Hi guys! It's McSteph here again, it's been a while! This is my new fic, I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think. It's very different to what I've written before, and may take a bit for it to get started, but please stick with it for a bit!

This is dedicated to Nellz, for encouraging me to start writing again xx

Jessie's POV

A sharp slap to the face. The feeling of spit flying from his mouth into my face as he held me by my hair.

"You're nothing but a fat, ugly, pathetic bitch! No one could ever want you!"

His words swam around in my head as I stumbled along the pavement in my heels. Blind drunk, the concrete met my knees as I fell, feeling it's unforgiving surface against my palms, elbows and knees. That club had been a waste of time. He had been a waste of time. And now, all alone on the streets of Melbourne at three in the morning, everything just seemed hopeless. Lost and blinded through tears and alcohol, I stumbled down a side street and threw myself down beside a large skip. Knowing full well I looked like a classless whore, I continued downing the large bottle of vodka I'd snuck into the club in my handbag. "Fuck you!" I screamed, "fuck everything!" I threw the opaque bottle hard and it smashed onto the ground into a thousand pieces. My head felt heavy and I felt the splitting pain as it fell backwards onto the brick wall. Everything turned to black.

I woke, feeling the throbbing pain in my head. Where was I? I was bundled in crisp white sheets, on a hard bed. Peeling my eyelids apart, I slowly lifted my head to look around. It was a hotel room. A fancy one at that. In the corner was a spa bath, and it was decked out in expensive electrics and gorgeous bunches of flowers. How on earth did I get here?

Tom's POV

The show ended with thunderous applause and hysterical screams. Heading backstage, the usual sex, drugs and rock and roll began, with alcohol, groupies and music. At about three in the morning, it all wound to a close and we stumbled and tripped out to a side lane to our awaiting car.

"Awesome show tonight, god the Aussie girls know how to do it better!" sighed Danny, smiling at his Carlton Draught in his hand.

"Hey, what's that?" Dougie slurred, pointing to the human body sitting slumped beside the bin.

"It's a girl", Harry said, moving closer, "she looks dead".

We crunched through the broken remains of a bottle to get a closer look. Danny, however, stayed back.

"She's probably just some drunk prossie," he shrugged when we questioned him.

"Don't be so sure Dan," Harry murmured, turning the flashlight on his phone on.

"Someone's had a big night," I said, stepping back. She reeked of vodka and spew. Her hair was caked with vomit and blood and her black makeup was smeared down her face. Nice.

"Just leave her guys, she'll wake up in the morning and stumble back home," Danny laughed, downing the rest of his beer. Harry reached for her wrist, feeling for a pulse.

"Shes still here," he said, gently replacing her hand on her knee. Harry and myself began to walk away.

"Wait!" Dougie cried and we turned around to face him."We can't just leave her here!"

"Dougie's right," Harry sighed, motioning for him to grab her other arm. Together, they lifted her into the car.

"Wonder what's happened to her?" Dougie said on the way back to the hotel, grimacing as he looked at the bleeding wound on the back of her head and the thin, white and red lines up her forearms. Harry passed him a clump of tissues which he pressed to the wound.

"Dunno," Harry replied.

"What are you planning to do with her Doug? Play doctors and nurses in your room?" Danny sneered, the alcohol turning him into his usual grumpy, intoxicated self.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," Dougie replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jessie's POV

I sat up, feeling my head pound and throb. Where was the bathroom in this place? Holding back my stomach, I ran to the door in the corner of the room and threw it open, almost crashing into someone already in there. I screamed and fell backwards, covering the man's shirt I was wearing in the remains of litres of vodka from the night before.

"Oh my god!" the person in the room yelped, grabbing me under the shoulders and leaning my head over the toilet. He rubbed my back as I was violently sick, and held my hair back from my face. Who was he? I sat back afterwards against the white wall, my head absolutely pounding.

"Here, take that shirt off and put this one on," he said, tossing me a clean, blue t-shirt. He spoke with a thick British accent. His hair was damp from being washed and I noticed a large, colourful tattoo across his chest as he took his shirt off. His five o'clock shadow was rough. I felt a twinge in my heart. He was one of the most attractive men I'd ever seen. And now he was here holding my hair back.

"Who are you?" I croaked, doing as I was told.

"I'm Dougie. Who are you?" he asked, filling a glass of water and handing it to me.

"Jessie," I replied, sipping the cold water. "What happened?"

"We found you in the alley last night and bought you back here," he replied, putting his own shirt on and rinsing his hands in the sink.

"We?"

"Me and my friends."

"Oh," I replied, downing the water and the Panadol tablets he gave me.

"How you feeling anyway? You didn't look good at all last night," Dougie said, crouching down beside me.

"Head hurts," I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Dougie? You ready?" another English voice called.

"Nearly," he called back. A blonde boy poked his head in the door."Hello," he said with a smile.

"Hi," I replied meekly, attempting to cover my legs up.

"I'm Tom," he said, reaching his hand out.

"Jessie," I replied, taking his hand.

"We were just going to get some breakfast, did you want to come?" He gave me a friendly smile as he pulled me to my feet.

"I don't have any clothes.." I replied quietly, tugging at the shirt Dougie had given me.

"I'm sure Giovanna has something for you," Tom replied, bounding happily out of the room. Giovanna? Who the hell was that? Who the hell were these guys? Where the hell was I?!

"Dougie," I said, desperately trying to comb my hair with my fingers.

"Mm?"

"Where are we?"

"Crown Towers, Melbourne," he replied with a smile, forcing a headband onto his messy blonde hair.

"You're a long way from home," I remarked. There was something so very familiar about him, and also Tom. I'd seen them somewhere. But I couldn't put my finger on it. "Tour," he replied bluntly, spraying deodorant. "Got some!" Tom came back into the bathroom holding a printed dress and a pair of nude underwear.

"Never been worn," he added, passing them to me.

"Thanks," I sighed, closing the door behind them. It was there that the panic attack started. Pieces of last night were beginning to flood back. And it hurt. And now, I was in a hotel room with two boys I didn't know and who were being strangely nice to me. Why wasn't I wearing my clothes? Why did my head feel like it had been cracked open? And why on earth was I in Crown Towers in Melbourne?! I wet a towel and wiped my remaining makeup off and pulled on the clothes Tom had gotten me. 'Giovanna' or whoever she was had good taste. I stepped out the door to see Dougie sitting on the twin bed in the room on his phone.

"Ready?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah," I replied sheepishly, tugging Giovanna's dress over my thighs.

"Oh! You need shoes," Dougie said, looking at my bare feet. He rustled through a bag at his feet and threw me a pair of black Vans.

"Thanks," I sighed, pulling them on and tossing back a couple more Panadol.

"After breakfast we'll drop you home if you like," Dougie added, putting his wallet from the bedside table and putting it in his pocket and collecting his room key from the desk.

"Thanks.." I murmured, knowing full well I didn't have a home to go to.

"Come on," he smiled, taking hold of my elbow to keep me upright. We left the room to be faced with Tom, two girls, one blonde and one brunette and two other guys I hadn't met.

"That dress looks good on you," the girl with the brown wavy hair said with a friendly smile, "I'm Giovanna."

"Jessie," I murmured, "thank you."

"Jessie this is Danny, Harry and Izzy," Dougie said, pointing to each of them. I gave them all a small wave, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the floor in a puddle of shame.

Dougie's POV

Jessie was gorgeous. Even last night when we found her, she was beautiful. And so mysterious. I was desperate to know her story. Desperate to know everything about her.

"So Jessie, where do you work?" I asked at breakfast.

She picked at her bacon and eggs and replied, "receptionist at the doctor's surgery." I shut my mouth, seeing that she didn't particularly want to talk about it. She seemed broken. Broken like me. So much like me. As the others chatted, I watched her, pushing her food around her plate. Her soft face was perfect. Her tangled, reddy-brown wavy hair, even after we washed it in the bath with soap looked perfect. She was tall and thin. An athletic body. A black eye was forming and there was a small cut on her lower lid. I winced. She truly did have a story. And I was going to find it out. I was going to help her.

Jessie's POV

After breakfast, I said goodbye to everyone except for Dougie. He was determined to hang around I guess.

"Can I walk you home?" he smiled as everyone else left.

"Um.." I trailed off and looked down at my feet.

He ushered to a park across from the hotel "come and we'll take a seat." I sat next to Dougie on the old park bench. People jogged around the track and bike riders rang their bells.

"I wish I could jog," Dougie said longingly, "I look like some kind of retarded octopus." I giggled, watching them, remembering when I was so fit I could run a marathon.

"So will I have to drive you to your house or can we walk?" Dougie asked, fiddling with the ties on his jacket.

I sighed. "I don't have anywhere to go Dougie.."

Dougie made a strange face and looked at his feet. "Oh." I fiddled with the tiny owl on my Pandora bracelet.

"Give me a second," Dougie said quietly, and he stepped away, phone in hand. I took my phone out as well, ignoring every message from David. I didn't want to see them. I played Candy Crush, finally passing the level I was stuck on until Dougie came back. He sat beside me and looked me right in the eyes.

"Jessie, I don't know if you know this, but I'm in a band. The guys you met this morning are my band mates. The two girls are Tom and Harry's wives. We live in England. We're on tour here now."

That's where I knew them from! "You're McFly aren't you?"

"Yes," Dougie blushed, smiling.

"I thought I knew you guys from somewhere."

"Anyway, we have our last show in Australia tomorrow night. Then we fly back. I know this is crazy, and out of the blue, but would you like to come back with us? To England?" Dougie looked at me with big eyes and a small smile on his face.

"Yes!" I blurted out, "I would love to!"

I had nothing here. No family, no friends, nothing. Dougie looked a little taken aback.

"Well that was easy!" he chuckled. "We'll help you get settled and everything over there if you'd like."

I smiled. I finally had a way out.

I lay in my hotel room that night, paid for by McFly. I needed time to think. I needed time alone. So, while they were playing their gig, I lay in bed, thinking. England, what an amazing new start! But then, the panic set in. What if these guys were some kind of creeps? Dougie seemed so keen to get me over there..it was a whole new country, new town, new people, new friends. That excited me and terrified me at the same time. I didn't have any friends here. I started university when I was nineteen, but at twenty (only a few months ago) I dropped out. I made no friends and struggled with every day. I had my forced job at the surgery to compensate for not going to school, but I hated it. And David...well... that was a whole other story. As was my family. But that story is long buried under piles of hate and destruction. I had nothing left for me in Australia. Time for a new start. For the first time in a very long time, I fell asleep smiling.

Danny's POV

When Dougie told us what he was doing, none of us liked it. Why had he been so quickly drawn to her? He knew nothing about her except her name! For all we knew, she could've been a complete psycho who would kill us in our sleep. We'd found her lying passed out in an alley for fuck's sake! But no one could tell him otherwise.

"Tom, why is he doing this?" I hissed as I watched them chatting at dinner.

"Leave him be Dan, he's happy."

"I know he's happy, but he barely knows her!"

"Have you ever met someone Dan, who as soon as you saw them you felt like you knew everything about them? Like one day you'd be with them forever?"

"Yeah, chocolate!" I laughed and Tom also gave a small chuckle.

"Just support him on this one. He needs something to make him happy."

I sighed and took another bite of pizza. I just didn't want to see Dougie hurt again. What if this girl turned out to be everything he DIDN'T want? After Frankie, we really didn't want to see Dougie heartbroken again.