Please note: This is written from a character I invented point of view, she is completely fictional. And though I count this as a McFly Fan Fiction, I'm not entirely sure when they will becoming in to it, but once introduced they will be main characters, some members more than others.
I was just an ordinary teenage girl…well at least I thought I was.
I sat in my room, just staring at the ceiling. Had what my father just told me, possibly be true? Sure, I'd never met my mum, well I had but I couldn't remember her…I'd lived with my aunt until I was eight years old, that had been explained too. It actually made me ill.
How could he not have told me before? Why leave it til now? Probably so he could run off with another woman, like he had done to my brothers mum
All my life I thought I was an only child, until I was eight I had been raised by my aunt, growing up with my cousins. Then my Dad comes and brings me back to his house. He'd only got a girlfriend recently; it would explain why he'd told me now, so he could run off with his new woman in to the sunset… perfect sense
I sat up, looking around my room. My brother's face had been on my wall this whole time! Not to mention his band mates. Everyone had always said we had the same eyes, but I never would have made a connection like that. Good job it wasn't my brother I'd had a crush on.
My father had actually told me a couple of weeks ago, all my stuff was packed up in boxes, the only thing still being out was my bed, poster and clothes for today. We were moving, me, Dad and Silvia, but I wasn't going with them, and they were taking me to my brothers.
I doubt he even knows me, I am a result of an affair after all, the one that split his parents around the time his band started, he was only fifteen, seven years old me
"Belle!"
I sighed, I didn't want to go downstairs, didn't want to go near either of them, if they wanted me away so badly, why not skip breakfast and send me to my brothers now? No point in being polite
I ran the brush through my dark blonde hair, so that Silvia wouldn't go on about how I don't present myself. Usually I'd ignore this, she's not my bloody mum, my mum died when I was a year old, but I wanted as little conversation as possible today.
I walked down the old staircase; all the photos had been taken down, now it was just a bleak creamy colour. I could hear them laughing in the kitchen, urgh they made me sick
"Hello sweetheart" Dad smiled, making the skin around his eyes crinkle "You already to go?"
"Yep" I took a sip of the orange juice that Silvia had just put in front of me, I hate orange juice but I couldn't be bothered to complain
"Are you excited?" She asked me, I shrugged
"I would be, if I was going to live with my long lost brother who turned out to be in a major English band"
"He's my half brother" I pointed out "And he may not even take me in so you two will be stuck with me"
"Oh he'll take you" Dad said "I know what he's like. But if he doesn't, you can go to your sisters"
I secretly declared I'd rather go to my brothers, I didn't know anything about my sister really, only her name, whereas I was kind of like my brother, not majorly but he had some similarities, the main one being music of course.
"What time are we leaving?" I asked
"As soon as you're ready" He said
"Do I have time for breakfast?" I asked
"Yes"
"And a shower?"
"Yes"
"Hair and make up?"
Silvia wrinkled her nose up at me "Why do you need to do your hair and make-up?"
"Because I want to" I lied, I really wanted to do it incase the other guys were there
"You never usually bother"
"Now Silvia" Dad said "You're always going on to her about presenting herself, so if she wants to, let her"
I smirked slightly, I got my way, this rarely happened. Maybe he felt bad for sending me to my brothers, but I didn't care, I was finally going to meet my brother, Dougie Poynter