But I'm Barely Breathing (A The Script FanFic) (Sequel to Millionaires)

Chapter 15- Twas the Night Before Christmas

"Bye Boris." Dan mumbles and Glen furrows his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before dismissing it. He comes over to me as I continue to prepare my drink, pausing next to me and talking quietly.

"He won't move, just sits there and mutters gibberish about you and that Eoin fella. I can't get through to him." Glen says and I nod.

"Has he been crying?" I ask, my heart aching a little at the thought.

"He is drunk out of his mind Cat, don't take it to heart, you know how emotional he gets after a few." He says, giving me a small smile and I nod.

"I guess." I say looking over at him. "I'll deal with him, you get some sleep you look shattered." I say and he smiles, yawning.

"Thanks, you’re an angel." He says and I smile before he turns and makes his way wearily out of the room.

I take the warm mug in my hands and walk quietly over to the table, taking a seat opposite him. I look down at the steaming mug in my grasp before pushing it across the table to him.

"Here." I say. He doesn't look up from his cocoon of arms, just sniffs and mutters. "I said I don't want tea." He says and I smile.

"That's good, because this isn't tea, or coffee, this is something way more powerful." I say and he stirs a little, loosening his arms slightly in order to hear.

"This has mysterious, marvellous...and...stupendous healing properties." I say and he slowly looks up, his eyes red, his face glistening as if many tiny snails had raced down it.

"What sort of healing properties?" He asks quietly.

"The best sort." I say with a soft smile and, slowly, he reaches out a hand, wrapping his fingers around the pottery. Slowly, shakily, he brings it to his lips and takes a sip. I see a smile appear on his face as his eyes close in pleasure at the taste. "That's good." he says dreamily and I smile.

"Thought you would like it."

He puts the cup down again, licking his lips. "I would have thought you would be with your boyfriend.” He says matter-of-factly and my smile falls.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, Danny.” I say, taking the cup and taking a quick sip.

“You looked pretty cosy with girly hair boy back there.” He says, a harshness seeping into his voice.

“Girly hair boy?” I scoff, “His name is Eoin.”

“Whatever…you still looked cosy.” He mumbles.

“Dan we did not-” I begin but he cuts in.

“No, no it’s fine. I don’t care, honestly, doesn’t affect me. I couldn’t care less.” He says, the harshness morphing into that tone I have heard him use so many times before; the trying to act tough voice, the secretly broken voice.

“Danny, listen to me, Eoin and I, we really are just friends; we just work together.” I say.

“Ah, office romance is it? How lovely.” He says, his voice dripping with badly covered sarcasm.

“Stop being so childish! There is nothing between us Dan, he was drunk and is very friendly.” I say

“I bet he is.” Danny scoffs and I sigh.

“Dan, please, your just making this difficult, I say there is nothing between us, if you don’t believe me then what more can I do?!” I snap, suddenly losing my temper, lack of sleep and slightly too much alcohol starting to take effect on my emotions. “And even if there was, you should be happy for me! That’s what friends do! All those girls over the years, and I was always happy for you, because you were happy! Hell was I jealous but I was happy for you!” I yell and then, all of a sudden, tears begin to fall from Danny’s eyes. For a moment I just stand there, shocked, then the guilt kicks in. “Oh. Danny. I’m sorry; please I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell at you.” I whisper, moving round the table to hug him, the smell of spirts filling my nostrils.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m a twat, I’m sorry.” He says with a choked voice and I smile.

“Just a little.” I say and he sniffs.

“I…I just…I miss you. And, and I thought, if you had another guy, I thought you wouldn’t have time for me anymore.” He says looking at me and I smile sadly.

“I will always have time for you O’Donoghue.” I say, kissing him softly on the forehead and he smiles slightly.

“Does this mean…we are ok?” He says, whipping his eyes ungracefully with his sleeve.

“Yes, of course.” I say with a fond smile. “Friends?” I say, holding out my hand to him. He looks at it for a moment before smiling slightly.

“Friends.” He says, taking my hand, and as he does I pull him to his feet.

“Right, let’s try and get a few hours sleep before the sun rises, hey?” I say before beginning to help him stagger out of the kitchen.

I have had many great Christmas presents over the years, a lot of socks, but a lot of great things too, but none of them, not even the piano when I was 13, none of them can match up to this one; I have Danny back, and I am never going to let myself lose him again.

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Hello!

Sorry meant to post this yesterday but didn't get a chance!

So...i wrote most of this in the south of france...where then it wasnt raining...it was very warm...not very christmasy...but hey lol

....i may have slightly put the name Boris in just to mark the odd time when half The Script Family on twitter thought a guy called Boris was Glen with a secret fan account. I changed my mind a lot about it but yeh its not Glen, but it was hilarious.

So, hope u liked this chapter! thanks so much for reading! please do vote and comment! Would love to know ur thoughts! Thanks! Ur awesome :)

                    Jess :)

P.S. Idk when the next update will be cause ive got to get the next chapter straight in my head first and i hope to meet up with friends as its the last week of summer holidays! So yeh, idk but hopfully not to long! :)

oh and don't forgot KETTLE :)