Daniel's POV
I wait eagerly for Robert to arrive with my script. He offered to give it to Willow at filming and for her to pass it along, but I refused. I just... receiving it personally from Robert and holding it in my hands, feeling like an individual, important... I crave it, that's what I really want. It sounds so stupid, but it's true. I need this. It'll make all my work worth it. I grab a beer from the fridge and settle down momentarily on the couch, trying to concentrate on the football. Thirty seconds later, I turn off the football. I pace, I eat a poptart, I lie down, I stand up, I do crazy shit. I can't relax, I have to keep moving. My brain is on overload. Then the doorbell rings and my whole face lights up.
Riley's POV
I sit quietly on my bed, my feet swinging over the edge like a pendulum. I listen to the mechanical beeps as the crackle through the receiver, counting the rythmically.
"Pick up, pick up..." I mumble, breathing heavily, too worried to say much else. But she doesn't pick up.
Of course she wouldn't, what did you expect? I can't help but think, feeling more defeated than ever. I have so much information building up inside of me, so much anger and betrayal, it's almost too much to take. My limbs aching with anxiety, I collapse on my bed, burrying my head in the lime green pillow on my bed, screaming. But no one hears me, of course. My cries for help are simply muffled by my tears.
Willow's POV
"Yep... Thanks Liam... See you soon, bye!" I hang up the phone as I approach the door, rummaging in my bags for my keys. When I find them, I slip them into the lock and they jangle manically. I push the door open and wave at Daniel who sits on the sofa, leaning over the table, examining something. I come closer, peering over him to see he's doing something which I'd never expect.
" .God." I breathe, pinching myself over-dramatically to see if my eyes are decieving me.
"What?" He responds dismissively, too engrossed in what he's doing to look up.
"You're... You're... READING!?" I exclaim, my hand flying to my forehead in shock. Riley immediately enters from her room, as shocked as I am. Daniel quietly chuckles, shaking his head.
"Come on, I never read! Unless, of course, it's important. Check this out." His sober tone breaks a bit and a smile creeps onto his lips. He waves his script in the air, already dog-cornered and with a small coffee blot on the far right corner. But to Daniel, it's the most amazing thing he's ever held in his hand, and that means something.
"Wow!" I exclaim, sitting beside him quickly. His smile is contagious, as now I'm grinning ear to ear along with him. Riley leans on the back of the sofa, craning her neck to get a peak.
"So, tell all!" She says, and Daniel flicks through the pages in his script, still smiling even after he's finished telling us about his role and his songs. To be honest, I don't think I've ever felt so proud.
Riley's POV
As Daniel sings us Pompeii, I feel a vibration in my pocket. As subtly as I can, I fish through the old tissues and empty gum packets to find my phone. I pull it out and the caller reads:
CHARLIE.
I signal to Daniel that 'I've gotta take this' and he gives me a slight nod before I rush into my room and lock the door. I lean against it and click the little green 'Accept' button and put the phone to my ear.
"Hello... Charlie?"
Daniel's POV
As I finish singing, Willow stands up and claps. I feel my cheeks go red but try to ignore it and focus on her loving eyes and pull her into my embrace. She hugs me like she'll never let me go, and it feels great. Yeah, we may be taking it slow, but I don't mind. All that matters is me, her and the music. And if I go by that, what else matters? I pull into a deep kiss, wrapping my hands around her neck. I feel like she's the only person in the world. My little world is shattered as I come back to reality via wretching noises.
"BLEH. I'M STILL HERE, YA KNOW!" Riley shouts, making gagging noises. Willow laughs nervously beside me, and I playfully stick my tongue out at Riley who cringes. We all burst into laughter and I feel really at home.
"So Ri, who was calling?" I ask her, and her expression softens slightly.
"No one, just a friend"
