Being Danielle Peazer

Hi, I'm Gemma Daly. I'm eighteen and currently playing the double role of Danielle Peazer. I didn't choose the Peazer life, it chose me. I play as Danielle when she's too tired or busy to go outside for publicity stunts with her boyfriend, Liam Payne. Its not that bad, only when we have to kiss, Danielle doesn't mind but I do, because I'm truly madly deeply falling for a boy called Liam Payne.


11. Breakfast

Kristen begins to protest as does Eleanor but the others don’t say a word, Louis and Harry still sharing looks and haven’t even noticed me getting up. They look like they’re talking telepathically but I don’t think that’s possible. I close the door softly behind me and stand there for a minute; I wouldn’t call it eavesdropping but its just curiosity getting the better of me. I hear them all chatting excitedly about what they’re going to do but I hear Kristen’s insistent voice,

“She didn’t have to do that.”

I hear Niall, Eleanor, Perrie and a few others agreeing but Louis’ voice is snarky when he speaks up,

“Well why didn’t you stop her?”

I can imagine Kristen’s being hurt by Louis’ sarcastic and mean tone but she replies just as snarky, I’m proud of her standing up for herself.

“Well why didn’t you?”

Louis goes quiet as does everyone else, I hear someone’s stool scratch back on the tiles of the kitchen and Harry speaking up, his British accent loud and clear through the awkward silence,

“Right well I’m off.”

I jump into action and open my suite door quietly and slip in before closing straight after me, I run into my room. I sit down and hear the other room’s door open and someone leaving. I hear their footsteps down the corridor of the hotel, what did I expect? Honestly, did I really think that Harry Styles would want to spend one of his days off with me? He doesn’t even like me as a friend, he’s probably going to go off drinking and clubbing all day, if he does something else I will have a whole new perspective of the boy. I go for a shower and stand for about half an hour not doing anything, just letting the hot water pour down my body as I think deep thoughts. I change into my comfy, loose grey Hollister shorts, a long baggy black t-shirt with white writing saying ‘perfect boys only exist in books’ and my Toms that are a size too big so I use them for slippers, I love them and they’re neon pink so that’s a bonus. After getting dressed my hair is surprisingly dry and long, its running down my back because its dead straight, I don’t put on any makeup because I amn’t going anywhere and no-one is coming over.

I flick on the TV and close the hotel curtains; I sit down in the dark living-room of my suite and rest my mug of Galaxy hot chocolate on my knee, the hot mug warming up my bare legs. I flicker through all the channels and can’t find anything of any importance, just as I’m to look in the movie channels, my door swings open, I instantly hide under my comfy blanket in the dark from the stranger who’s standing at the door. They walk in and swing their arms out wide,

“I’m home!”

The British, masculine voice calls out extremely loud. I cringe, instantly recognising his voice. He flicks the light on and places the grocery bags on the carpet before pausing dramatically and putting his hands on his hips,

“Blanket, pyjamas and soppy movie again Daly?”

I raise an eyebrow at how he can predict me so easily.

“Well I apologise Styles for being so predictable but I have nowhere to go and nothing to do.”

He laughs and bows before unpacking the plastic bags full of groceries; I get off the couch and edge closer to the coffee table as he lays everything out. I slowly pace over, like an animal on the hunt.

“I apologise for taking so long but fans wanted pictures and autographs and stuff.”

I roll my eyes and fold my arms,

“Really? I wasn't expecting you at all as a matter of fact.”

 He grins cheekily,

“Well that’s just who I am, I’m just that unpredictable! That’s what makes me so loveable.”

I laugh and sit cross-legged on the soft suite carpet as he continues to unpack, when he’s finished he joins me sitting down and smiles at himself, I look at everything and sigh.

“Everything you bought is junk food.”


He turns to me raising an eyebrow; I laugh and go back to the couch where I continue to snuggle under my soft blanket. He joins me along with a pile of food and sweets,

“So what are we watching?”

I look at him edgeways and raise an eyebrow,

I, am watching a movie, you are leaving.”

I point to the door and he frowns, giving me a sad puppy-dog face. I shake my head and turn my attention back to the screen. We sit and watch the rest of the movie, Harry continuously making loud, disrupting noises with his sweet rappers. Once the movie is over, he sits up and turns the dim hotel room lamp. I turn to him in question but he sits up from under the blanket and takes off his paper airplane necklace, for once this evening I acknowledge what he’s wearing. He has a navy blazer on with a white shirt and red rim on it. He has black skinny jeans on and obviously had his paper plane necklace. He looks at it for a minute before putting it over my head and around my neck. I watch its metal surface shine under the bleak light; he pulls my hair out from under the chain.  I smile at him and he smiles sadly before kissing me on the nose, I stay plastered to the spot like a statue. He’s smiling as he pulls away, I touch the necklace, the paper plane cold against my warm fingertips.

Is this Harry’s way of telling me he likes me or is he just trying to mess with my head? Either way it’s a good distraction from Liam and being with Harry wouldn’t be such a bad idea either.

Hey guys I’m being nice again!!!! I updated twice again today!!!!! Hehe keep up with the comments??!!!! Team Garry supporters will be happy at this chapter but team lemma will be sad :( keep telling me what team you’re on!!!! :)

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