Aoife's POV:

It's been a few days since I woke up from my coma and I was discharged from hospital yesterday.

Overall, it's been quite overwhelming being bombarded with all sorts of questions regarding myself, my feelings and about what happened. Detectives have constantly pressed for an accurate description of Irma- despite my fear of crossing the line, I told them. They assured me that she would be behind bars for years when they caught her. If they catch her...

My face is still swollen and bruised and the scar leading from my neck down to my chest will definitely be permanent.... I look so ugly. I wasn't even that pretty to begin with. Dan's lovely and tells me otherwise though, but I really don't believe him. How can he still love someone who's so ugly?

Everyone's been so caring and protective as usual- they assured that I was never left alone really. They were all so worried that Irma would strike again- Dan in particular was petrified. He refuses to leave me; no matter how hard I try to persuade him that he's playing with fire- he's not having it. I'm secretly glad that he doesn't want to break up as I'd be lost without him. I just hope that Irma is caught soon, then we can live our lives once it's back to normal.

It's about 5am by now, I could see the sky starting to brighten up through the blinds. However, my eyes felt heavy as I had been awake for hours as I just couldn't sleep. Fear and worry of Irma finding and hurting us would torment my dreams. But I was determined to remain strong.

I had been itching to get up and stretch my legs but I was unable to do so as I couldn't move. Even in his sleep, Danny's arms had remained wrapped  tightly around me, crushing me into him as his head nestled into the crook of my neck,  soft hair brushing against my jawline. He was still fast asleep as his long eye lashes cast shadows on his structured cheekbones, his mouth open an inch as he breathed deeply. I moved one of my arms to stroke his silky hair, running my fingers down his face and caressing his cheekbone. He didn't even stir.This was the most relaxed I had seen him in days.

The lack of sleep over the last few weeks were really taking a toll on him. I feel so guilty- I was the reason for this. The last few nights, I'd wake up to find him awake, sitting up stiffly against the head board, unfocused gaze staring at the wall in front of him. Sometimes I'd wake up to him screaming unconsciously as he lay curled up, trembling violently before bursting into tears and leaping into my arms when I awoke him.  That was only part of his nightmares.

Nearly every night, his mind would cook up horrendous thoughts. Nightmares that included himself or someone he loved being hurt- either me, his family or the lads. He was also extremely paranoid, jumping at any sound or upsetting at the slightest thing.

I had shared my concerns with the lads, but they've just reassured me that he'd be fine and told me to give him some time. But maybe they were right... Dan had slept blissfully through the night- surely that was a good sign? Finally I could feel my eyelids starting to droop, I gave in to the exhaustion and fell asleep in the strongest arms known to man.

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I awoke a few hours later when I heard shuffling beside me. I slowly opened my eyes to see daylight streaming in through the window and  to see Danny who was awkwardly trying to separate our bodies without waking me. I chuckled softly. Hearing me, Dan lifted his head as I focused on his brilliant green eyes.

"Mornin' love, sleep well?" He yawned, stretching out beside me.

"Yeah great" I lied. My head was pounding from the lack of sleep, but I didn't want him to worry. "How about you?"

"Slept like a baby!" He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me tighter. I let out a soft moan, leaning down to peck his lips softly. We stayed in silence for a while before Dan piped up again.

"I'm going to the studio later today with the lads... Do ye wanna come with?" He asked, green eyes pleading for me to agree. It wouldn't hurt to go, would it?

"Sure, when you going?" I said, glancing at the clock. It was now 9am. At Least I got 4 hours sleep!

"Grand! I told Mark that I'd be there about 10:30 ish" his eyes widened when he saw it was 9am. "Quick babes, jump in the shower with me, we can save time and water like that" he grinned, winking cheekily at me. I laughed at his cuteness. I sat myself up and took his hand, leading him into the bathroom...

So after our.. Ahem... Exciting shower, we both got ready to head over to the studio. I pulled some acid wash jeans and a blue hoodie on, with matching Nike Jordan high tops while Dan wore his hair up in his trademark quiff , a wine coloured hoodie and some black skinny jeans with some doc martins. He looked lush.

After grabbing a few slices of toast and a cup of tea,we were out the door and starting our walk to the studio, chatting and joking along the way, our fingers interlocked together. It was only about a 20 minute walk. We were both on the look out for paps as usual though, as they were always hiding in bushes or bins lol.

We eventually got to the studio. Dan opened the door for me and we walked in. Mark and Glen were both sat on the sofa by the coffee table, reading and jotting down lyrics. They both looked up when they noticed our presence.

"Danny boy!" Mark shouted across the room, a big enthusiastic smile on his face. He walked up and hugged him before doing the same to me. "How the hell did ye get him up so early?" He asked.

"It was actually him that woke me up for a change " I chuckled, Mark joining in.

"Really?! It's usually us that has to drag him out of bed" he grinned, laughing at Dan's unimpressed expression.

"Oi! I'm not that bad!" Dan exclaimed, a pout forming on his face.

"Oh yes you are!" Mark, Glen and I chorused. "Jynx!" We all screamed, laughing at our childishness. Dan eventually joined in after sulking.

"Right then, let's get cracking " he suggested, keen to change the subject.

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*a few months later*

Danny's POV:

So it's drawing up to September now, it's been a year since #3 came out- it did extremely well and the fans are now demanding for more tour dates and for me to do the voice again. Aoife are I are still growing strong, the accident had brought us considerably closer. The police have caught Irma but her boyfriend is still free- so we still have to keep a wary eye out on watch.

We have managed to record multiple ideas for the potential tracks for the next album. I had actually persuaded Aoife to play some backing guitar riffs for Mark, and sing some backing vocals for some tracks. She's so talented, she can play piano, guitar and ukulele and other instruments to quite a high standard. My dad taught us how to play them together - It was always easier and more fun learning with her!

She had flown back to Dublin for a few days for a family reunion. I desperately had wanted to go with her, but I was wanted in the studio. I haven't been home since way before the voice. I miss ma and my siblings....

I was now walking to the studio, wearing a beanie over my hair and ray and sunglasses as a crap disguise. The hardcore fans could spot me from a mile away, even with the disguise. On that note, I turned around to the sound of giggling and to see two girls smiling bash fully at me. I couldn't stop the smile growing on my face.

"Hi girls, how are yez?"  I asked, wrapping my arms aroundthe closest girl in a hug, she squealed excitedly whilst grinning up at me. I could feel her trembling in my arms.

"Oh my god!.... Um hi!!!! " the second girl said, shock clear in her voice. "We weren't sure if it was you or not!" She laughed at her friend who was still in my arms, close to hyperventilating.

"Well this disguise is quite crap to be honest, Isn't it?" I chuckled, gently prising the girl from my body to meet her shining blue eyes.. "Are you ok love?" I asked, concerned as her breathing was still shaky and uneven.

"I'm fine now!" She beamed. Her cheeks had blushed beetroot from embarrassment. "Can we have a selfie with you?" She asked hopefully.

"Sure, come here then" I slung my arms around the both of them and smiled for the camera. It was a really good photo too! I signed their arms and took some more selfies before reluctantly stating that I had to leave, hugging them both for the last time.

"Thanks Danny!"

"See you! Hope to see yez on the next tour!" I called, before turning and continuing my journey towards the studio. I walked in, smiling at Bethan the receptionist before jogging up the stairs to the 2nd floor and walked into studio 3, where the lads and our managers were waiting. Phil (my manager) didn't  look very impressed! I glanced at the clock to see that I was 20 minutes late. I guess meeting those girls had made me late- oops!!!!

"Ah Daniel, nice of you to finally join us" Mark stated, desperately trying to sound serious and professional- but I could see him biting back the smile. "What took ye so long?"

"Sorry guys, I met some fans on the way- I stopped to talk to them" I apologised. They all nodded understandingly, except Phil who still didn't look convinced.

"Time for you to buy a watch aye?" He remarked quite dry. What's up with him? He's usually in a good mood?

"I guess so" I answered uncertainly, searching his face for any explanation why he was so out of character. He gave nothing away. Must be having a bad day.... The head of the studios cleared his throat, causing all of our heads to shoot up and focus on him.

"So now that we're all here, let's get started shall we?" He bent down and got some paper work out of his brief case. At that moment, my phone also rang. All heads turned in my direction and I could feel my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

I checked caller ID to see that it Was Aoife calling.  What? She knew we had a meeting this morning! Why was she calling? Oh my God, I hope she's ok! Struggling to keep my emotions and thoughts to myself, I politely excused myself and legged it out to the corridor to answer.

"D-Dan? Look, s-sorry for c-calling ye in your meeting b-b-but...." She paused struggling for breath, desperately choking back sobs.

"Babes? It doesn't matter.... What's wrong?" I asked gently, probably failing to hide the worry in my voice. She broke down, sobbing hysterically down the phone. I'm so confused... What's going on?! "Aoife?!"

"Y-ye need t-to get on the 1st p-plane over h-here.... R-right now.... It's y-your Mam.." Wait, what?!

"W-w-what?! Why, w-what's happened?" I choked. It was silent on the other side for a while.

"S-she's h-had a b-brain aneurysm D-Danny .... It's s-serious a-and .....t-they d-don't t-think she'll m-make it through the n-night..." She sobbed. My blood ran cold and I could feel the colour draining from my face. I took a deep breath, trying to process all of this. "All of your siblings are here- you should be too".

I stumbled to lean on the wall next to me, sliding down it to the floor, unable to keep the tears in. It was unquestionable what the next step would be.

"D-Don't worry, I'll b-be on t-the n-next f-flight over" I'll text ye before I board"

"Ok, see you later"
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Hey guys!

Sorry, I haven't updated in ages! I've had so much on with school and sports recently so I haven't had the time to write! But I have been keeping up with what the lads are doing and reading other fanfiction!

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