Discaimer: McFly are not mine, nor are they likely to be unless the move to a country where the owning of people is legal. (Obviously I shall follow and own them and well, i'll leave that to your imaginations..)

I wasn't too sure what to expect when I arrived at the airport. I spent most of the journey wondering what Lucy had planned for us and (although I was reluctant to admit it) if I would see Tom. I had promised myself that I would spend my time enjoying whatever Lucy had arranged, not pining after her brother. As far as I was concerned I was there to see my best friend no matter how hung up I was on some guy I hadn't spoken to in six years, however amazingly perfect he may be.

My anticipation seemed to make the journey last longer, I tried everything from sleeping to watching films but I couldn't keep my mind of my imminent arrival. Finally, the pilot informed us we would soon be landing shortly, causing the butterflies in my stomach to increase. I told myself one last time that I was here to see Lucy and no one else. Even after spending most of the flight worrying about my arrival, I was now eager to finally get through arrivals and back into the country I had grown up in. Picking both of my hot pink suitcases from the baggage carousel I made my way towards the doors leading out to the waiting area.

There's a part in the film Love Actually, where the person talks about the Arrivals at Heathrow airport. He says that whenever he feels down he thinks of it, because all around you there are families and loved ones reuniting; and you have to admit, he's right. The atmosphere is electric and you can't help but feel excited as you join the masses of people wandering through to meet their friends and relatives. Part of me was wary about not recognising Lucy (or her not recognising me) because it had been so long since we had seen each other but as a high-pitched squeal of "Jadeeee!" reached me I knew there was no need to worry. Before I knew it I was engulfed in a hug, almost causing me to trip over my luggage and go flying across the floor of the airport. After a minute or so after squeezing the air out of each other we stopped and let go, I regained by balance slightly and looked at my friend. She actually hadn't changed that much, considering the last time I saw her we were fifteen. She still had the same perfect features and gorgeous blonde curls.

Standing behind her was a large group of people. The first faces I recognised was Lucy's parents. Both of them were standing grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. I hurried over to them, and gave them each a hug. It was funny that now I saw them I realised how much I had missed them; they had been like second parents to me for a large portion of my childhood. Standing next to them was him. Tom. Frankly, he looked amazing. He was taller than when I had last seen him; his hair was styled differently – short and a sandy blonde colour – and he was definitely more toned. Turns out six years can make a lot of difference. He held out his arms to me, expecting a hug, and I more than happily obliged. "Nice to have you back, JayJay." He muttered in my ear, a grin on his face. Next to him were three other guys, all extremely good looking and judging by the looks they were getting I presumed they were the rest of Tom's band.

"McFly, right?" I asked.

"Collectively, yeah." The tallest one replied, then gestured to himself – "Harry" – the curly haired one – "Danny" – and the smallest one - "Dougie".

"Awesome." I grinned, and before I knew it the three of them pulled me into a bear hug. Tom joined, followed by Lucy as she protested they were keeping me to themselves and after all, it was her I had come to see.

The car journey back was one of the best I had ever experienced. Lucy and me sat in the back of her parents' car talking, well, as if we hadn't seen each other in years. I found it exhilarating to be back in the country I had grown up in, although slightly unnerving as I hadn't adjusted to their road system yet. It confused me to see everything on the wrong side, although it entertained Lucy to see me wince when we turned corners and reached junctions.

"So," she grinned at me mischievously "you over Tom yet?"

I felt my cheeks flush red as she looked at me knowingly.

"You didn't go totally red and stupid this time."

God, that girl notices everything.

"I've grown up a bit. Not an embarrassed teenager anymore."

"So you're an embarrassed adult now?"

I hit her on the arm playfully as we pulled up outside the house. I got out of the car and found myself gazing up at the familiar building, finally feeling I was back home.

I like this story. It kinda writes itself. (:

I dislike homework. It kinda takes up the time I need to assist the story in writing itself. ):

So sorry about that, blame my teachers.

I'll try for a short A/N this time, so basically:

REVIEW ELSE I'LL SEND AN ARMY OF EVIL BUNNIES ARMED WITH SPORKS AND WHISKS AFTER YOU.

Mmkay?

Ellie.

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