Dougie was the first to greet us as we entered the studio the boys had hired whilst working on their greatest hits album, Memory Lane. He squealed like a little girl, which I kind of expected after seeing what he'd done to my room. 'Did she like it?' he exclaimed happily, and when I nodded he squealed again. Harry greeted me as if I were an old friend, hugging me and giving me a quick peck on the check. Tom smiled and waved when he took the time to look up from his guitar, and despite this less than welcoming greeting, I nearly fainted at the sight of his dimple. Tom had always been my favourite.
'I figured it would be fine for Mel to sit in, since shes a loner with no friends and all.' Danny laughed, poking his tongue out at me. I made a face, but smiled at the other boys.
'I'll stay out of your way, I promise.' I said with a smile, and retreated to a couch in the corner with my book.
I'd finished a good eight chapters before the boys decided to take a break, and we left the studio to grab some food and coffee. As Tom led us into a small, family owned café I felt as if I were back at home, in the café where I worked. The walls were a creamy colour, with large bay windows and a dark mocha brown feature wall. The smell of freshly ground coffee took over my sense, accompanied by the equally pleasing smell of bacon cooking. I grinned, knowing I would be coming here a lot in the future. We took a seat in one of the larger booths, and spent a few minutes perusing the menu before ordering. Although I was in a completely different country, I ordered my usual soy latte and banana bread. I guess old habits die hard.
'So,' Harry started to speak, 'Australia, hey? What's it like?' I looked at him strangely.
'You've been there. I'd know, I saw you.' He laughed, before rewording his question.
'Other than Sydney, what's it like?' I laughed, thinking how to even describe it. I'd lived in small towns my whole life, so it was hard to describe.
'Her home town was amazing.' Danny said, and I looked at him strangely.
'To a tourist, maybe.' I started, 'After living there for ten years it gets pretty boring. It's a small town, only about 5000 people. It's the kind of place where everyone knows everyone, and you can't get away with anything without your parents eventually finding out. The beaches were lovely, easily the best in the country, if not the world, but to someone who's not fond of sand that's not exactly a redeeming quality. I couldn't wait to get out, to be honest.' I said matter of factly. They all looked shocked.
'Well, you got out, now you're halfway around the world!' Dougie said, excited. I grinned at him.
'London has always been the dream. But I never thought it would actually happen!' I smiled. Our coffee and food arrived, and we ate in silence. I knew not to get between these boys and their food. We walked back to the studio, chatting about music all the way. Dougie and I had an in-depth conversation about Blink 182's comeback album, and how I had missed out on their recent Australian concert due to and unfortunate series of events. He felt sorry for me, promising to take me to their next London show. Before I knew it, we were back at the studio and I was again in the corner reading my book as the boys recorded. Danny had picked up a sim card for me before he left for Australia, and my phone buzzed informing me I had a text message. I was slightly confused, as nobody except my mum had this number, and we all know parents can't text.
'Hey Mellie! I saw Danny at IGA (weird, huh?) and he gave me this number to contact you with! I was just wondering how the flight went and hoping you got to London safely. Let me know how life with McFly is! – Leisey xx
I laughed internally, typical of Elise to run into someone like Danny in the local IGA of all places. I texted her back that all was well, Dougie had decorated a lovely pink bedroom for me and that I'd call her at a better time. I was just about to get back to my book, when Dougie walked out of the recording booth. I smiled at him, and looked down at my book. The rest of the boys followed him, and they all sat annoying close to me.
'Yes?' I asked without looking up.
'Nothing…' Danny said suspiciously, eyeing off my iPhone. I never let that thing out of my sight, and he had become suspicious. He made a grab for it, too quick for me, he succeeded.
'I fucking hate you.' I breathed, as he began to go through it. First, messages. Nothing incriminating. He then made his way through to the gallery. Shit. Let's just say that once a photo is saved, it never comes off. I've had this phone for two years. McFly's issue of Attitude Magazine came out roughly two years ago.
'Whoa! The attitude shoot, really?' Danny began to laugh, and I was extremely thankful that I only had one photo of him from said shoot.
'I was sixteen! I never delete shit. Leave me alone!' I whined attempting to snatch my phone back. Tom, who hadn't really acknowledged me all day apart from his initial wave, piped up, saying that he too had photos on his phone from two years ago.
'Thank you!' I said appreciatively, snatching my phone back. 'Don't judge me!' Danny continued to laugh, as did Doug and Harry. Tom sat in stone cold silence, peeking towards the folded book in my hand. Of course he would, it was a Harry Potter book.
We'd moved on from the Attitude issue, and were once again chatting about music, specifically, my tastes and how I'd discovered McFly. The conversation soon ended, and we made our way back to our respective homes. Dougie came around to Dannys, to feed Zukie and ended up staying for pizza and some drinks.
'You fit in with Danny, you know?' Dougie said after his 6th or 7th drink.
'Whys that?' I asked, curious.
'You can hold your fucking alcohol!' I laughed at that, and Danny agreed. We'd all had about the same amount to drink, but Dougie was nearly falling over.
'Ah, well I am Aussie, it's kind of a common trait. That and alcoholism.' I said, giggling. He nodded, accepting the fact. 'We aren't really similar at all though, are we? Like, we have different hair, eyes, everything really.' Dougie nodded, and I sighed, 'I'm gonna head off to bed, night Doug!' I gave him a quick hug and headed up to my room.
I quickly collapsed into a heap on my bed. I hadn't slept since the plane, and honestly that hardly counts as sleep. I sent my family a quick text to tell them I missed them and all that clichéd bullshit, and went to sleep.
Dannys pov
The day had gone really well, the boys had seemed to get along well with Mel and she had seemed happy to hang out with them. We'd gotten a few songs perfected and I think Mel had read an entire book. I think she was going to fit in well with all of us, and we seemed to be creating a strong bond of both friendship and family. That night, I went to bed content, knowing that I had finally found my sister, and that she was happy.