The Meaning of 'Responsibility' Chapter 2, a just my luck fanfic

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Brownie points will be awarded at the end of the chapter, and cameos (or new parts) will be introduced in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I still own McFly. So there. : P

WARNING: 10 YEAR-OLD SINGING KARAOKE TO RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS. I mean, what's a wild party without karaoke? 'Course, this'll be the last time, I swear.

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The next morning, Danny Jones woke up slowly, blinking his eyes against the bright sun streaming in through his windows. As his eyes adjusted, he stretched widely, yawning. Then the scent of coffee hit his nose. He sat for a moment, stood and, for the second time in as many days, walked slowly and quietly towards the kitchen. Before he rounded the corner, someone called cheerfully, "Morning, Danny!"

"OH GOD!" he whipped around, clutching his chest, to see Delilah standing behind him, holding a cup of coffee.

"Tom's in the kitchen, he wanted me to bring this upstairs and wake you up." She handed the mug to him, smiled, and walked into the kitchen, Danny following. Sure enough, Tom was standing at the stove with a spatula in his hand, making pancakes and what smelled like sausage.

"Good morning, star shine! The Earth says 'hello'!" Tom turned to grin at him.

"Don't rip off Willy Wonka, he's cool," Delilah hopped onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table and took the mug that he offered to her.

"No coffee for the munchkin," Danny mock glared at Tom. Delilah hit his arm.

"One, no more references to my height. Two, this is hot chocolate. Perfectly acceptable for a girl my age, right?"

Danny rolled his eyes and nodded as Delilah giggled.

"Oh, by the way, Danny, Dougie and Harry are stopping by later. Said they want to give Delilah a proper welcome party. They were saying something about bring a karaoke machine and tons of guests and…well, just keep your alcohol locked up, alright?"

Delilah laughed as Danny shook his head, grinning.

"This should be an interesting night…"

AT THE PARTY

"Danny, this was an amazing idea to throw a party for Delilah!" Matt Willis called to him.

"It wasn't my idea, it was Dougie and Harry's!" he yelled back. Matt just gave him a, 'suuure-I-believe-you' grin and resumed chatting with the karaoke man. Danny sighed and walked into the kitchen. It was bordering on disaster. Food was all over the floors and counters, the cupboards were hanging open and half empty, and SOMEHOW, someone had found his booze and opened a bar. People were getting drunk, and he was beginning to worry about Delilah. Although she kept reassuring him that she was fine and that she could handle herself, he couldn't help noticing that she began to withdraw from the party more and more before people would drag her back. At the moment, he spotted her talking to a not entirely sober-looking female whom Danny had never met before. He sighed again and weaved his way through the crowd towards the two girls. He now noticed the slight woodenness to her smile as she continued chatting.

"Hey Delilah, I need your help in the kitchen," he muttered to her when he reached them. She turned and nodded before facing the lady and saying, "I'm sorry, but Danny needs me."

"It's fine, sweetheart," she slurred. "Take your time."

Delilah nodded quickly and followed Danny into the kitchen.

"Holy crapsticks!" she shouted when she reached the room and jumped. "What happened?"

"A wild party and large amounts of alcohol," Danny arched an eyebrow and watched as Harry rummaged through the fridge. He turned around, clutching a can of what looked like beer to his chest, and spotted the two standing in the doorway.

"Delilah!" he cried, clearly delighted. "We've been looking everywhere for you, it's time for your special karaoke performance!"

"Karaoke-?"

"Before she could finish, Harry had dragged her off, Danny hot on their heels. When they finally got to the stage, Delilah was struggling against Harry's grip on her wrist and yelling, "HELP ME SOMEONE! HE'S MAKING ME DO KARAOKE AGAINST MY WILL! DANNY, HELPPPP!!"

Danny laughed and, deciding to help her a bit, muttered something to the karaoke man. He grinned and flipped through all of his karaoke CDs before picking one out and popping it in. As the song blared out of the speakers, Delilah froze for a second before smiling. And finally, she started singing, trying not to look too happy about the song choice.

"Yeahhhhhhhhh, yeah, yeah
Now it's fallin' around you
Pick up the pieces
You know they won't fit
Teardrops are fallin' down like rain
Ocean water around you
I see it comin' 'round again
I know

Now I realize that I'll be fine and I'll forget you
Will you ever learn that there's more to life than helping yourself?
Will I reach out my hand and stop you from fallin', which starts this over again?

This time there's nowhere left to talk as I run down the boardwalk
Trying hard to forget your face
I know
Wish I could finally find the strength to open up your letters
I think I'll throw them all away instead

When will I finally find the strength to open up your letters?
I think I'll throw them all away
Forget you all together
When will I find my way back home?
Find my way on back home
My way back home
And now it's falling around you
Pick up the pieces
You know they won't fit"

The room exploded into applause. Delilah smiled, blushing heavily, and hurried down from the stage. Danny grinned at her.

"You were great up there, squ-"

"Don't finish that sentence," she laughed, and yawned.

"What time is it?"

Danny glanced at his watch and arched an eyebrow.

"It's only 11:30. Why, are you tired?"

She stuck her tongue out at him and walked over to Dougie, Tom, and Harry, who were waving frantically at her and grinning madly. Danny followed her.

"Delilah, you were amazing!" Tom slapped the girl a high five, grinning. Dougie hugged her whilst Harry ruffled her hair fondly.

"Wasn't that bad, now was it?" he teased. Delilah glared at him playfully and swatted his hand away.

"You owe me big time, Hazza," she grumped. Harry raised an eyebrow as the other three men laughed loudly.

"'Hazza'? Where did that come from?"

"Dunno," she shrugged. "It sounds cooler than 'Harry', doesn't it?"

"Well, then, I get to make up a nickname for you!"

"SINCE WHEN?!"

Danny, shaking his head and chuckling, left the group and moved back to the kitchen to find it, if at all possible, worse than he had left it.

"How the hell do these people do this?" he groaned, and began picking his way across the trash-strewn floor to the fridge to see how empty it was. He swung it open and winced. The only things left were a couple six-packs and some cheese. Gritting his teeth, he began to look through his cupboards and his freezer, finding everything to be either completely or half-empty. He would have to do some major grocery shopping tomorrow. But for now, he decided, he was going to have a beer. Just one, of course. What's the harm in getting slightly buzzed? I mean, they HAD trashed his house; he might as well enjoy what time not cleaning he had left.

One hour and almost two entire six-packs later, he was absolutely and completely wasted. Stumbling into the living room, he dimly noticed that people were leaving. Grinning like a complete idiot, he tripped over to his band mates, who were still chatting and laughing about the new nickname Harry had given Delilah.

"H-hey guys," he slurred. "Whas' goin' on? The party's jus' gettin' started."

Tom glanced at him and immediately covered Delilah's eyes. She struggled against him a bit, bit he ignored her.

"Danny, how many beers have you had tonight?" he asked sharply.

"O-on'y…hold on a sec'…one, two, three, fo-"

"You've had enough," Harry declared, and, slinging Danny's arm over his shoulders, wended his way through the few remaining guests and into the downstairs bathroom, where he heaved him into the tub and turned on the cold water.

"AAAAAAUGH! Thas' cold, Har-Harry!" Danny yelled drunkenly.

"Stay there and don't move until we come get you," Harry instructed, and went back into the living room to move the last guests along. Danny did as he was told and sat in the tub. After a few minutes, he decided it was quiet, and began singing loudly.

"ROW ROW ROW YOUR –hic- BOAT! GENTLY DOWN THE -hiccup- STEEEAAMM! MERRI'Y MERRI'Y MERRI'Y MERRI'Y LIFE IS BUT A-"

And with that, he keeled over, unconscious.

A/N: Wheee! Drunk!Danny is really fun to write. And I was actually singing "Row Row Row Your Boat" earlier today, so that's where I got that idea from. And the Drunk!Danny scene is dedicated to IXwriteXsins because they told me Danny had to do stupid things in front of Delilah (whose nickname you shall find out soon enough).

SO! Brownie point time! Danny and Dougie, I need youuus!

Danny/Dougie: -come in holding two pans of brownies-

Danny: These brownie points go to theultimateshipper. Fresh baked, too.

Dougie: And these go to IbelieveInmagic26.

Me: Yay brownies! Now I'm going to go steal some of Tom's and Harry's! Ta-ta!