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.


23. Cravings and Final Truths

Few months later:

We’re currently in Ohio, Danielle’s bump so big that she doesn't walk; she waddles, almost like a duck. She's so excited and never talks about anything else, resulting in me avoiding her more. Kristen and I usually hang out in my hotel room because of Management’s stupid rules. Sometimes Eleanor comes over if she’s not at Danielle's cooing over her unborn child. Liam came up with the idea that instead of dressing up disguised to buy maternity clothes; we just buy them online and get them delivered. Eleanor has been nothing but supportive with Danielle's situation, she's just so nice. Because the tour will be over before Danielle's due date, she has informed her dance studio or whatever, that she will be taking holidays off for then as well.

Like every pregnant woman, Danielle has cravings. Danielle’s cravings mainly consist of food from Nandos, mint ice-cream, Tayto bars (yes, those weird chocolate bars with crisps in them) and milkshakes. Some of her cravings are rather strange, sometimes things she would never have eaten before, some days she has different cravings and Liam, being her very own personal lapdog, never fails to come to her assistance with whatever she wants. Well I have one word for that! Spoilt. I know it makes me sound incredibly self-centered and jealous of my supposedly ‘best friend’, and I probably am but it’s just so . . . hard? I know that sounds incredibly wrong but so is this, everything.

I shake off my daily stressful thoughts and watch Harry, who’s busying himself around the kitchen. This time, for once, they let Harry and I share a hotel-room and gave us bigger utilities such as a bigger kitchen! I may sound oddly weird, getting excited over a bigger kitchen, but those tiny hotel kitchens are awful! Anyways, on to other news, today is Danielle's baby shower. Arranged by Eleanor of course, it should’ve been me because I’ve always been the closest person to Danielle but evidently not recently. Harry dressed up in a white tee with a blazer and jeans but I still wasn’t ready. I was giving every excuse under the sun to not go to this . . . this torture fest! Harry turns around, catching my wandering eye. He dramatically places his hands on his hips and sighs heavily,

“Gemma! Get ready! We’re nearly late!” I sigh heavily but give in after Harry giving me the puppy-dog eyes. I hesitantly walk into our room, selecting an outfit. I slip on a strapless cotton blue dress with a big bow at the top of the sweetheart line. While I fix it, I continue our conversation even though Harry is in the kitchen. We’re both nearly shouting for the other person to hear.

“Harry? Why exactly are we going to this?” I can almost picture Harry rolling his eyes, completed with the audible sigh I hear from the kitchen.

“Because Danielle is your friend and we owe it to her. This is a special moment in her life and we, as her friends, need to be there for her. Besides, when was the last you two sat down and had a real conversation that lasted longer than twenty seconds?” I go quiet knowing he has a point, I can also picture his face rearranging from a lecturing look to a smug smirk. I slip into my gold sequined ballet flats and fix them while Harry walks from the kitchen to stand in the doorway of our room.

I pull my hair into a high ponytail and watch him for a moment, taking in his breathtaking beauty. I have been keeping this all bottled up inside me for months now and I want to prove to everyone that Danielle isn’t as perfect as everyone thinks.

“Danielle doesn't approve of us.” I say it out, about an octave lower than shouting. Harry stops fixing the buttons on his blazer and pauses, looking up at me. He watches my face to confirm that I’m serious. He quirks an eyebrow before all his perfect features turn serious. He thinks about it before speaking over the deafening silence.

“How are you so sure?” I sigh, glad of the distraction from going to Danielle's.

“You remember your first gig at MSG?” Harry nods suspiciously not knowing where this will go.

“Well Danielle said it that night.” Harry pouts for a second before asking,

“Who told you? A fan?” I remember Harry being so upset for weeks after because I couldn’t see them performing, he was so happy but devastated when I couldn’t go.

“No . . .” He immediately interjects,

“Eleanor?” His tone portraying a hint of shock,

“No . . .” I take a deep breath,

“I was there.” Harry stands there. His shocked eyes widening. He blinks rapidly before a grin forming on his face. See? Now that he knows I saw him perform so well, he won’t be so upset. He envelopes me in a hug before curiously asking,

“How?” I chuckle and breathe in his lovely scent.

“Lou’s tickets.” He pulls back and grins before pinching my cheek teasingly.

“I knew I picked the smart one.” I laugh unsure whether I should take it as an insult or compliment. Harry stays quiet, a thoughtful look about his face.

“I always thought she liked us being together . . .” He continues, his frown growing with every word.

“she always called us ‘cute’ and ‘a perfect match’, why would she lie?” I shrug and think about it before replying,

“Maybe she doesn't want to ruin our happiness?” It was meant to be a statement but came out like a question. Harry shrugs and gently kisses my forehead before grabbing my hand and guiding me to Danielle's baby shower.

Hey guys!! Tell me what ye think?? If the outfit pic is too blurry you can check it out on my polyvore page!!! I have wattpad too!!! And twitter!!!

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