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.


15. Casual in NYC.

Danielle stands deliberately in front of me and does a twirl,

“What do ya think eh?”

Danielle has quirky yet stylish pop floral scallop shorts on that are to die for and that’s coming from a person who isn’t very interested in fashion. She has a white kind of bra top on, a corset-like skinny top hugging her toned torso. She is bouncing around in lace up platform ankle round toe booties, making her a good bit taller than me. My eyes widen in shock at her over the top shoes, they’re amazing, don’t get me wrong it’s just…they’re a little too amazing for casual?

Danielle does another spin but somehow, not surprisingly, tumbles and ends up needing my support to stand up properly. She whines as she balances all her weight on her left ankle, I look down at her right ankle to diagnose what could be wrong, most likely a twisted ankle.

I leave Danielle sitting on the spare bunk beside Kristen’s so she doesn’t have to climb before taking off down the bus to try and find Liam. I find him giving out to Harry about having respect for women; it wouldn’t surprise me if he has screwed it up with Lou already. Liam sees me and immediately stops speaking, he clears his throat awkwardly as Harry walks away, clearly pleased for the distraction from Liam’s lecture. I don’t bother giving him the long story; I cut the crap and easily get the information across.

“Danielle twisted her ankle; I don’t think she’ll be able to go out with us.”

Liam looks thoughtful for a while, rubbing his stubble and standing there looking like he’s in another world, funny, that’s a One Direction song. I mentally cringe before a slight sigh is heard; I look up to meet Liam’s hazel eyes. He nods before following me towards the bunks where Danielle is sitting whining,

“You don’t mind covering up for her do you?”

I shake my head as he sits beside Danielle and rubs her ankle soothingly, thank god Danielle took a break from dancing for the tour or I wouldn’t be able to deal with professional dancing. I’d say the only thing I can do properly is twerking and that’s from watching the boys onstage. I leave Danielle to explain to Liam how she did it and turn to go watch TV when I bump into Lou. I didn’t realise she has been standing there the last while as Danielle twisted her ankle and I got Liam, she was halfway through doing Danielle’s makeup, haha she wasted her time but I guess that’s less time spent with Harry. Eleanor comes out of the bathroom looking rather stunning, as usual.

She has white high waited denim shorts on and a sport Aztec crop top over them. She twirls around; imitating Danielle except Eleanor doesn’t trip because she’s wearing cute black studded loafers. She jumps up the ladder to her bunk and grabs something before returning to stand back in front of me, now she has an orange satchel on her arm, I smile.

“I like your bag, El.”

She smiles and holds it up to the light, showing it off.

“Thanks, it’s Marc Jacobs. It’s called the 1984 satchel, you can get them in many colours but orange for me was the deal.”

She sighs and runs a hand over the smooth delicate leather. Harry passes by ruffling Eleanor's perfect hair,

“I don’t understand why you girls buy such expensive things and only wear them once.”

Eleanor shakes her head and rolls her eyes dramatically before turning to Liam and Danielle,

“You not coming Danni?”

Danielle shakes her head as Liam pouts, suddenly saddened. I turn away, I do not want to think about this right now, even though thoughts start running through my mind, questioning me like an interrogator at a police station. Why don’t you have a boyfriend? Why couldn’t you keep Harry? What’s wrong with you?

I try to shake my head of the horrible questions my gut asks me, instead I ignore the alarms going off in my head and take a seat between Harry and Lou on the couch. Harry looks at me weirdly and Lou tries to smile as best as she can but it’s obviously fake. I ignore it and Harry’s continuous stares as well. I pull out my phone and start playing around with different things, all the while Harry watching me at the corner of his eye and Lou sitting there quiet as a mouse as if my presence stops her from being comfortable, I don’t know, maybe it does?

Lou stands up and leaves, watching her back I look at what she changed into. She has really light pink floral cuff shorts, so tight and small that are nearly showing her butt. She has a black vest top on over it with a cross print, she has bright green tennis shoes on with white flower patterns that I admit, are actually cute. And from the back of her, I can only tell that she has a brown beaded cross bracelet on. Her bleach blond hair is sitting on her shoulders unmoving and her makeup is exactly like earlier.

As I was saying, she gets up and leaves Harry and I to quarrel all alone on the couch. He turns to me, a twinkle in his eye.

“So how’s it going Gem?”

I raise my eyebrows, my eyes widening and my lungs feeling burnt and crisp like my heart.

“What? ‘How’s it going?’ That’s what you have to say to me after not talking to me all day! What the hell is actually fucking wrong with you? Are you serious or just a total moron?”

Harry leans back a little his arm retreating from around my shoulders, he leans forward in his seat, wresting his forearms on his kneecaps. He watches the ground as his voice is rough and tired,

“Well I didn’t think you wanted everyone to know.”

At the wrong moment, Louis and Zayn pop their heads from around the kitchen area, gladly entering the competition with their statements,

“Oh we know!”

I’m not going to even question how they know, I’m too angry at Harry to even think about anything else. My hand flies up to collide with Harry’s jaw, leaving a massive red patch of skin looking raw and sore. Harry winces as his hand touches it gently; he glares at me as if I’m crazy, I stop him from speaking, my voice rising once again,

“So you didn’t think I’d want to go public but yet you’re already drooling over your bloody stylist! Some thinking you did mate, did it ever occur to you that maybe I have feelings?”

He looks regretful as he nods and meets my gaze, his face going from hard and cold to soft and gentle. He brushes the edge of my eye where stray tears are falling freely form my eyes. They aren’t sad tears, they’re angry displaying my emotions which are seeping out of me. I get up to walk away but he grabs my arm, forcing me to sit down again.

“Look I’m sorry, I just wanted to make Lou feel welcome.”

I snort loudly and turn away from his gaze, crossing my arms fiercely.

“Give me a chance, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I turn to face him, a look of solemn on his angel-like features and his eyes immensely sad. His right hand is holding the left side of his chest where his heart is. I nod quietly and look down, he closes the distance between us on the couch, enveloping me in a crushing hug and kissing the top of my head lightly, whispering,

“I won’t let you down.”

We all file out of the tour bus, Kristen, Eleanor, the boys and I. Danielle stays on the bus as her ankle is swollen and icky.

We go to many shops and cafés, buying hundreds of things and picking many different outfits, NYC really has a lot to offer! It’s amazing! The Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, the yellow cabs! It’s all so much to take in!

At one point during out day, we were stepping out of a cab when I accidentally held hands with Harry, totally forgetting that I’m meant to be Danielle. Liam corrected me not a second later but I’m not sure if anyone got pictures.

We eventually stuff ourselves into a cab, giving the middle aged man the directions to the parking lot where the tour bus is. Paul spots us and leaves the bus, folding his arms with an unreadable expression on his face,

“Danielle only wants to see Liam and Gemma, the rest of you guys stay out here for a minute.”

Paul steps out of the way for Liam and I to hop onto the bus, both wondering what the hell is going on. We find Danielle sitting on one of the bottom bunks, her face hidden in her hands. Liam sits beside her and wraps an arm around her shoulders; he shares a curious look with me before setting his gaze on Danielle’s crumpled figure,

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

Liam’s voice gets more and more worried, him constantly repeating her name, his voice breaking and freaking out. Danielle eventually lifts her head out of her hands, her eyes red and puffy as if she’s been crying since we left and that was hours ago. Her bottom lip is trembling, her silence adding suspense. Tears roll down her face freely, her face crumpled and pinched, her shoulders sagging like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. She eventually speaks up, her voice barely audible and high pitched, she stares directly into my eyes as she speaks the last two words I’d hate to hear coming from her mouth,

“I’m pregnant.”

Aaah!!! Some of you who are on the Team Lemma or Giam may hate me after this but I have been waiting to drop that bomb for ages!!!!! So what do ye think? Will Gemma finally get a chance to be with Harry now that Liam will be forced to stay with Danielle due to her BEING PREGNANT!!!!! Aaaah such a cliffhanger??!!!! Is Liam going to freak out or be happy…..huh guys???? What team are ye on anyways….Team Giam? Team Larry? Or…..drumroll please….Team Garry??!!! :) keep up the comments ye guys are really great!!!

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