[Normal Point of View!!!!]

Four long months have slowly went by. All I really ever did was go to work, then sit in my old room. I thought about my friends a lot. I thought about London, and my old job. Most of all, I thought about Tom. If he was anything like Harry told me three months ago, I'm sure he's a disaster, even more than me. It hurts worse when all your friends don't speak with you anymore because, well, I'm the one who left. Now if it was Tom going to a different part of the country, it would be, "Nice knowing you, Tom. Maybe in the future, if we meet again, we'll be good friends again." I sighed and leaned back in my desk chair, putting my hands on my head. I heard a quiet knock on my door and my father came in. He smiled at me weakly and sat down on my bed which I was using for a foot rest.

"Hey, darling. I just got a call from a Mr Tony Samuels. Do you know him?"

"Yes. It's McFly's old manager. Why did he call?"

"I have no idea," said my dad, standing up and heading for the door. "He told me to tell you to just be in London tomorrow at ten P.M."

Before I could ask anymore questions my dad was out the door. Why would Tony tell me to go to London and not tell me where in London? The first person to know anything that popped in my head is one of the guys. I couldn't just call out of the blue though. It's probably like I'm not even alive to them anymore. Not even alive, mimicked my brain just so it could haunt me even more.

I told myself I wouldn't a million times, but here I am, exiting a plane on London ground. What the hell am I doing? I have no idea. What the hell am I expected? Well, that's even more of a mystery.

"Miss Nicholson?" said a guy standing by a limo. I nodded slowly. "That's me," I said. He opened the door for me and waved a hand, indecating for me to get in. I stepped in hestiantly. This had to be the work of one of the guys. I just knew it.

I put down the black screen that seperated me from the driver. "Where are we going?" I asked curiously.

"I have been forbidden to answer any of your questions, ma'am." said the driver, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Can you answer who sent me?"

"Ah, well, Thomas Fletcher, of course," He said. I put the screen back up, smiling to myself as I did so. This wasn't work of Harry, or Dougie. Heck, not even Danny. This was Tom. Tom, my head repeated, loving the sound of his name.

I felt estacic now. Tom, Tom, Tom, repeated my head over and over again. Maybe I was going to see him. Yes, it would be different, but all I wanted to do was at least hug him again. Just one last hug would be perfect.

I snapped out of my thoughts when we came to a stop. The door opened and a head popped in, familiar black hair appearing. I wanted to frown since it wasn't Tom, but I smiled anyway since I haven't seen him in awhile.

"Hello, ma'am. Your chariot awaits." said Harry, holding out a hand. I had no idea what was going on here, but when I stepped out of the vehicle, it was insane and beautiful.

Danny was sitting in a chariot dressed in a driver's uniform. I laughed at the site. Fountains surrounded a table with two chairs, a single rose placed in a clear vase. A soft melody was playing from a nearby band. It was relaxing. Something I really could get lost into. Dougie stepped out of the chariot wearing the same outfit as Danny. Harry guided me to the door of it. Dougie opened it, very gentlemen like for him. Once I got in the chariot, there was Tom. He smiled at me. My heart pounded like crazy, butterflies forming rapidly in the pit of my stomach.

"Hello, beautiful," He said as I sat down, taking my hand and kissing it softly.

"Hi," I said, not being able to manage anything else.

"Round the block, Mr Fletcher?" asked Danny from up front.

"Yes, Jones. That would be well," said Tom, faking a really strong british accent.

"That will be the only time I ever call him that," muttered Danny as we started off. I laughed and Tom did, too. Oh, how I loved that laugh.

We went around the block in silence until we came to another stop. I got out with Tom, both of us sitting at the table I noticed earlier. Frankie, Izzy, and Claire came out, all dressed as Chefs, with drinks and food. I smiled at my friends that I missed so much. Frankie winked at me, then they all set off. Tom then took my hand, causing me to look at him.

"I have to say this before I chicken out," said Tom.

"You don't have to say anything. I forgive you," I said.

He held up a hand. "No, let me talk." He paused for a second, taking a deep breath. "Kaela, I am sorry. I truly am. I shouldn't of just let you leave. It was wrong of me. I- I've missed you so much over the time we've been apart. I don't want to do anything without you not in my life. I pretty much was dead for these last few months. Kaela, can we make up for the four months that we've missed with what was suppose to be your Christmas present?" He didn't wait for a reply from me, but instead, he got down on one knee. My heart started pounding like crazy.

"Kaela Lee Nicholson, will you be my wife?"

I started crying tears of joy. This couldn't be any more prefect. "Yes, Tom." He smiled hugely and placed the ring on my finger. I jumped up and hugged him.

He brought me into a deep, passionate kiss. The kiss I have missed so much. Fireworks started going off as we were tangled up together. It only made this the best of them all, though there has to of been thousands of them.

"Oi! Stop snogging and watch the bloody fireworks. I paid lots for this," yelled Dougie from over at one of the fountains. I pulled away from Tom and laughed. He grabbed my hand, squeezing it a little.

As I sat and watched the fireworks with my wonderful fiance and my friends, I knew I would have millions of great moments from here on. I knew Tom and I would start a family. I knew we would never fight like this again. I knew we might have a shot at one of those storybook endings. How do they go again? Oh, yeah; And they all lived happily ever after.

A/N: *sings* it's over, over. *stops singing and starts crying* We had a good go, didn't we? It wasn't a completely awful story. Yes, VERY corny ending, but sweet as well :)

What is next for me? Well, my second story...hmm, I'm in the mood for Dougie....God, I make him sound like a meal XD bahhaa. Yeah, well, a Doug story may be next. Hmm, what do you think?

But, thank you for all the readers. Thanks to the reviewers as well. Thanks McSteph for being my very first one, and to all the others!...I feel like I just won an award. lmao :D

And if some miracle happened and McFly is reading this, I LOVE YOU GUYS XD bahahaha.