Titel: Luck, Love and Life
Characters: Tom, Dougie, Danny, Harry, Evelyn, Laryssa.
Summary: Six teenagers with problems run away from their homes, and end up sharing a little apartment. To be able to pay the rent they all try to get jobs and build a new better live in Birmingham. But there they face new problems, when they are haunted by their past and slowly love grows between some of them...
Author's note: This is my first fanfic about McFLY. I am totally in love with those guys, and after FINALLY coming out of a very depressing and frustrating writers block, I decided to give it a try and to write a story :D I really hope you like it.
May involve slash later, not sure yet. (though I am a flones/pudd fan xD)
Disclaimer: I don't own McFLY :'( I only own the storyline around it and Evelyn and Laryssa.
Chapter 1 / Prologue
Dougies POV
It was getting dark and cold. The sun was slowly going under, but I didn't notice. I didn't notice the dark and cold either. I was too lost in my thoughts to notice. I was worried, not relieved as I had expected when I had first had the idea to flee from Essex. I thought I would be happy to have left that stupid place I used to call home, but really was more of a jail. But I didn't feel happy, excited or relieved. I felt worried, about my younger sister, who I had now left alone. She wasn't in any kind of danger, my father doesn't hurt her like he hurts me. But we were very close, and I missed her already. But I just couldn't stay any longer in that place. It would have killed me if I'd stayed. I simply HAD to get away. So I had pretended to go to school this morning, but instead of taking the schoolbus, I stepped aboard the train on the way to Birmingham. My schoolbag hadn't been filled with books, but with clothes, food and the little money I had been able to save. I hadn't left any kind of note or message to say where I was going, I hadn't even told my sister Jazzie. I knew she would be worried, but at least she couldn't follow me, and by not saying where I was going, HE wouldn't be able to find me and drag me back to that hell. And I wasn't ever going to back if I had my way.
So I spend most of the day on the train, and then just walking through Birmingham. I'm not really sure why I wanted to go to Birmingham, but it was the first thing to come to mind. When I had just arrived I had searched for a cheap place to spend the night, but all I found was too expensive or full. And now it was getting dark and I really needed to find a place to stay now. I was tired and I felt sick and desperate. Fear was rising in my stomach, fear that my father would find me and beat me up so bad I was going to end up in the hospital. Again.
I felt so sick that I had to stop and I seated myself on an uncomfortable bench. I curled myself up and decided I would sleep on that bench tonight. Tomorrow I would search for a job. I took my rucksack of my back and clutched it while my eyelids were getting heavier and I dropped off to sleep.