A/N: Hey everyone. This is a new story that I'll be taking on. I hope that I won't get bored of it, seeing as it's something that I don't usually do. You all know I'm more of a one-shot person. But anyways, I hope you all like this, and reviews are appreciated. Thanks.

Disclaimer (I'm putting one for the whole story. It wont be there on the other chapters) : I don't own any of
the McFly members, cause if I did, I wouldn't be here writing this, now would I? I own nothing but the plot of the story.

Chapter 1
Lies

I chugged the remainder of my pint, lazily placing the exact amount of change necessary to cover my bill for the night before turning and drunkenly leaving the pub. I've learned a lot tonight. My boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, had been cheating on me for months now. We'd had a steady relationship that lasted about 4 years before chucking it down the tube.

What's far worse than the fact that he cheated was the fact that he tried to cover it up by telling me that she was only a good friend, thus lying to me. I hate liars. We might have been together for that long, but I feel as if I never knew him. It's as if I only ever saw his pretty face, letting his gorgeous blue eyes dazzle me.

I never was one to be controlled, and his ways are now apparent to me, showing me how distressed I actually was throughout that whole relationship. The realization hit me in the face like a ton of bricks. My life had been monopolized for years now. I felt as if I was a character in the Sims collections, letting someone decide of my actions for me.

I briskly walked down the street, towards my flat. I involuntarily shivered, despite my drunken state. I tightened the coat's collar around my neck, trying to keep the most warmth close to my body. Drunken bodies from people I didn't know lied next to the establishments. I kept walking all the same, not frazzled by the sleeping corpses on the ground close to my feet.

To my right, on the street, there was an accident. A small car was totally ruined while a big van stood next to it, the front lying on the street's pavement. I decided not to linger, as the ambulance was there and was about to leave with the man on the gurney and his three companions. I turned and kept walking towards my little place called home.

I arrived at my flat in a matter of minutes, unlocking the door and opening it before stepping in and quickly closing it and locking the door. I let myself fall against the door and slid to the floor, my feet still adorned by the lovely black stilettos that my friend lent me for the night. I let a lone tear slide down my cheek before wiping it away and sighing.

I tore off the stilettos and threw them before the steps. I gripped the closest solid objects to heave myself up from the floor. I shrugged out of my faux-leather coat, which I hung on the hanger by the entrance. I took to the wall for support as I made my way through the flat.

I made it to my bedroom slowly and stopped at the threshold, folding my arms across my chest. I looked at the bed, his side perfectly made and mine totally disheveled. I sighed again and went towards one of the dressers. I fished through the top drawer, retrieving an old grey shirt and some black football shorts.

I set the clothes onto the bed and started undressing myself. I started by taking off my black and red checkered button down top and placed it on the bed. Then, I took off my white camisole that I wore underneath, placing it in a lump atop the button down on the bed. I put on the old shirt and took off my bra, throwing it onto the growing pile of clothes.

I reached down to my tight skinny dark blue jeans and unfastened the button and bringing down the zipper. I shimmied out of the pair of jeans and put on the shorts. I took the clothes off the bed and floor and threw them into the dirty wash pile. I settled myself into the bed, under the fluffy down comforter and I fell into a blissful sleep.

I was awoken a couple of hours later by the phone ringing. It was surely early, the sun wasn't out yet. I turned to look at the clock, which read 3:00AM. Who would be calling at this ungodly hour, I had asked myself. I picked up the phone and grudgingly answered with a meek 'hello'.

"Miss Jefferson? This is the local hospital. We're sorry to bother you, but a young man called Harry Judd was brought into the hospital a couple of minutes ago. As you are his primary contact on paper, we are obliged to call you and inform you of the mishap. Is it possible for you to come to the hospital in the next 30 minutes, please?"

Harry Judd is my 23 year old cousin. We were practically raised together, both being at gram's for most of our childhoods. It spiked my interest that he was in hospital. I started to freak out a bit from then on. What had happened for him to be at the hospital? I quickly came back to reality and told the lady that I would be there in no less than 15 minutes. I shut the phone and shuffled out of bed.

I ran a hand through my very short, dark brown hair and put on some thongs before grabbing my purse and keys and making my way out of the flat. I put on a pair of sunglasses, even though it was dark out. I shuffled to my car, unlocked the doors and got in, starting the car and reversing out of the driveway, speeding down the street.

The roads were unusually clear. Even at 3:10AM, the roads were usually pretty busy, being home for the sleepless residents of our beautiful community. I hadn't seen Harry in ages, since he really started out in McFly, his current music group. It has now been 5 years, and I wonder why I'm still his primary contact. All the same, I get to the hospital fairly quick and park the car into the almost empty car park.

I hastily get out of the car and start walking towards the entrance, handbag in tow. I locked the door with the automatic locker, took off my sunglasses and practically ran into the hospital. I made my way towards the nurse's desk, asking where I could find any information about my cousin. The lady told me that he was in surgery, but that I could sit in the waiting room, where the doctor would come and give me news once he had any. She also told me that I should contact Harry's parents, since they didn't have the number to reach them.

I sighed and walked outside and called my aunt and uncle, explaining to them that their son was in the hospital, and I had no idea why. They told me to stay put and that they'd arrive shortly and thanked me for calling them. I hung up and walked back into the building. The nurse halted me and directed me towards a special waiting room, so that I wouldn't be harassed by any fans or reporters that could be in the hospital. I thanked her and made my way, following her instructions.

Once inside the room, I was greeted by a sight I hadn't been expecting. Three young men were sitting there, all looking at me with huge eyes. We stared at each other, shocked, before I had the decency to speak.

"I'm sorry, the nurse told me to come in here, I must have followed the instructions wrong, I best go ask her again." I started to turn the knob before being stopped by someone grabbing my forearm.

"Wait! Are you here for Harry?" the man asked me. I simply nodded my head.

"Well, we're his band mates, so you're certainly in the right room. I'm Tom, by the way, and these goofs are Danny and Dougie" he said, pointing to each man as he said their name.

"It's nice to meet you, although I would have preferred meeting you all under different circumstances. I'm Rebecca, one of his cousins." I said.

"Oh, so you're the infamous Rebecca he's been telling us about all these years. He hasn't really shut up about you since we started the band. We were actually on our way to see you at your flat to see if you wanted to go out when we got into the accident."

"Wait, I saw the accident, I was walking past it while going back home! Were you in the small car or van?"

"We were in the car. Actually, we saw someone looking at the scene before turning back to the sidewalk and going their own way. I never would have thought it was you. You seemed so different on the street than what you look like now." Tom said.

The other two were unusually quiet. I took in all of their features. Tom was tall and blond, with chocolate brown eyes, wearing a black star wars shirt and loose dark blue jeans. Dougie sat on one of the couches with his feet brought up next to him. His blondish-brown hair cropped short and styled into casual disarray, he wore a white and green stripped polo shirt and dark green board shorts. I couldn't catch his eye color, since his head was tilted to the side and his eyes were closed. By the look of it, he had fallen asleep. I giggled at that and Tom turned to look at him, groaning at the sight and went to sit next to him, using up the whole couch.

Danny, on the other hand, was wide awake. The gaze that he emitted from piercing blue eyes smoldered me as he looked deeply into my brownish-orange eyes. His hair was brown, straightened and limp on his head. His angelic face showed signs of fatigue and stress. He wore a white shirt under a dark green army like vest and loose dark jeans. Tom brought me out of my reverie as he cleared his throat.

"You know, Rebecca, you should sit down. We might be in here for a while."

I made my way next to Danny, his eyes never leaving me as I sat next to him. I started to get uncomfortable, but my aunt and uncle came in the room, quickly making me jump to my feet and into their awaiting arms. I pulled them close to me and tightened my grip on them.

We released each other and I made my way back to the love seat. Tom and Danny stood to give my aunt and uncle hugs. Tom excused Dougie, saying that the hospital gave him some medication because he was in shock after bumping his head in the accident.

We all sat, catching up with each other. The doctor came in and spoke to all of us, saying that Harry was out of surgery and that he had made it through safely. He had a major blow to the head, a few broken ribs and bad whiplash. The surgery was to stop the bleeding on his brain, as a vein popped as an aftershock to the accident. We were told not to be scared that he wasn't up yet, because the medication he was given would make him sleep for a couple more days.

My aunt asked when she could see her son, and the doctor told her she could go in now and spend the night next to him. They had set up two extra beds in the room for his visitors, knowing that we wouldn't leave Harry alone. My aunt and uncle made their way towards the room and I stayed back with the other members of McFly. As realization dawned on me, I spoke my mind.

"You must all be exhausted. Why don't us all head back to my flat. You guys could freshen up and I have enough space for you guys to sleep a while, to get your forces back."

Tom and Danny looked at each other, then at the sleeping form of Dougie next to them. Then, they looked at me, and back at each other. Danny nodded once in Tom's direction, and Tom nodded back. Danny turned to me and spoke for the first time.

"Thank you, Rebecca. We'd like to take you up on that offer." His voice sounded broken, sleep deprived. I nodded once and told them to wake Dougie as I was to tell my aunt and uncle that we were heading out. I hugged my aunt and uncle, telling them that everything would be alright, kissed my cousin's cheek and went back to the waiting room.

Dougie was now sat on the couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. They looked at me and I smiled. I motioned them to follow me. I slipped on the sunglasses and made my way out of the double doors, indicating to the boys to keep their heads low and their pace quick, as the paparazzi were hunting down any information about Harry.

We made it to the car and we all got in. Danny sat next to me in front, Tom and Dougie sat in the back. The trip home was silent as ever as we all were too deep in thought and concentration to say anything. We arrived at the flat very quickly and we stepped out of the car. I locked the door and went up the steps to the flat. We made our way in and I turned to the sofa.

I took off the pillows and uncovered the hidden bed. I told them that one or two could sleep there, and that there was a guest bedroom next to my room, which I showed them. I also showed them the linen closet, telling them to feel free to use anything from there and showed them the bathroom. We made our way back to the living room where the couch was.

I told them that the kitchen was through the door on their right and that they could use that, also. I told them to make themselves feel as if they're home and wished them a good sleep, as it was now around 6AM.

They mumbled their thank you's and sleep well's as I made my way to my room. I closed the door, threw my glasses, purse and thongs to a corner of the room and fell onto my bed, falling into a deep slumber.

A/N: REVIEW PLEASE. I won't upload anything else until I have around 10 reviews. I know it's demanding, but I hate to write if I know nobody's reading.