When Daddy's Not Around.

Rating: 15
Warnings: Sexual references. Pregnancy. Rape.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own McFly, So I can't get you their numbers. Sorry.

Part One- Courage

I took a deep breathe and took a step towards the ominous front door. The driveway looked and felt newly tarmacked as I walked across it's hot surface and I could smell the grass had been cut just that morning. I clasped my hands together as they shook with nerves. I still hadn't worked out what I was going to say when the door was opened to me. I figured I'd go on the spur of the moment. That usually worked for me and I was never one to be speechless.

The door opened as I went to rap my knuckles across it.

"What do you want?" A man in his late twenties stood leaning against the doorframe.

"Wrong house." I replied quickly and turned to go. A hand grabbed around my wrist and I was forced to face the man again.

"You've been watching the house for three days. What do you want?" He said more sternly. His murky blue eyes penetrated mine from underneath a blonde fringe.

"I'm.. I'm looking for H...Harry Judd." I stammered.

"You look a little young to be one of Harry's." He remarked. "He's not in. Give me your name and I'll tell him you called around."

"I'm Brenna Judd." I replied.

"Judd?" He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't realise he had a little sister."

"I'm his daughter." I whispered.

The man was silent, just staring at me.

"Sorry I shouldn't have come." I mumbled.

"Harry!" He yelled into the house.

"I thought you said he was out." I said. My voice had become a considerable amount quieter than before.

"Because I thought you were one of his one nighters." He replied then turned his head towards the interior of the house again. "Harry! Now!"

"If this isn't a good time.." I was going to bottle it. I was going to chicken out.

"I'm Dougie by the way." The man a the door spoke up again. "Harry! For Fcks Sake!"

"I'm coming, what is it?" Came a voice from inside.

I watched as a figure came into focus. Tall, kinda scruffy looking what with all the stubble, and amazingly blue eyes. This was the first time I'd seen him. Face to face anyway. It was easy to grab any old Picture of Harry Judd. One quarter of a pop sensation wasn't hard to miss really. Just do a Google search. I'd always preferred wikipedia.

"Well?" Harry looked from Dougie and then to me. "Do I know you?"

I shook my head simply, still gawping up at him. It was hard to believe I was standing right in front of the man that had played a major part in giving me life.

"I should go. Really." I said. I couldn't do it. I really couldn't. What if he never wanted anything to do with me?

"Is she a fan?" Harry asked Dougie.

"Her name's Brenna." Dougie said. "I'm going to give you three guesses as to why she's here."

This guys sense of humour wasn't exactly lacking in the unusual and the slightly cruel department.

"She wants an autograph?" Harry frowned. "You do look really familiar..." He said to me.

"Eh-Urr!" Dougie made a quiz show buzzer type noise. "Try again."

"A Shag?" Harry laughed.

"Oh give me strength." I rolled my eyes. Both men looked at me oddly. Did I say that out loud? Oops.

"Last guess Judd," Dougie grinned. "Make it a good one."

"She's dying and... I'm fed up. Can't you just tell me?" He looked rather agitated as he spoke. Mum said he was wound up easily. Even if the last time she saw him was when she was fifteen.

"Go ahead Bre." Dougie said. I went to talk but clammed up. "It's okay, he won't kill you."

"Is she the one that scratched my car?" Harry raised an eyebrow looking quite alarmed.

I sighed and unzipped my shoulder bag, fumbling amongst all of the belongings I'd stuffed in there. Aha. I pulled out a small cuddly toy. A White rabbit that Harry had once upon a time named 'Puggle'.

"Where did you get that?" He asked eyes wide open

"You brought it for me." I replied quietly as he took it out of my hands, examining it carefully.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I took one last look at my dad, at Dougie and then ran. I cried as I came to a walking speed. I cursed myself for being so stupid. but how would I have coped if he'd shut the door? Laughed in my face? I'd rather not know now.