"Danny! Get your arse up! We're going for a jog!" I shouted from the kitchen. I was dressed sporty with shorts, trainers and a baggy top.
"What! Huh?" Mumbled a very tired Danny on the sofa.
"You heard me! Now get up, have a wash and get dressed! I hope you're okay from the accident, I am. Let's go! Come on, Dan! "
He slowly got up, walked over to me and pecked me on the cheek before going up stairs muttering to himself. "The things you make me do, Fletcher."
I smirked and opened the fridge, taking out two icy cold water bottles for our jog.
Soon enough, Danny was ready and out the door in his most sporty clothes. I followed him and we started off slow, jogging up the road. He took the water from my grasp and had a sip. "What made you into jogging anyway?"
"Just a change." I smiled, grabbing his hand.
A little while later and I decided we should stop for a minute as Danny was red in the face and looked like he was going to throw up. There was a park next to us so we went and sat underneath a tree.
Danny collapsed on the floor and rested his head against the tree. "Ahhh, my heart hurts!" He whined, resting his hand on his chest.
I took a gulp of water. "I thought you were supposed to be the athletic one, Jones?"
"Oh yeah! I haven't been running in months!"
"It's jogging, and if I can do it then so can you!" I grinned.
"Rude!" Danny laughed, hitting my arm.
"Hey, your phones vibrating." I laughed.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, taking his phone out of his shorts pocket.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"No-one." He frowned, putting it back in his pocket.
I sighed. "Okay, are you ready to leave yet?"
"No." He whined, pulling me to him.
"Owwww! You're killing me!" I laughed.
"Oh sorry." He laughed, tickling me.
"Dan! Oh my god, stop!" I gasped, standing up.
We both chuckled as I pulled him up.
"Come on! Let's go!" I laughed, taking off again, Danny running behind, catching up with me.
We got back to Danny's house shortly afterwards. "How did you get those clothes anyway?" Danny said, suspiciously, walking to the kitchen.
"From my house." I said, following him.
"What? You're not supposed to drive!"
"We went jogging today, I think I can drive! And besides, I didn't drive... I walked."
"Oh... how long did it take?"
"Not long... roughly 15 minutes."
"Okay. Do you want to make some lunch or something, I'm going to have a shower."
"Okay... what's the time anyway?" I ask, looking at the clock. It's 11am.
"Okay, I'll make you something too."
"Awwrr you don't have to..."
"I know!" I laugh. "But I will. Now have a shower, you're all sweaty!" I giggle.
"Tuna sandwich please!" He shouts, running upstairs.
I laugh. "Sure."
As Danny gets in the shower, I start to make our lunch.
As I had just finished one sandwich, the phone rang from the hall. I quickly dash out to get it.
"Hello, Jones residence?"
"Ah, hello. Is Danny available to talk?" A female voice answered.
"Actually he's just got in the shower! Who's calling? I can ask him to call you back." I say, curiously.
"It's Catherine. But no, it's fine. I'll ring back again later."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye."
I slowly put the phone down. Catherine, who's that? What did she want to talk to Danny for? As far as I know, he doesn't ever have anyone ringing him. Especially as he doesn't really know anyone apart from his family, Dougie and I. And this woman sounded very posh... and just different. Is Danny cheating on me? With a... woman?
Danny suddenly bolted down the stairs.
"Who was that?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, I was going to ask the same thing. Who's Catherine?" I asked, frowning at him.
"Catherine called? Oh- she's... my doctor."
"Your doctor?" I questioned.
"Yes, she spoke to me the other day. Just checking that my health is still good. From the... accident."
"But how comes that I haven't got a call from my doctor, especially seeing as I was damaged more than you?"
"I told Catherine that you're staying with me so she's been asking about you too."
"Oh" I whispered. I feel awful... why do I always have to jump to conclusions when things with Danny are just a little bit odd?
I looked up and saw him still looking at me. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
"It's fine." He mumbled, looking away from me.
We both stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before the phone ringing loudly again.
Danny walked over and picked up the phone.
"Hi... Yes. Okay. I'll have to talk a bit later. Okay... bye." He muttered, before slamming the phone back down.
"Was that her?" I whispered.
"Yes."
"It's okay. I don't mind... ring her back."
"No it's fine. I'm not in the mood for talking anyway." He said, walking into the garden and sitting down at the table.
I sighed. Why do things always have to be difficult? We were great yesterday! Is it because we practically live together now... maybe we need a bit of a break.
I sighed and sat in the living room, grabbing a magazine to flick through.
I sat reading the magazine over and over again for a few hours, whilst Danny had locked himself away in the garden. The phone rang again. I don't suppose Danny is going to hear it. If it is this Catherine person again, then I'd like to talk with her.
I walk over to the phone and pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Who's speaking?"
"Tom... are you wanting to speak with Danny?"
"Yes, is he around?"
"No." I say, suddenly.
"Oh okay... well could you tell him to give Catherine a ring again please?"
"Okay... but could I just have a quick word please?"
"Okay..."
"Well... you work at a hospital, right?"
"Yes... St Marcus' Hospital in London."
"Okay. My names Tom Fletcher... I was staying in the hospital a few days ago. Could you tell me if there has been anything wrong with any scans that you did on me whilst I was staying there as I didn't get to know all of them?"
"Why would you want to know that? Is there a problem at all?"
"No... isn't that what Danny has been asking about, why you've been talking to him lately?"
"No... I've been talking to and seeing Danny... but nothing about his or your accident!"
"Oh, okay!" I quickly slammed the phone down.
I turned around and saw Danny standing there.
"Tom... please... I can explain." He was bright in the face, and looked terrified.