II

I was in a shopping mall, taking advantage of the credit card Fletch had gave me to go and buy something suitable.

Of course, being a rebel but also a very smart and pragmatic girl, I did as I was told and spend as much as I could in labeled clothes. Herve Leger, Jhane Vass, Custo Barcelona, D&G, and a lot of labels I had only dream to wear in my entire life were now in a different pretty bag each, hanging from my hands. Fletch had left to me the decision of what clothes to wear because, and I quote, "McFly doens´t really care about that as long as you have clothes on"; but I knew it only was because in all the magazines I had appeared, they all said I had a great sense of fashion. Which, by the way, was making me feel vain about it. Hah! Try having the UK Teen Vogue telling you you have style, and not be vain about it.

The bags were heavy, but I was enjoying myself so much I didn´t take notice of that. I bought things for my brother and my mom, and for my closets friends, especially for Astaire. We had agree (not the term I would have used if that depended on me, but since I was being paid for this, I didn´t have much say) with Fletch that I would accompany the boys in their tour around United States to promote their new disc, a month top, and then we were going to go back to England. So I really needed to apologize to Astaire in case I couldn´t have my way and get her to come with me.

"Mrs. Jones!"

I didn´t registered that call, only noticing the bad manners of the person yelling around for Indiana Jones or something like that. I was in Vegas, I was used to that kind of stuff by the third day. Now, it was two day after I had accepted the marriage and a week after I had arrived.

Who would have thought my life could change so much in just a couple of days?

I had staid in the hotel almost lock inside, getting bored, playing Wii and Playstation with Dougie and Danny or eating in the dining room whatever my heart desired or annoying Fletch or running up and down the hotel to lose adrenaline or writing in Harry's laptop or doing braids in Tom's hair and completely crazy hairdos. I had staid in touch with Astaire via e-mail and phone, and she couldn´t believed what I had just done. She didn´t remembered a thing of the night before, except she had woken up in bed with one of his ex boyfriends who had left her because he had got a job in the Ceaser Palace, and she staid with him all night and day since then. She was lucky (Astaire didn´t say it out loud, but I knew she meant both for her and for the fact she now had a best friend marry to one of the members of her favorite band), and she couldn´t understand why I didn´t thought the same of myself.

The only thing I felt lucky for was the money.

Such a great amount of money with really little job from my part.

Or at least that was what I thought at first.

The next day of waking up next to Danny, the band and Fletch had given me a whole class of Dannerisms. I knew everything about him now. Favorite color, favorite food, how many girl he had snog, how many time he had make a naked interview/presentation/gig (but that was only an excuse of my side, I know), and everything there was to know about the boy. By the end of the second day, I was almost sick of their voices, and I knew practically all the songs by heart.

So I took advantage of the credit card as soon as it was ready, and left the hotel to go shopping.

I had called Astaire early in the morning, to tell her to meet me there, but she was busy with her ex and she couldn´t come. Instead, she promised me to go with me to the next gig of the boys. Not that I wanted her there, no.

I didn´t need a fan of them when I was trying hard already to hate them.

…Fine, not hate them. Just trying to stay out of the rang of action of their charm.

"Mrs. Jones!!"

The same man, dressed in a black suit, called again, more insistent than before.

I kept walking, thinking who the weirdo Mrs. Jones was, passing some bags from one hand to another.

"Mrs. Jones!!!"

It was only when the man stop by my side that I realized that Mrs. Jones was me. I was the Mrs. Jones now. I was married with Danny Jones. I was no longer a Miss, but a Mrs. I almost started crying.

"Sorry." I said slowly, apologizing to the man.

He smiled. "It's ok, you were paying attention to something else. Beside, it is just recently that you are Mrs. Jones; it must be hard to get used to that, right? Here, let me help you with your bags, Mrs."

I offered him my bags in a daze. "Mm…Thanks… Hum… Sorry to ask this, but… who are you?"

The man laughed, and made a vow to me. "I'm Eric Sanders, Mrs. I'm your chauffeur. Mr. Jones thought it was best if you had someone who cared for you while he couldn´t be there for you. You two make a lovely couple"

"Oh… Yeah… Yeah, I think we do." I smiled politely, even when I didn´t think that. Maybe it wasn´t so easy as I had thought, pretend to be in love with someone else.

"So, Mrs., do you want to keep shopping, or would you prefer to go somewhere else? Mr. Jones said if you want to visit him in the studio, he was going to be there waiting for you until eight at night." Eric smiled.

I knew what Danny (and probably Fletch) meant by that. I had to go to the studio. Maybe to introduce me to some other weirdo. Or show me off, even when I wasn´t showing-off material at all.

"The studio is ok, I think. Thanks for the bags, Eric." I smiled, but then I realized I had called him by the first name and I didn´t know if I could do that or not. I wasn´t used to that, so sue me. "Oh, sorry! Can I call you Eric?"

"It's ok, Mrs. You can call me Eric." He said, opening the door of a luxurious car for me, and waiting for me to be seat to let the bags in the front seat and getting inside his side of the car.

"Then you have to call me Maggie. All this Mrs. is going to make me crazy," I laughed, hoping to be playing the blushing bride role well enough.

"Ok, Maggie it will be." Eric said with a nod.

He started the car and we drove in silence toward a corporate building. Eric walked me to the front door and stopped by the receptionist to announce me. The girl smiled sweetly at me as she made a phone call, calling for some of the boys to come and pick me up, I supposed.

"Well, Mrs. I'll be waiting outside if you want to leave." Eric said.

"Oh… Alright. Thanks, Eric. You're great." I smiled, feeling like hugging him out of the blue. He was the first one in days that made me feel safe and relax.

"Good bye, Mrs. There come your husband." He announced before bowing and leaving the building.

I turned to the elevators, to see Danny smiling widely walking toward me. I smiled back, remembering I was supposed to be happy to see him. But I wasn't ready to what it came next.

Danny approached me with his eyes shinning. "Oh, babe. I missed you so much!" He exclaimed, a little too loud for my taste. And then he grabbed by my waist, pushed me against his chest and kissed me.

In the mouth.

With tongue involved.

I couldn´t help but kissed him back, he was such a damn good kisser. He made me want to forget the rest of the world and repeat whatever had happened last night. It was a fire I hadn't ever experienced before. And I wondered why it was that I didn´t remembered much of last night if it was this great. But instead of asking that, I broke apart for need of air, breathless. I'm still not sure how I managed to do so.

He kept hugging me, kissing my cheek. "There's paparazzis outside." He whispered in my ear, and then put some space between us and put his arm around my shoulders. "Alright, then." He smiled, speaking out loud now. "Let's go upside."

"S… Sure." I smiled back, but because of such a kiss I wasn´t able to do other thing. But I was going to punch him as soon as we were alone. No one said a thing about kissing each other!

We stood in silence inside the elevator. I was plotting revenge against my foolishness for letting myself get plastered last night and end up married to this guy. Despite that rush of lust earlier. And he was probably thinking what a weirdo he had snoged last night. Or at least that was what I thought until I realized Danny had stopped the elevator.

Did I mentioned I'm a little dense and I zoned off often?

I looked at him surprise, but when I was about to ask what had happened to his back (it was the only part of his body I was facing), he turned around toward me.

"I'm sorry." He said. "This is probably the only way we can talk alone now, and if we take a long time, they'll positively think we're having sex. So I want to say sorry. I'm well aware that if I had being any other person, you could have just moved on with your life."

"Oh."

Great. Years of expensive education and all I could say to that was Oh?

"You're still shock with the entire situation, huh? You looked pretty upset when you found out we… you know, were married."

"I have a phobia to commitment. That's why." I stated without thinking. "I mean… I… I have nightmare of marring or having children."

"Oh."

Well, there was something we had in common. We both lacked of proper speech.

"Yes. And… Well, I'm feeling like I should apologized for something but I'm not sure for what, so I will just say sorry for every mean thing I would say in the future or for as long as this relationship last. And be sure there's going to be a lot."

Danny smirked and nodded, putting his arm around my shoulders again. Suddenly, I found myself realizing I was between the wall and him, with no place to run if I want to, unless I was ready to make a complete fool out of myself and start running in circles inside the elevator. Which I wasn´t, mind you.

I chuckled awkwardly, but he kept his Cheshire-Cat grin in his oh so kissable lips.

"You know? You felt kinda uncomfortable when I kissed you downstairs. And since there's going to be a lot of it… Maybe we should practice it." He stated.

I wanted to nodded, my lips wanted to go back to where they were just minutes ago. But I was smarter than that.

"Why?"

Then again, maybe not. It depended on how you look at it.

"Why we have to practice?" He asked dumbfound.

"No! Why we will have to kiss a lot?"

"Because we're supposed to be happily married. And since I'm very demonstrative in public with the girls I date, it's only normal that I'll do that with my wife."

I shook my head. "Please no. It's already hard the way it is."

Danny shrugged, but I noticed he wasn´t going to drop the subject very easily. The worst part was that I knew I would have accepted it, and I was 100% sure that if he tried to convinced just a little (like, say, with a kiss), I wouldn´t be able to resist it anymore.

"Ok. Tomorrow we need to go buy a proper ring; Fletch's orders."

"Ok." I accepted, cursing sadistic Fletch in my mind. "Hum… I need to ask this. How long do you think we will have to keep the charade?"

Danny seemed taken aback by that question. "Well… I don´t know, but a couple of months? Why?"

"I have my own life, you know. I didn´t expect to be married the first week I was at Vegas. My mom doesn´t know a thing, nor does my brother. How do you think they will feel if they found out I'm married without them knowing?" I couldn´t help but snapped. But I wasn´t mad at him, I was mad at myself for haven't think of that before. What would I say to them?

I was in some deep troubles.

He looked ashamed, and avoided my eyes. "Sorry." He said. "Look, if you want to end this all, we can. You can go now, I'll give you money for a plain ticket and hotels, and we won´t see each other again." He added, turning to me and grabbing my arm. "I know you may think I'm egotistical and I only care about myself and my reputation. But it's not entirely true, you have a life and by sleeping with me it all turned upside down."

I stood silent for a second or two, thinking in what he had say. I thought I could just get away of that conflictive situation, Danny was giving me the opportunity. But…

He wasn´t the only one who did a mistake last night, so why did he need to be the only one paying for it?

Maybe it was stupid, but I felt I couldn´t let him alone to deal with Fletch.

And, even when I hated to admit it, this was the escape I had being wishing for since I grow a little older. It was my opportunity to run away of the things I didn´t like or the things I wasn´t strong enough to deal with.

So I shook my head. "No. It's ok. I'll stay. You were a little egotistical, but it's fine. I guess you have to be, to become a Celebrity Best Hair."

"So you do know about us?!" Danny asked surprised.

"Not really. My friend, Astaire, is your number one fan, and she told me all that kind of things."

"The one you're here with, right?"

I nodded. Yes, Danny, the one who decided to drop me with my new husband for her ex boyfriend. I almost laughed.

"Right. She didn´t scold me for getting married in a drunken state, but for not invited her to the wedding. Can you believe it?" I snorted very unladylike.

"It seems pretty… fanatic." He laughed.

"Well, she is. But she's nice when there's not boys involved."

Danny smiled at me and staid silent for the next minutes, thinking. About what I didn´t know. But soon after, he glanced kinda sweetly at me.

"You know? Maybe… once we are in England… We can invite your family over, and your friends." He said.

I looked at him surprised. "Hey, Danny, does this means you want to tell the truth to our families or… the exact opposite?" I don´t know why I thought about that in that moment, but my brain made that connection really fast. My brain has a brain of its own that I'm not really aware of.

He looked confused, and a little nervous. Who would have thought I was going to be able to see a celebrity with his hot sexy british accent nervous, huh? I bet no one. "Well… I would like the latter… If that's ok with you." He added.

"Oh…"

See? I have a great amount of words, and that was the only thing I could think of. I'm mentally deranged or retarded like that? What the hell is wrong with me?!

"But only if you want to! I- I mean…"

"Ok." I interrupted him, surprising even myself.

I was a little scared. That meant an entirely different kind of compromise with the situation.

That meant I was going to be really married to almost every person that knew me before this.

That meant I had to pretend to be sorry for not inviting mom and my bro to a wedding.

That meant I need an excuse for that, and I needed a way to explain my relationship with one of the hottest bands in Europe.

And I didn´t even mention the fact of our marital life.

That meant I was sinking lower and lower by the second.

In other words…

That meant, pretty much, that I was doomed.

With a capital D.

…

Scratched that.

With a capital everything.

D.O.O.M.E.D.

Please god, have mercy of me…

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