Disclaimer :
I do not own, know or pretend to know McFly in any way, etc etc etc.
About My Fic :
Like it said in the title, it's a McFly fic but when you read it you'll find it's also about Dougie in special.
It's based on a life that sadly definitely doesn't include McFly...
Oh, how I wish it did...
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He Remembered…
"Come on girl, we're going to be so late!"
Will she ever be able to relax? Probably not…
"I can't find my iPod anywhere!", I yelled down the stairs.
"Who cares about you iPod, we're going to a concert, you won't even need it!"
"Think again! I'll be in a car, with you, for over an hour, either listening to McFly songs or your McFly stories. If I don't take my iPod, I'll be sick of them before we even arrive, and you'll be going to the concert alone."
She was confused at first, but then she seemed to agree.
"Fine, I'll help you look!", she said as she came running up the stairs.
Riley is the most fanatic McFly fan ever known to mankind. She knows everything, owns everything and is a member of everything slightly McFly-ish.
She's one of my best friends, I've known her since forever really and we get along great, but when it comes too McFly she just gets on my nerves sometimes.
"Where on earth did you pu…" "Got it!"
I was just in time because it wouldn't have taken her much longer to lose it.
"So where was it, I've looked everywhere?" She came walking out of her bathroom.
"Well I could have told you that looking for it in the bathroom would be kind of pointless. It was under YOUR bed, any ideas as to how it got there?"
She takes my stuff all the time but I could see that she really didn't have a clue this time.
"I don't know, I cleaned up this morning. Well, mum asked me to anyway. I just didn't have time to do it so I put everything under the bed. Don't look at me like you never do that!"
"I was just kidding! Come on, I got everything now, let's go!"
CH/2
So there we were, on our way to London. And as I could have predicted, Riley started her McFly talk as soon as we took the first turn, with still an hour to go. She soon got tired of talking though and decided to play every McFly album she had with her. This was going to be one long ride…
Sorry's not good enough. Why are we breaking up? Cause I didn't treat you rough so please don't go changing! What was I thinking of? You said…
We were both singing as loud as we could. I had really tried not to give in but, after half an hour of very, very false singing from her side, I decided it would be better to just attempt and sing along with her. We were both rubbish, but being rubbish together seemed like more fun than just one of us being it and the other one having to listen to it! Plus, it killed time…
'Cause obviously, she's out of my reach. I'm wasting my time 'cause she'll never be mine and I know I never will be good enou
"What do you think you're doing?"
She looked at me as if I had just committed some huge crime.
"Uhm, turning it off! We're here, Riley."
"You could have just left it on you know, the song was almost over."
"Get out of the car you! Help me get the bags inside."
"Fine, but I'll put it on the list!" , she said to herself before she finally came to help me.
NEXT IS NOT A CHAPTER, JUST SOME INFORMATION
The List! Where do I begin to explain?
It's something she started two years ago, when I went for London to live with my brother and left her behind in Southend. She refused to talk to me for a while after I told her I would be moving, and held on to it for about two weeks. When the day of leaving had come I decided I'd had enough. I told her she could come and visit me if she wanted, but if she wouldn't come that next week I would never talk to her again. After my little outburst, she decided not to be mad at me anymore.
But she made a list back then, with all things on it that she's turned a blind eye to since.
(Those are her words.)
I remember her saying : "I forgive you all of the things you have done that are on this list, because I am a very good friend. Be a good one too, and remember this when I need you most!"
To people that don't know us it may sound as if she's a real bitchy drama queen, but trust me, it's what makes our friendship special. We don't take anything to seriously, let alone this List. It's just something that has linked us in some weird way. Don't ask, I hardly get it myself!
But that is the story behind the List, a crucial element in our friendship!
Now let's get back to the real story…
CH/3
Chloe POV
We went into the kitchen, and by the look of it, my brother hadn't been home while I'd stayed at Riley's. Not that I really cared, with him out we had the house to ourselves.
We got our stuff upstairs and grabbed something to eat.
"What time is it?", Riley asked.
"I don't know, time to get going I guess!"
"What about the bed and stuff?"
Whoops, hadn't really given that a thought yet.
"We'll get you settled after the concert, there's no time for that now."
"No problemo. Let's go then!"
She paused when she saw my car key on the kitchen counter. "I'll drive!"
"Yeah and wreck my car, I don't think so! We're walking…"
"I for one am not going to walk all the way to…"
"All the way? It's five blocks! Now let's go, I thought you wanted to be there on time?"
"I'm coming, I'm coming, chill!" , and with that she threw my car keys back on the counter.
It was already pretty crowded when we arrived, but we had front row tickets. When we had finally made our way to the front, the show was about to start. McFly came on and Riley started singing like mad. It took me a while to finally feel it, but when I did I too got carried away.
Riley POV
She finally seemed to enjoy it. Good, because I almost started feeling guilty.
I dragged her to every concert, every signing, everywhere really, in order to see McFly.
It was the only way to keep hold of her. When she had moved to London, our friendship changed. We didn't see each other anymore, we stopped hanging out. That is to be understood of course, but I missed her.
So when I got the tickets for that concert back then, I took her, even though she didn't like them that much. And ever since then, we visited every concert together.
"Enjoying?", Chloe asked, and my thoughts were gone immediately.
"Of course! You?"
"I have to admit, I am!", she laughed.
"Well good, 'cause it's still far from over!"
When the next song started we both were singing like mad. Chloe had learned the words to all their songs in no time, probably because they're the only ones on my iPod. I keep playing them all day, and when I'm not listening to them I'm singing them myself. I know Chloe hated it when I did that, but she didn't seem to mind it that much lately. And now here we were, both singing our lungs out to McFly, the one band on earth Chloe isn't really into.
I'll have to thank her for that later…
Chloe POV
I didn't stop singing untill the end of the show. This was definitely one of their best shows we had seen, but maybe that was because it really was up close and personal. Riley had tried, several times, to dismay of the very fat guy walking around in front of the stage, to touch them when they came to the edge of the stage. Her goal was to talk to them, touch them, or get something from them, every time we went to a concert or a signing, but her luck had left her this time.
No need to say that she was quite depressed when we came outside to find that they had already left. We waited and waited, but after a while she decided to give up. For the first time ever, she didn't reach her goal, and I really did feel sorry for her.
Little did we know…
CH/4
Tom POV
"So how do you feel about it now, Mr Not-Really-Feeling-It?"
I know that came out a bit harsh, but he knew what I meant.
"It was fine I guess…" , he answered.
"Fine? Doug, it was awesome, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, just… "
"Hey guys I just wanted… Did something happen?" Danny asked while he stormed in.
"Not really, Mr. Douglas here is being an ass!" , I answered him.
"I am not! Where's Harry?" , Dougie quickly changed the subject.
"I don't know, ran off to the toilet as soon as he got off stage. He looked a bit weird."
"Is he not coming with us tonight then?" Dougie asked him.
Before Danny could answer, Harry walked in.
"Who's not coming with us?"
"Well, we thought YOU weren't coming with US. As in us three going without you." , I told him.
"Are you kidding me? Of course I am coming. When do we leave?"
"Uh as soon as possible."
"Oh but we're taking the back door so they won't see us leaving." , Danny informed us.
"Alrighty then, let's go!" , Harry yelled almost uber-happy.
Dougie POV
Why was Tom so annoying? I just said I wasn't really feeling it before we went on, like he never had that feeling! He was making such a big deal of it.
Truth is, I did enjoy myself once we started playing.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
Tom again. Did he ever mind his own business?
"Nothing's wrong, I told you. Just a bit distracted."
"By what? You're thoughts are everywhere but here."
"Never mind Tom, let's just have fun tonight ok?"
I couldn't have told him, 'cause it was a bit silly to be honest. I didn't even know for sure, maybe I got someone else mistaken for her. I only saw her for like ten seconds that one time, plus I was never good at remembering faces.
And even if it was her, what was I going to do about it?
CH/5
Chloe POV
"I'm sorry Riles…"
"Doesn't matter, I'll get a chance next time."
I felt so bad for her, she looked like she was about to cry.
God, how can a band do something like that to a person?
I swear, it's not healthy!
"It's not like we'll never see them again, right?" , she tried, not very convincing.
"I have an idea!" , and I grabbed her by the arm.
"You said they'll be around for signings tomorrow…"
"Yeah but Chloe, I don't have a wristband, it's too late."
"No it's not! My brother has a friend who works there! I'm sure we'll be able to convince him. Especially with you being a youth in need who has a terrible disease and will maybe die tomorrow…"
She seemed to think about it for a moment.
"You're insane, listen to yourself!", she laughed.
"Well, if we don't get in at least I got you smiling again!"
"True. Now is there any place we could go to have a drink? Somewhere quiet and where I don't have to stand, 'cause my feet are killing me!"
"Yeah I know a place, it is two more blocks away though. Will they be able to walk there?"
"I hope so, if not I'll just leave them here. I can walk without my feet!"
"Uhuh, sure. Come on, you idiot."
She looked like she was in pain, and after a few steps she decided to take her shoes off.
"Who makes these things anyway?" , she complained.
"Well, who wears them? I told you not to, Converse are way better!"
"Shut up you. Where are you taking me anyway?"
"You'll see…"
I had never taken her there before, but I was sure she would love it. It was a really nice place to hang out. I used to go there with my brother every weekend. It was a coffeehouse during the day and after eight it was more or less like a pub.
The owners, the Petersons, were a married couple in their late 60's. They were the nicest people I had ever met. Not too many people knew about the place, and people who came there were usually a lot older than me, but I didn't care. Well, I wouldn't go there all by myself, but if you were with someone else it was a nice and quiet place to hang out.
Just what me and Riley, and her feet, needed.
Danny POV
"Where the hell are we going?"
I really didn't get it. Why were we walking this way?
Everyone else walked the other way, to nightlife and pubs.
"Will you be patient?" , Tom asked.
"Well I will be as soon as I know where we're going!"
"I told you, we're going for a drink."
"Like I didn't get that, I'm not stupid you know!"
"Now don't start lying to us Danny, we all know you are!" , Harry remarked.
"Oh shut up, I'm not!"
"Oi! Can you two stop arguing please? There it is."
Tom pointed at something that looked like a normal house, well, in my opinion.
"Tom, that's not a pub, you said we were…" , I began.
"It is a pub, wait and see."
He pushed the door, and I was convinced it wouldn't even open, but it did. We walked in and to my surprise, we actually were in a pub. Not very big, not very crowded and people weren't really loud, but a pub nonetheless.
"Well have you ever! Ann, come over here, it's Tom Fletcher!"
The bartender seemed to know Tom from somewhere. No idea how really, 'cause to be honest, he looked rather old to me.
Tom walked over to him and another woman, must've been his wife, joined them.
"Hey Mr. and Mrs. Peterson! It's been a long time!"
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