Stick To the Script // Danny O'Donoghue

Chapter 17-The Office

Bryna

On Mondays I have to work early.

I wake up with a cold, but I've used up most of my sick days and I don't want to waste one on this.

I pull myself together, which takes some extra effort, and drag my sniffling ass to the office. I end up late and I scurry through the busy place, hoping that no one important notices I wasn't here on time.

Evan is there, sitting in his office as well, his eyes heavy and bloodshot.

"What happened to you?" he asks as I sit down in my cubical next to his.

"What happened to you?" I fire back.

"I asked you first." he snaps.

"Pushy..." I say.

"Sorry, I didn't get much sleep at all. I was out late with this guy."

"Oooo," I say with a slight grin. "A guy you say? Do tell, do tell."

"I'll tell you later." he says under his breath as our boss walks in.

A ton of people rush up to him. I turn on my computer and quickly start looking like I'm busy.

Evan does the same and as soon as he passes by I sigh in relief and turn to Evan once again.

"I haven't been sleeping well."

"You also haven't been calling." he points out.

"I'm sorry." I say. "I've been having some issues."

"Danny related?" he asks curiously.

"Yes." I admit.

"So tell me about your hookup..." he says with a wild grin.

"Ev,"

"Was it good? Was it great? Have you been seeing each other every night since?"

"Ev really,"

"I want to hear it all. Every last detail!"

"I'm not hooking up with Danny." I say. "He's in Dublin."

He looks disappointed.

"He left? Why? He doesn't forgive you? That's weird. He seems like a forgiving guy."

"No, he forgives me."

"Then what's the issue dear? Why are you holding back from such a man?"

"I don't forgive him." I say.

"Oooo." he says. "Still holding a grudge Bryn, what did he do?"

"Nothing. That's the thing! I don't know why I'm so pissed at him. I can't figure it out. I've been staying up late every night thinking about it, and I just don't know."

"You ever think that maybe he didn't do anything?" Evan asks.

I glare at him and put my headphones in ignoring him completely.

I see him grinning and laughing his annoying "I was right" laugh.

I go to the recently added playlist that automatically fills on my phone and start listening to Danny's songs. I bought the whole album the other night. Just to have another piece of him I guess.

I really listen to the lyrics as his voice blares through my earphones, smooth as butter, yet gritty at the same time.
He sings with such passion, such emotion.

I always loved that about him. How he was sensitive. He was never afraid to cry in front of me. Somehow that made him seem stronger in my eyes.

When I cried he cried. When I told him about my dad and how he died when I was young he cried. When we had to put our recently rescued cat Pickles to sleep he cried. When I left him he cried.