Title: Saturday Night
Summary: What happens when the McFly boys throw a party that gets out of hand? Chaos of course.
Pairing: None
Rating: T for drinking, smoking, and swearing.
Warnings: Drinking, smoking, swearing, sexual references, all at young age.
Disclaimer: I do not own the members of McFly.
Authors Note/Further Information: I don't own McFly, cause if I did they'd be doing tours in the US. :). Oh and in this story Tom, Danny, Dougie, and Harry are brothers and Fletch is their father. Every chapter is from a McFly boy's POV. Starting with Harry.
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Saturday Night
Chapter 1
When my parents outta town,
I got all my buddies round,
So we gonna have a party tonight
"Dougie, come on! Wake up! You've slept enough!"
I frowned down at my youngest brother, who was laying half on his bed and half on the floor, snoring loudly. I could practically see a smile on his face as he continued to sleep. I cocked my head to the side and placed my hands on my hips in annoyance. Let me tell you something, being the oldest of four brothers isn't easy.
My name is Harry, I'm 18, and I have brown hair and blue eyes, and have three younger brothers. Tom is 17 and has blonde hair and hazel eyes. Danny is 16 and has brown hair, freckles, and blue eyes. Dougie is 15 and has brown/blonde hair and blue/green eyes. Dougie is like the bane of my existence, he doesn't stop bothering me; he follows me everywhere and asks a lot of questions. But he can be cool when he wants to be.
"Dougie! Wake up!" I shouted, and shook his shoulder.
"Harry, leave your brother alone," my dad said from the doorway. I turned around and saw that he was tying a blue and white striped tie around his neck. Dad, or Fletch as other like to call him, has been our single father for a long time. I actually don't remember our mom. It was such a long time ago that she left. It must be hard for him to take care of four teenage boys, especially when he does it by himself. But I must admit, he does it well. "You know how mad he gets when he's woken up by someone."
"Yeah, but he's been sleeping all day, dad," I replied in a whiny tone. Dad looked over at me with a raised eyebrow and I continued. "We really need to practice.
The four of us are in a band. Yeah, shocking, we're like Hanson, except we don't have long hair that makes us look like girls. And we don't have high-pitched voices, well, Dougie does, but that's not the point. Our band is called McFly, off of Tom's obsession with the Back to the Future movies. When I saw obsession, I mean obsession. He can quote like every line from those movies. It's scary how well he knows them. Currently, we're trying to get a CD made, and considering that our dad works at a record company, its almost guaranteed that we'll get it done.
"Just wait a bit longer, and if he doesn't wake up by the time I leave, then you and your brothers have my permission to beat him up, ok?" Dad compromised.
I rolled my eyes in reply and followed him down to the kitchen where Tom and Danny were playing 'air hockey' with a salt shaker. I watched as they slid it back and forth to each other, it coming close to the edge before they would send it back.
"Please, don't do that." Dad said as he grabbed the salt shaker from the table as it slipped and almost tipped over the edge of Danny's side of the table. Tom and Danny groaned in annoyance.
"I was so close to winning, dad!" Danny protested. Tom picked up a napkin, balled it up, and threw it into Danny's face. "What, I'm only telling the truth."
"Ha, you wish." Tom replied sardonically.
I laughed as I seated myself on a stool at the counter and grabbed a banana to eat. Seconds later, a barrage of napkins flew at my head. "Oi! Knock it off you two!"
"Just because you're the oldest doesn't mean that we have to listen to you." Danny replied, sticking his tongue out at me. 16 years old and he still acts like a child.
"Yes it does." I replies ticking my tongue out in reply.
"Would you stop yelling, you're giving me a headache," Dougie complained as he walked into the kitchen. It was obvious that he was just sleeping. His eyes were puffy, his hair was sticking up all over the place, and his clothes were wrinkled. He yawned a little and stretched. "Man, I'm knackered."
"It's three o'clock; you've been sleeping all day." I pointed out.
"Yeah, how are you knackered?" Tom added. Dougie smiled and shrugged in reply before taking my banana out of my hand and peeled it, taking a bite. I gave him the finger and he continued to eat happily.
"Great, so we can practice now, yeah?" Danny asked anxiously. I pulled my drumsticks out of my back pocket and started to drum it against the side of the counter in the beat of a song that we were working on. "Dad, don't you have to leave soon?" Dad has a meeting to go to for the record company, and those last a while. He warned us in advance that he might be gone all night, and apparently he is going to be gone.
"I don't know, I don't think I trust you guys here alone." Dad replied, causing me to stop my drumming.
Is he kidding me?
He doesn't trust his four teenage sons.
How messed up is that?
"Oh come on, dad, we'll be fine." Dougie rolled his eyes. "What's the worst that could happen?"
Tom, Danny, and I groaned in unison. Whenever one of us, mainly Dougie, asked that question, something bad usually went wrong. Dad knows that too. Last time he left us home alone, we practically flooded the place by having a water war. That definitely wasn't a good idea. But I was only thirteen at the time; I didn't know that it was a bad idea. I only saw it as a lot of fun. But then the fun went away when we all had to sleep in the basement.
"Oh I don't know," Dad looked like he was thinking and then he looked at the four of us seriously. "You could start a kitchen fire and go into a mass panic trying to kill it, but that will make it bigger. Then you'll try and call the fire department but they won't come from the time that you guys prank called them twenty times in one night. Then, because the fire department won't come, the house will burn down and the wind will carry the flames to the other surrounding houses and spread a fire so bad that you'll cause a massive economic failure in London, alone."
The four of us stared at Dad in silence. Wondering how he got these ideas.
"But of course, that is just a theory." He added as an afterthought.
"You have problems." Dougie spoke up and the rest of us slowly nodded in agreement. Dad sighed heavily and laughed a little bit as he lowered his head, and then he stood up suddenly, regaining his composure.
"Alright, I'll let you guys stay home by yourselves as long as you follow three rules," he lifted up a finger. "No parties. 2, if anything goes wrong, you call me or the police. 3, don't eat a lot of junk food. I don't want you to crash so bad that you can't practice."
We all turned to look at Danny. "That was one time! And you would have done it too if they were your favorite candy!"
"We got it." I said, holding up my hand, signaling that my brothers shouldn't say anything to ruin this.
"No junk food." Dad repeated as he went to the front door, we anxiously followed him.
"No junk food." Dougie agreed with a little salute.
"Call if anything goes wrong."
"Call if anything goes wrong." Tom echoed and held up his cell phone to show that he would call on that rather than the land line.
"No parties.
"No parties!" Danny declared and shoved Dad out the front door and slammed it shut behind him. "So, about this party." He said as soon as he turned back around.
"I never thought that this was possible, Danny, but you really are mental aren't you?" Tom chuckled; not exactly surprised that Danny would do something like this.
"Yeah," Dougie agreed happily, knowing that he wasn't going to be the one that gets in trouble. "You just blatantly lied to dad."
"Ooh, blatant, that's a big word for you, Dougs." I teased and Dougie punched me on the arm in annoyance as I turned to address Danny. "Please don't tell me that you already invited people."
"Ok, then I won't tell you." Danny replied smugly.
"You're going to die, dude, you are absolutely going to die!" I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. And then smiled a little bit. "But since you already invited people we can't just turn them away, can we?"
"Yeah, we can." Tom and Dougie replied in unison, clearly protesting the idea of having a party.
"Don't be such pussies. The party will be over before Dad even gets home." Danny reassured them. Tom hesitated a moment.
"You promise?" he asked to be sure.
"Promise."
"Then I'm in."
"I'm not!" Dougie still denied.
"Com on Dougs, this is a once in a lifetime chance to have a party without Dad here." Danny pleaded. Dougie looked up at his older brother and smirked.
"I'm in as long as you guys don't blame this on me when we get caught." He replied.
"We won't get caught."
"Trust me, we will get caught."