A/N:This is the first of any of my chaptered fics that I have actually finished. It has been kind-of sitting around for a couple months because I wasn't sure about it. So I hope you like it. Comments are very much appreciated! :) Xx
Disclaimer: Sadly this is just fiction, hence the term "Fan Fiction"
Chapter 1
"Tom, do we really have to keep doing this?" Danny whined as they walked into the building to go through yet another round of auditions for bassists to make their band complete.
"You want to be in a band, right?" Danny gave Tom the 'ummm… duh!' look, "Well we can't have a band without a bassist."
"Ok what if I give you a deal?" Tom stop and looked at Danny, mentally trying to decide whether or not he wanted to hear his idea, being vaguely aware of what goes on in Danny's head.
"Go on." Tom started slowly, crossing in arms.
"Well if we don't find someone today we could take a week off…" Danny trailed off, anticipating Tom's reaction.
"You're joking, right? The record company only gave us 2 months to find someone and-"
"And we will." Danny cut Tom off, "But Tom we don't need to do auditions every single day for two months. We will put another advert out and then take a week off. We need a break, please." Danny pushed out his bottom lip and gave Tom the puppy dog look.
The blonde kept his arms crossed with an emotionless expression for a good few seconds before caving. "Fine, one week." Tom held up one finger to emphasize his point, "Then its straight back to work, got it?"
The brunette nodded and let out a girlish sort-of squeal then basically jumped into Tom's arms.
"Ok, ok." Tom laughed and pushed Danny off of him, "But for today we have to do our job."
"Unfortunately." Danny mumbled under his breath as Tom started to walk away.
Tom stopped again, "What was that?" He asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
Danny attempted to act innocent, "Oh noting not a thing. Cruella." and then took off down the hall before Tom could retaliate.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Tom yelled back and took off after the other guitarist.
Danny twisted his head while still running to look at Tom and stuck his tongue out. Then Danny turned his head back to look forward and ran straight into a door.
Tom didn't even pause to see if the brunette was alright. "Serves you right." the blond said with a smug expression and walked through the doors into the audition room.
Danny joined him several minutes later rubbing his head where a fairly large purple bruise was starting to form.
"How's you're head?" Tom asked leaning forward on the table as Danny sat down.
Danny gave him a rather pissed off look, "Oh, shut up."
Tom tried to lean over to snatch Danny up in a hug, but after a few moments with no avail Tom gave up and sent the brunette a glare.
"Fine be a git about it." Tom said knowing the Danny couldn't stay mad at him for long.
Which proved to be true as the brunette went back to being his happy, goofy, and sometimes quite dumb self not long after.
That day they looked at several bassists but none of them seemed to be quite what they were looking for. Of course Tom and Danny weren't quite sure exactly what that was, but none seemed to fit.
Later that afternoon their drummer Harry, who they had chosen a few weeks prior, had joined them and he didn't really seem to like any of them either. Several hours later with no success what so ever they decided to take Danny's advice to give up for the day and start again the week after next.
After they had walked out of the building the three had mutually decided to walk through downtown London to get their mind off of the day's events, or rather lack there of. As they were passing a record store on one of the side streets something made them stop abruptly, at the same time the two guitarists and the drummer backed up and peered in.
What they saw was a young boy no older than the age of sixteen sitting on an amp with a bass guitar on his lap. From what they could hear, with the glass separating them from the boy, he was playing what sounded like a Blink 182 song. He was nodding his head to the beat with his blonde fringe covering most of his face, which was screwed up in deep concentration, and yet somehow he looked completely at ease and relaxed.
The three boys were absolutely mesmerized by the sound this boy was making with his fingers; they stayed rooted on the spot just watching him through the window as people weaved their way around them. Finally after a few moments of complete and utter silence, it was Danny who stepped forward first making his way into the shop. Tom and Harry gave each other a look before following the guitarist in.
"Oi!" Danny called over making the young boy jump up and set the bass down quickly, clearly startled.
"Hey, hey it's ok." Tom said in a calmer, softer voice then shot Danny a glare for being so boisterous. "Where did you learn to play like that?' The blonde asked as he saw the bassist start to calm down.
"I- I taught myself." The boy stuttered and bowed his head, staring at the floor.
"Really?" Danny asked clearly impressed and with his head still bowed the boy nodded slowly.
"Hey we are putting together a band but we still need a bassist. Do you think you would be interested?" Tom asked hoping that they had finally found what they were looking for. But his hopes were crushed when he saw the boys head shoot up quickly with what appeared to be a rather frighten look on his face.
"Oh no- no thank you." He stuttered once again with his eyes blown wide then turned around and quickly grabbed his jacket.
"Why not?" Harry stepped forward looking pensively at the boy, who was on his way to the door had stopped in his tracks and glanced at the three older boys.
"I just really have to go." He mumbled as he exited the door quickly and took off down the street.
Danny, Tom, and Harry watched him sprint further ad further down the sidewalk.
"Surely a boy his age wouldn't be wearing something like that on a Saturday." Harry spoke first still looking pensive.
"What?" Tom and Danny said at the same time then looked at each other than back at Harry both clearly confused.
Harry sighed loudly "He was wearing a white work shirt and black trousers. Someone his age should be wearing street clothes on a Saturday."
"Maybe he has a job?" Danny stated still looking confused.
"He seems a bit young though, doesn't he?" Tom said now looking just as pensive as Harry.
Danny shrugged, "Yeah I guess." The brunette started towards the door. "Now how about that holiday?"
Tom agreed and the two of them exited the shop together, Harry trailed several steps behind them clearly deep in thought.
'That boy had some sort of secret, the problem was finding out what it was, the even bigger problem was wondering if he was ever going to see him again.'
