"Hi guys," I said bluntly as I walked into the living room. To be honest I wasn't really up for having a conversation about my failed love life. Briony made an attempt to leave the room but I stopped her, "no, you need to hear about this too." I sat down on the opposite sofa to her and Dougie. Dougie looked around mesmerised, "bloody hell, you've got some money ain't ya?" He sounded really common.
"Yeah, Briony's parents are kinda rich..." I said looking at my blushing best friend.
"Err yeah, so, Harry?" She quickly went off subject. She didn't like the attention on her for too long.
"Yeah! Harry! You're probably wondering why he made me come here instead of himself, right?" I nodded, "well, he said that he knows that you're annoyed with him and he didn't want to annoy you anymore." Aww, bless him for thinking about my feelings. I was truly flattered but to be honest, him bringing Dougie here as a messenger was slightly more annoying. "But it might also be to do with the fact that he is still recording drums and Tom won't let him leave until he's finished..." Dougie laughed, raising his legs onto the sofa; sitting cross-legged. "Oh dear." Briony giggled. I eventually gave in to laughing, imagining Tom yelling at Harry every time he tried to leave.
"How's Danny?" I said subconsciously. I didn't mean to ask that. Shit. Why did I ask that?! "He's fine.." Dougie answered slowly; confused, "why?" Oh god. I had to tell them about Saturday night now. I couldn't just answer with 'just wondered'. That's too odd. My thoughts were broken when I heard Dougie whisper to Briony, "why is she talking to herself?"
"She does that a lot. You get used to it after a while. So, Saturday night, eh Mary?" Briony smirked. She knew about that night. She heard that night; loud and clear. In fact, she probably heard the doorbell ring at 11pm that night. But she didn't know who it was... unless she was hiding that she knew? I'm confusing myself.
"Right guys, I'll tell you that story of Saturday night, don't hit me. You might want to get some snacks though. It's a pretty long story."
'I was lying on my floor; glass of wine next to me; paper and pen in front of me; desperately trying to think of things to write. Briony being an author had inspired me to write my own novel. It was just a hobby though, I wasn't going to make it into a career, I already had one. My phone vibrated beside me. I expected it to be Harry. It wasn't. It was an unknown number. I picked it up and read the text,
I'm bored - Danny x
What a random text. Why was he telling me this? I'd met him once, and he was one of my fucking idols. I have to be honest, I fangirled a lot. Then I got to thinking, 'is this the real Danny Jones? Or is it just an old school mate from like year 10 that I'd forgotten about and suddenly got my number, and happens to be called Danny?' I text back,
What Danny is this? Probably a stupid question...
I didn't respond to his 'x'. I didn't know if this was some creepy guy from a corner shop that I visited once... My imagination was running wild! "I should write this down!" I said to myself. Just as I was about to start my 'creepy corner shop stalker' story, I got a text back,
Danny Jones... sorry, I got your number from Harry, well he didn't give it to me, I kinda stole his phone. You caught my eye at the party yesterday and I just wanted to talk to you again, even if it is through texting x
Now I really could fangirl properly. "Pull yourself together, Mary." I said to myself once more. I replied quickly,
You can come round if you want x
Why did I write that?! God Mary. I face palmed myself. Oh well, what harm could it do? We were just friends. Not even that, we'd met each other once.
Suddenly, I was really eager to see him. When I got a text back, I squealed with excitement,
Where do you live? x
I text back my address. This was really happening. I was seeing Danny Jones the same night I went out on a date with Harry Judd. I felt extremely rebellious, and his next text didn't help,
Be round in about half an hour, love x
I took a sip of my wine, and looked at the time on my phone. Half ten. Bit late. Oh well. I didn't care anymore. "I am taking this really well." I said to myself. I got up; deciding to give my room a quick one over. I'm guessing me and Danny would be hanging out in here. My room is more fun than the living room... I didn't mean it in that way. This thirty minutes was passing very slowly. I decided to put some music on to pass the time. I walked over to my vast CD collection and sat down in front of it because I knew it would take ages to choose so I didn't want to bend over and do my back in. Paramore or You Me At Six?! Why did I have such amazing taste in music that I couldn't choose...
In the end, I didn't choose either one, and just went for All Time Low. I put it on a reasonably low volume so I wouldn't disturb/wake up Briony. I was such a good friend. I jumped around my room a bit, singing and playing air guitar. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the doorbell. It was then that I realised how loud the doorbell was. I silently ran down out my room, down the stairs and to the front door. How I did that without Briony coming out of her room, I don't know. "Good evening." I said smiling as I opened the front door to a very cheery looking Danny. "Why, hello." I stepped back to let him into the house.
"We have to be quiet because I think Briony is asleep." I whispered.
"She wouldn't be if I brought Tom along..." Danny smirked.
"What?" I half gasped, half laughed.
"What? I didn't say anything." Danny smirked again; winking sexily.
We had been upstairs for about half an hour just chilling out and listening to music. I had told Danny a lot about my self; random facts he wanted to know. Then a kind of awkward silence occurred. Danny broke this silence by saying, "so you're with Harry now then?"
"Yeah..." I didn't know what else to add to that. To be honest, there wasn't much more to add.
"Don't take this the wrong way..." Danny said suddenly. Before I had time to fully process what he had said, I felt his warm, soft lips on mine. I then felt my own lips respond; my arms wrapping around his neck. He put his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. The kiss quickly got heated. I felt Danny's tongue at my lips, seeking entrance. I moan into the kiss, my mouth opening, allowing Danny's tongue to battle with my own.'
"-and I'm not going to go into detail about what happened after that."
"Oh! It was just getting to the good bit!" Dougie whined.
"Dougie, I'm not talking about my sex life!"
"But you two were really loud Mary, so loud that Australia could have heard you." Briony added.
"Cheers Briony for giving Dougie more detail than he needed." I sighed. Dougie was sitting there grinning from ear to ear, "Danny and Harry are very lucky boys."
"Dougie!" I said; shocked.
"Mary you slut." Briony said. I knew she was joking. We had joke fights like this frequently, although this time I actually felt like a complete and utter slut.
I put my head in my hands, "I know... I'm an idiot."
"No you're not! You're young, you need your fun! Oh my god, that was an almost rhyme!" Dougie yelled, clapping his hands together. He was 2 years older than me but acted about 17 years younger.
Then the doorbell rang, "saved by the bell." I heard Briony mutter. She got up and walked to the front door. "Oh hi Harry," I heard her say.