right.
"Would you just back off?" I raised my voice. "I'm trying to talk to the mum of my child here." He spun around before I even managed to blink and pushed me by shoulders. I stumbled back in surprise before reaching for the kitchen counter to keep my self up right, I missed and fell straight to the floor.
"Who do you think you are?" He practically screamed at me while I got back to my feet. I knew he was so close to hitting me and Becky obviously knew as well cause she was trying her hardest to hold him back; I stood there feeling shell-shocked. "You think you can leave for a month, a fucking month, and then come back without thinking about all the damage you caused. And you actually think you have a right to be here!"
"Leave it, Harry." Becky whispered while attempting to pull Harry back even further.
"What's going on in here?" Tom walked in a frown imbedded in his face, you walking in after him also looking confused.
"I was being honest." Harry spat sarcastically "Something that you seem to be too afraid to do."
"Danny?" Tom turned to me, knowing that he was only going to get sarcastic comments from Harry.
"I-I just wanted to talk to Becky." I shrugged feeling tears well in my eyes, though I tried to hide them I knew I had no right to cry. You somehow made it by my side and pressed your hand in mine, comforting and warming me in a matter of seconds, I looked over at you, and you smiled slightly letting me know you weren't leaving. Tom sighed.
"We need to have a talk anyway. Fletch says that we need to let him know what's happening with McFly." I sensed Chaz walk back into the room, standing just inside the doorway listening in.
"Well I'm out." Harry said calmly to Tom "There's no way I'm working with him again, either of them."
"Stop it Harry." Tom bit his lip nervously. "You know we can work this out."
"No we can't." He snapped, shaking his head.
"Harry!" Tom tried again "Please!"
"No Tom!" he growled "I'll be glad to see the back of them. Now, are you coming then?" He asked, turning to Becky. "We're going to be late." He walked through us, taking Becky with him; even if I wanted to I couldn't have called after her my throat had closed up. Our hands got separated but they found each other again, holding tighter this time.
"Danny?" Tom turned back to us; he looked distraught, desperate even. McFly was what made him the most happy in the world. He couldn't lose it. "Doug?"
"Tom, we're really sorry but we can't talk about this right now." I shook my head and turned to you. "Let's go." I tugged you towards the door.
"Wait." You stopped, turning towards Emma.