Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Jones or Tom Fletcher, but I do own Jenna since she's a product of my imagination.

Please, if you read, I'd appreciate a review.

Note: Originally written for a contest at the McFLY Argentina Forum which contained the certain rules - to be kept in mind when reading: had to use this bit from The Heart Never Lies' lyrics "The day that you fall, I'll be right behind you, To pick up the pieces," had to be five chapters long and written with a deadline of course, and yes, in Spanish. It's probably the worst thing I've ever written but since I translated it for a friend I had nothing to lose by posting it here, right?

Enjoy!

xx

Ellie


I never doubted you at all

1

Peace is commonly known as the absence of all kinds of violence, which means that there can't be in the International Society we live in…

"Jenna! Pick up the phone, it's Danny!" my mom yelled at me from downstairs while I looked at my notes for the eighteenth time trying hard not to fall asleep - I was having a huge exam in two days time. Given that I was listening to music with the maximum volume possible, it was no wonder I hadn't listened to the phone ringing. I got up from my desk's chair and picked up the phone that was on my beside table.

"Hey!" I said while I laid on my bed, exhausted after an endless day of studying.

"How's my nerd?"

Just listening to his voice made me smile. Four days had gone by since I'd last seen Danny, my boyfriend, who was in London auditioning for a band. He played the guitar, like no other did; with such a passion that you could easily tell this was his thing. A month before I'd seen a small advertisement on the NME Magazine, in which an important record company was looking for a guitarist for a band.

"I think that if I see one more page highlighted I'll throw up," I said heavily, to which he laughed. "What about you? How's London?"

"Well, I see everything's wonderful over there," he said sarcastically. "This is great, you've got no idea… I wish you were here with me, you'd love it!"

"One day love, one day…"

"I got no doubt of it. Anyhow, I'll tell you everything when I get back home."

"It's a promise Jones, eh? And how are you preparing for the audition, nervous? It's in half an hour, right?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way there. Not nervous, mostly anxious. You know, just the fact of thinking that this could be my chance and that there might not be another one is a bit scary. When I signed up yesterday there were just so many names in that list…"

"Daniel Alan David Jones, don't even dare to start thinking things twice for the first time in your life. You've survived 17 years acting out of impulse, and you did pretty well that way! If I don't remember wrongly it was out of impulse that you walked up to me in that pub eight months ago, and it's thanks to that night that we're together now, right?"

"Yeah, I know, and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you… but… what if they turn me down babe?"

"Well, first off – if they do turn you down they aren't smart people cause they are obviously not seeing what they'd miss. And in second place… well, if it's not today it'll be some other time. But you'll get your chance, you'll see. This is your thing; you've said it yourself a million times! Do you really think that if they turn you down now and they tell you 'you're not what we're looking for' you're gonna get back home and start studying Nuclear Engineering? Please Danny, don't make me laugh. We both now you were born to be on a stage and that you're not going to stop until you get there. And I don't want to hear you say another single 'But,' because I know you can do it, period." Okay, so… I may be a little harsh when I say things, but he knows I care about him. And when he's all doubtful like now it actually irritates me quite a lot, the fact that he doesn't realize the potential he's got!

"Thanks Jen, I needed that..."

"It's okay love, you'll do great, trust me. I'm gonna have my fingers crossed for you, anyway,"

"I'll call you when I'm finished, alright?"

"Deal," I suddenly heard my mom calling me from the kitchen to help her make dinner. "Dan I've got to go, mom wants me to help her cooking…"

"No problem. Jen?"

"Mhm?"

"Thanks. I really care about you, you know?"

I bit my bottom lip and smiled to myself. "Back at you Danny, best of luck!"

"Thanks, I'll call you later!"

A couple of seconds later I'd hung up the phone and I was going down the stairs on my way to the kitchen where my mom was cutting onions and tomatoes for a salad.