AN: OK, so I'll try not to ramble. Basically I wrote the first few chapters of this a while ago but never had the courage to put it up. But thanks to some encouragement from McFlyer1 I've been persuaded. So anyway, I'll post the first few chapters now. I hope it's not rubbish, no-one's ever read anything I've written before so it might be awful, let's hope not. So yeah, my first fanfic... Please Review to let me know if it's worth carrying on with haha :)
You chose to let me down...
Chapter 1
Danny's POV
Living with your uncle who's a band manager has many perks. Firstly, if we record some songs we're pretty much guaranteed a record deal. But even better, he has to spend a lot of time away for business which means no parents in the house for nights on end... Which means PARTY! Tonight was one of those nights.
"Seriously, mate... How are you gonna explain that one to your dad?" I asked Tom, the four of us staring wide-eyed at the pile of wood on the floor that once was a coffee table.
"I...shit, I don't know" Tom replied, sucking in a breath and running his hands through his hair.
"We could... err... say that..." Harry stammered searching the room for an answer. "...Nope sorry man, I got nothing either" he said, looking apologetically at Tom.
"Still, at least it was a good night, right guys?" I said, trying to lighten the mood.
Tom looked up from the broken table and a broad smile appeared on his face. "Hell yeah, mate." He laughed, memories of the legendary party crossing his mind. "It was mental. Never gonna forget that one!" Harry laughed too and I couldn't help but grin. It had been a good night.
"Guys...?" A small voice said. It was the first time Dougie had spoken since the boys had discovered the broken table and decided to call it a night with the party. "What's dad gonna say when he sees the state of the house?" He laughed nervously, looking around at the empty bottles and cans, and pizza boxes strewn across the living room and up the stairs. But then his expression became pained and almost scared once more. He was the youngest of us, only 16, and he was quite shy at the best of times.
I stopped smiling as the reality hit me. We were gonna be in so much trouble.
"He's not... Because we're gonna get this cleaned up before he gets home. He's not due back until tomorrow night anyway, and we can come up with a reasonable explanation for the state of the table by then." Tom said, taking charge, trying to convince himself more than anyone. Dougie still didn't look convinced, but there was no other option but to do as Tom had suggested.
We started the never-ending job of tidying the house, there were slices of mangled pizza everywhere, and empty bottles covered every surface. A little while later Harry came out of the downstairs bathroom with a mixture of confusion and disgust on his face, carrying what looked like a pregnancy test at arm's length.
"Err, guys?" He started.
"Oh yeah... That's mine, guys, I'm sorry I was gonna tell you, but I didn't know how to. I'm pregnant..." I said, looking deadly serious before a wide grin spread across my face, and a glint appeared in my eye. The other three stood there stunned for a second, before falling about laughing at my wit.
"Trust you, Danny" Tom sighed, still clutching his sides from the pain of laughing too hard. After a minute he calmed down. "Seriously though, I wonder whose it is and what it's doing in here" he said.
"I don't even wanna know" Dougie piped up, and the rest of us burst into fits of laughter again.
The next thing we heard was enough to stop us laughing immediately, however. There was a bang as a door slammed shut, followed by a loud "WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD HAS HAPPENED IN HERE! THOMAS, DOUGIE?" Fletch was home, and he sounded angry... very angry.
We all stood there, wide-eyed and too scared to move. Loud footsteps could be heard coming down the hall towards the living room. We looked at each other, searching each others' eyes for some sort of help, but to no avail.
Tom looked at Harry, then back to me and Dougie. "Run!" He whispered. He grabbed mine and Dougie's jacket hoods, pulling us in the direction of the back door as Fletch appeared in the doorway at the other end of the room. He let go as he flew out of the back door behind Harry. I followed quickly behind, needing no more prompting than the maniacal look on Fletch's usually laid-back face.
We ran and ran, for what felt like ages, until we reached the park that we spent so much of our free time in, writing songs and just mucking about. I doubled over, gasping for breath and fell to the ground in a heap of laughter. Tom fell down next to me, laughing too.
"Quality night, mate" I said. "This is gonna go down in history, I swear."
But my broad smile quickly vanished at the next words I heard.
"Guys," Harry started, "where's Doug?"
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