18th July, 2003: 1.43pm
It was one of the most beautiful houses on Princess Park manor, and Tom and Danny almost didn't believe they were going to live there until they had Tom's blue Mini parked in front of their new house.
The two boys carried their bags inside, and dropped them on the hall, looking wide eyed at their place. It seemed like somewhere perfect to get inspiration, to live and have fun. A perfect place to be happy, and make dreams come true.
Tom Fletcher dropped his guitar case on the floor carefully. His pale skin and blonde hair glowed against the vivid red of his t-shirt, and his brown eyes sparkled when he thought about showing the band house to his girlfriend, Giovanna. They had met when they were thirteen, but an insignificant fight broke them apart, although Tom had never stopped loving her and had eventually won her back just a few months before. Giovanna was Italian (everyone could tell by her tanned skin, long curly brown hair and dark brown eyes), and she was on holidays with her family in the meantime. Tom wanted her to see what she meant to him. He played music for her. He wrote songs for her. He had gotten a band and a record deal for her. 1526 High Road was the proof of everything he felt for her, and thinking about what he had achieved made his chest swell with pride.
Danny Jones took a deep breath, feeling the summer air filling his nostrils, and he was happy for not being regretting his indumenta choice for that day: a white t-shirt and three quarter shorts. He received strange looks from Tom when he took his sunscreen out of one of the bags and sprayed it in his hands, covering his nose and cheeks with it. Danny didn't really care. He just didn't want his skin to get all burnt and red, due to its incapacity to get tanned, and only produce lots of freckles all over Danny's body, which he hated. He and Tom exchanged looks, as they smiled, thinking about a bright future doing what they loved the most. Right before sprinting upstairs, of course.
After the first flight of stairs, a long corridor turned to their left, with three wooden doors: one at the right, one at the left, and the other one was in the end of the wall. Tom and Danny got in the room at their right, which had to be the master bedroom, because it was insanely big. It had bright red walls, a small en-suite bathroom at their right, a big bed with red covers, and a black desk.
Danny moved towards the wall in front of the bed, which had what looked like two closet doors, but one of them had a little interrupter. He shrugged, opening the doors, but he couldn't really see anything, as it was too dark inside, despite the noon sunlight, shining through the windows. He frowned, and pressed the interrupter he had seen, being greeted by a walk-in wardrobe.
'Tom! You have to see this, mate!' He yelled with the excitement. Tom appeared from behind him quickly, surprised by the size of the wardrobe. He walked in, smiling, touching the white walls of the compartment. Danny walked in too, but his smile disappeared from his face when he saw a hanger at the back of the tiny room, with a black clothe-bag. 'The house was supposed to be new' , he thought.
'Let's see the other rooms, Dan!' Tom called him. Getting out of the wardrobe, Danny closed the doors and followed Tom to the other room at the left. This one was smaller, but still amazing. It had light blue walls, a bed at the right, and a full body mirror next to the light brown wooden desk and a closet matching the light brown floor, and light blue curtains.
'The good thing about this, Tom,' Danny said as he opened the curtains and inspected the view, 'is that Harry's not here, and we can choose the best rooms before him.'
'I know, right? By far, my favourite is the red room.' Tom replied, getting up from the bed.
'Yeah, mine to.' Danny said. 'Wanna check out the room at the end of the hall?'
'Yup, let's go.'
The last room of that floor was the smallest in the house, but it wasn't bad at all. Tom and Danny concluded the last member of McFly would take that room. They still needed a bassist.
The second floor only had a bathroom and two similar spare bedrooms, ideal for friends or family staying in on special occasions.
The attic consisted in the second biggest room of the house, with white walls, and a blue one, a big (and comfortable bed, as they noticed) bed, and a huge balcony, bringing sunlight to the entire room, which lead to the rooftop of the second floor. Danny opened the balcony door carefully, moved to the bar in the edge and looked down at the garden.
'Tom! Tom! We have a pool!' Danny screamed. Tom chuckled at the enthusiasm of his friend, and went outside too.
'So, what room do you want, Dan?' He asked.
'Uh, well, I still prefer the red room. But this one's pretty good too.' Danny replied.
'Alright, this one's mine, red room is yours. Harry and our bassist will get the smallest rooms.' Tom laughed, looking around the balcony and thinking it was a perfect place for a romantic dinner or a cheesy serenade with Giovanna.
'Tom?' Danny turned to him, with his arms hanging out of the protection bar.
'Yeah, Danny?' He asked, copying Danny's position.
'We are going to be the most awesome band ever.'
'I know.'