Stick To the Script // Danny O'Donoghue

Chapter 18-You Need an Appointment

Danny

"I'm telling you," I say. "She's expecting me."

I hear someone clear their throat and I look to my left to see her standing there with a serious look on her face.

Shit. Now I'm in trouble.

"Oh, there you are," she says, putting on her best fake smile, "You were supposed to be here hours ago."

I sigh in relief.

"Um, Ms. Markland, you didn't have any appointments to see anyone today." the lady at the desk says.

Appointments? What the hell is this place? I have to make an appointment to talk to her now?

"Really?" she asks, trying to sound surprised.

The lady nods.

"Well that's strange. I could've sworn I made one for him. I'm sorry Marge, but I really need to speak to this one, is it okay if you make an exception for him."

Marge sighs and starts typing on her computer.

Bryna shoots me a glare and goes up to the desk, leaning over.

"Please?"

"You know the rules Ms. Markland. No visitors without appointments."

"Come on, I'll buy you your coffee when I go on my coffee run today."

"No means no, Ms. Markland."

She looks to me, "Now you better get out of here or I'm going to have to call security."

"Can I at least talk to Ms. Markland outside?" I ask, looking to Bryna.

She rolls her eyes like that was the dumbest question I could've possibly asked.

"I'll buy your coffee for the next week." she says speaking to Marge again.

"Okay fine, but don't speak of this, and if someone finds out I'm saying you forced me."

"Deal,"

She turns on her heal and motions for me to follow her, still holding that fake smile on her face.

I walk behind her, watching her hips sway as she walks through the halls. She has on a trousers suit and some heels that make her look extremely professional.

She turns the corner to an empty hallway and jiggles the door knob on the room a few doors down. She looks both ways before opening it and shoving me in the room, locking the door behind us.

"What the hell were you thinking coming here?" she asks me, anger spreading across her face.

I back up into the corner of the room as she advances towards me.

"I just wanted to bring you something." I tell her, pulling out the lyrics to one of the new songs I wrote for her on the night that I wrote Nothing.

"What the fuck is this?" she asks as she unfolds the piece of paper.

"It's a song I wrote for you." I say.
She looks at the paper.

"If you're standing with your suitcase," I begin. "But you can't get on the train. Everything's the way that you left it. I still haven't slept yet..."

"Shhh," she tells me.

I glare at her.

"Danny you don't understand. You can't be here."

Are you kidding me? I can't win with her. All the songs in the world written just for her wouldn't even make her happy.

"Then I'll go." I say. "But just so you know, I'm staying at Glen's place in London, you know where it is...feel free to come find me if you change your mind about hearing that song."