Once I am done taking my breakfast and pay my bills, I quickly leave the restaurant and drive back to my hotel. I really do not have anything so important to do that needs a little isolation for myself, but I do not know where I should go. Everywhere just so boring to me that's why I decide to just hang out in my hotel room and try to enjoy whatever movie on the TV. Keyword: try. Because Danny seems to like every TV show and I can't help but to think of him whatever drama appears.

When I get to my car at the parking space in front of the restaurant, a few police motorcycles and about two large black cars pass by. I don't know who the hell are inside those big beautiful cars that I always dream to own, but whoever they are, they look like important poeple. I mean, if they aren't then what's with the police escorting them?

I shouldn't be telling you that, should I? They're not even important to me then why would I care about them passing by the road like the road is theirs?

I arrive my hotel on time. I enter the parking lot on the underground floor and immediately find my previous parking space just beside the lift, how lucky. Before I go out, I make sure I grab my personal stuffs like my wallet and phone. Then I hop out and head towards the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator I hum to the first song that pops up on my mind - Science and Faith. I don't know why I've been loving that song from the band lately. I would repeat the song over and over again no matter where it's playing - my laptop? My phone? The car? There's something in the song that soothes my heart, but feels sad at the same time, how magical. And I don't know why I feel like Danny's voice the in song sounds very ... soft like he was really a broken man during recording the song.

Science and Faith is like a mystery to me. Though I was there with them while they wrote the song - heck, I was actually part of the co-writer, but the story of the song, however, is unrevealed. I am still figuring what's the actual meaning of the song though I roughly understood. Does that even make sense? Well, whether it is or not, the song is still haunting my day and night.

Once the the elevator dings, I step in, thankful I am alone and not with a stranger. And just to my bad luck - my second bad luck - one of the The Script songs is playing through the speaker smoothly. Danny's voice is clearly echoeing through the elevator. It breaks my heart into two to listen to his voice. Besides that I miss him, his voice sounds so tired and heartbroken.

The fact that it doesn't sound recorded makes my heart shatters into pieces. It sounds as if The Script is singing it live in a room like a press conference especially when the only music heard is guitars. I didn't think The Script would be here and there's no way he would be here because the hotel isn't even a five stars hotel to do a press.

Whatever it is, I was enjoying Danny's voice when the elevator suddenly stops and opens itself, revealing a man with a baby boy in a stroller with his wife beside him. I smile at them immediately, seeing how this man's family looks so perfect in my eyes. The man and his wife return my smile and they enter.

"Hey, you're ... Kayla, right?" Asks the wife as soon as the door closes.

I look at her, reluctantly smile. "Yeah," I reply.

The wife gasps. "Oh my God, honey, it's her! It's Kayla! Oh my God!" She squeals.

"Kayla who?" Her husband asks, looking at his wife in confusion.

Their boy looks at her mother with a big smile, amused seeing his mother happy.

"Kayla Montez, Danny O'donoghue's girlfriend!" She tells her husband, forgetting that I was actually there with them.

"Danny?"

"The Script, The Script! Danny from The Script! Oh, baby, for God's sake. Can you remember my favourite band for once? You don't seem to care anything I love at all," the wife whines. A deep frown appears on her forehead, annoyed with her husband who doesn't care what she loves at all.

This is awkward.

She sighs and rolls her eyes at her husband. While she's doing that, I see a smirk plays at the end if the husband's lips.

"Can I get a picture with you?" Asks the wife politely.

I change my eyes to her. "Sure, why not," I respond with an honest smile. I really don't mind with the attention people are giving me. In fact, I take it as a good thing because I love being nice with people. Sometimes. But right now is good.

The wife then hands the husband her phone. With the count of three, the husband snaps like ten pictures in a row in purpose. When the wife playfully scolds the husband, he only laughs and continues taking the wife's picture.

I laugh at myself, seeing how sweet the couple is. I wonder if people ever look at me and Danny like that.

The elevator opens just in time. I didn't realise they are getting to the same floor as me until we move in unison. Spontaneously we laugh and I let them out first. We then say our goodbyes and then we parted. The family goes to the right, straight away towards their room meanwhile I go to the left, wanting to take my time wandering around the hotel.

What I love about the hotel I am staying is that it has lounging area that fits almost everyone who stays on the floor. I mean, they have this huge room that is open 24/7 with a fast WiFi connection for their customers to hang out so those who stays on the floor (take Floor 4 for an example because I stay on the fourth floor) do not have to go to the lobby just to use the fast internet.

So I walk by myself, looking around and smile to people I bump into. Though I said I didn't want to be surrounded with people, but this is okay. My heart warms as I take my time here and I don't know why it feels awesome for getting to meet people though it's mere a smile. But God only let me feel the best feeling in a minute when, out of the blue, a group of people that I've known for a long time, guarded by a few bodyguards dressed in black, emerge from the room I mentioned earlier.

So the song in the elevator was really The Script singing live!

I gasp. My eyes wide open and my mouth hanging low. My heart drops seeing what's in front of my eyes. I feel like I am going to faint when one of the trio looks up and quickly catches my eyes.

Kayla, I see his mouth moves in utter shock. His mouth is just like mine - hanging low. His tiny dark eyes look at me sharply, but quickly softens. His lower lip quiver before he pushes through his guards while yelling, "Kayla!"

I quickly turn around, running as fast as I can in my flats towards my hotel room. My eyes are wet in just a second, but I quickly wipe the tears off.

"Kayla, stop!" He shouts again.

He chases after me; his guards and his mates chase after him. He commands me stop; his guards and his mates command him to stop. I can't believe this is happening to me. The press conference is not a press conference if there are no cameras and reporters so I am sure as hell Danny is going to be on top of the gossip website's page again, but this time including me.

I quickly turn around the corner and quickly take my keycard from my wallet. Nervous, I untentionally drop the keycard. I curse to myself with my silly move, but quickly pick it up and tap on the handle few times. After five times I finally get to open the door, but before I could even step into my room I feel someone grabs my arm and pull into his lean body.

"Oh Kayla, I miss you so much," he whispers beside my ear as he hugs me tightly, actually suffocating me.

"Danny, let me go," I say, pushing my palms on his hard chest. "Let me go, please," I beg while crying, struggling and pushing his body harder by time.

"No, I won't ... ever," he says, still hugging me tightly. I then hear him sniffles.

"Danny-"

"Danny!" A grumpy voice shouts his name angrily at the same time. "Let her go, Danny," says the voice lowly, angry with him running away without warning.

Danny refuses to follow the guard's order. He continues hugging me, tighter than before the guard comes. As the guard grip his hands, to let him unhug my petite body, Danny repeats "No" over and over again as if it's the end of the world if he lets me go.

To be honest, if he let me go now I won't be mad at him as much as when he let me go latter. Because I know, by latter, he's only going to almost kill me.

The fight - or I might just say struggle - was gentle at first, but becomes rougher when Danny still stubbornly hugs me.

"Danny, I can't breathe," I whisper to him, praying that he could hear me through the noise. My arms are no longer pushing his body away as they become weak because of how tight he hugs me.

"Danny, let her go! You're killing her!" I hear Glen's voice nearby me. I have a feeling that he's somewhere around us, helping the guard to let Danny go off of me.

"Dan- Danny," I choke. I bet my face is pale by now. I can even feel my lungs slowly pumps the blood through my brain. I know I will pass out soon if Danny keeps stranggling me.

"Danny! Let-"

The voice doesn't finish his word as Danny let me go instantly as if he's been shot. I fall, but I am lucky Mark manages to catch me before my body hits the floor. The chaos and the noise die down. I only hear a voice yelling, scolding Danny for hurting me and almost killed me. I struggle gasping for air, following Mark as my intructor.

"Kayla," Danny calls me.

I ignore him, telling Mark to help me up and bring me into my room.