Iridescent

Title: Iridescent

Genre: Angst/Hurt/Drama

Rating: T, there will be no swearing but scenes of violence.

Warnings: Scenes of violence, kidnapping, mental disorders and a few hints of slash.

Summary: Dougie, a sufferer of bipolar disorder is forced to live with his parents for a while. However, his stay doesn't exactly go according to plan.

POV: Dougie mainly. It may switch to Tom's occasionally.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own McFly or any of the characters in this story!


Chapter 1

Dougie's POV

I sat, savouring the quiet; I'd just arrived home earlier than I had expected to. Everybody had gone out, everybody being my parents and the dog. The house was completely empty, silent. I'd been staying with my parents for a while after I had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and my parents insisted that I stay at home where they could keep an eye on me for a while. They understood that my position in the band was demanding and that I could only take a certain amount of time off work. Partly, I'm glad that I can't take off too much time because as much as I want to be here so my parents weren't worried 24/7, I also want to be alone sometimes. It's selfish of me but sometimes my emotions got the better of me and has causes me to become progressively worse over the few months which I have stayed with my parents since I was diagnosed.

I stared absentmindedly at the ceiling, enjoying the few moments of peace which I rarely get nowadays. I began to wonder about what I was missing at rehearsals and how the guys were coping without me. They weren't overly happy with my parents' decision but they didn't argue, they knew what my overly protective parents were like. I glanced over at my bass that was slung carelessly over the handle of the door. I hadn't practised once since I'd arrived and I knew that I really should but I just had zero motivation right now. I continued to sit there for a while until the silence was abruptly broken by the sound of the thrumming of the car pulling up into the driveway outside the window. I hauled myself to my feet and shuffled out towards the long hallway and the creaking, ancient flight of stairs, making it to the top before the front door swung open and slammed closed again. I winced slightly at the crash it made, watching as the nearby ornaments shook slightly.

I heard my mum pipe up, "Oh, Dougie's bag is here, he must be home early. Dougie? We're back!" I didn't bother answering. They'd figure out that I didn't want to talk right now. I picked up my pace slightly; slipping through the door, easing the door shut as quietly as possible and locked myself in my room. I flung myself onto my messy, unmade bed and sighed deeply into the pillow. I hadn't realised how exhausted I actually was. I hadn't exactly done anything today apart from lounge around on the sofa, watching some old film which I wasn't even really interested in, in the first place. I let my eyes droop and my jaw hang loose, drifting off into quiet sleep.


A/N: Thank you for reading - Please review, I'd love to hear your comments on whether I should continue or not.