Fourteen (Amy); Lost, deserted Angel.
I wake up with a jump as a loud ringing ensues by my right ear. I open my eyes, but the noise has stopped. I yawn and sit up, pushing my hair out of my face. I wonder what time it is? I look around, subconsciously looking for something, but not quite knowing what. Then I suddenly realise what I'm looking for isn't here.
"Danny?" I question softly. No answer. He isn't in here. I get up -I appear to be clothed now, good good...- and walk into the kitchen. No one. Has he just upped and gone, then? I feel a cold lump of pain settling in my heart as I realise he has just gone. I walk to the bottom of the stairs and listen silently. I catch the murmur of voices, but I can tell it's just Heather and Tim. Great. Danny's just fucked off. I can't believe him! After all the bitching he did about me returning to England to look after Kristy, and the way he acted when I came back I thought -
What did I think? Was I really stupid enough to believe for one second that he actually cares about me...? Bloody hell....... I bite my lip and walk back to the lounge, sitting down on the sofa and sighing. I don't understand... After what happened between Danny and I last night I would have thought he'd at least have the decency to stay. Obviously not. What the hell was I thinking? Deluding myself to believe he could ever care?
I look up as I hear footsteps. Heather stands silhouetted in the doorway, looking ridiculously angelic. Guess I'm just feeling the general depression of - well - everything because I almost cry. I fucking hate you Danny!
"Amy, you're awake." She says, then looks worried. "Amy? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine!" I smile. Heather looks disbelieving, but she doesn't question me any more, for which I am very grateful. I get up and walk over to her. "Sleep okay?" I tease as she yawns. She goes crimson and I laugh. She pouts.
"Yeah, well." She mutters. "I know something you don't know."
"Do I actually want to know?" I question, raising my eyebrows. Heather rolls her eyes.
"You will, because it concerns you."
"Okay... Go on then." I say. Heather grins smugly at me.
"I haven't!" I protest. Heather grins again, completely losing the angellic appearence and looking downright scheming.
"Someone asked for your number."
"What?" I look blank.
"You heard me."
"Who?" I question disbelievingly.
"Tim Roth."
"Isn't he married?" I exclaim. Heather shrugs far too innocently.
"Seems not."
"He so didn't ask for my number!" I protest, wanting to believe her, but not quite daring to; who would want my number?!
"Well. Just be expecting a call from him at the hotel." She says smugly, in her best 'I know I'm right' tone of voice.
"The hotel? Oh God, Corey'll explode!" I begin to laugh. Heather joins me.
"And have to go to the Aaaangry Room!"
"Where he'll be tired and brained!" I counter, still laughing. Heather shakes her head, then beckons me to the kitchen.
"Breakfast?" She suggests.
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