I awoke to loud noises coming from the room beside me, and I groggily got up and put on some pants to investigate. I walked in to find Mel moving the bed into the middle of the room, rather than pushed against the wall. She looked up to me, smiling, and continued her work.

'Morning, what are you doing and why are you doing it this early?' I said to her, as she finished and collapsed back down onto her bed.

'I have trouble sleeping when the beds against the wall, I feel trapped or something. Did I wake you up?' I nodded, and she apologised.

'Sorry, I'll shout you breakfast to make up for it?' she said, grinning from ear to ear.

'You don't have a job..?' I said, confused. She ignored me, telling me to get dressed and we would leave in 15. Great.

Mel was ready to leave in under ten minutes, which surprised me. We went back to that small cafe we went to for lunch yesterday, Mel had told me that she liked their coffee. I agreed, even though coffee is just coffee to me. We got in there and sat down, ordering after a few minutes. We began to talk about Mel's life back home in Australia, her school and her friends, her plans for uni and her career. I told her about my childhood, because she already knew almost everything about my current life. We'd just received our food, when I looked up to see Tom entering the cafe. He grinned at us, placing his order and making his way over to us. He said hello to Mel and then launched into a story that inspired a new song he'd written last night.

Mel POV

Whilst Danny and Tom talked wildly about music, I decided to send a text to Elise. It was only around 10pm at home, and knowing her she would be awake, trying to finish a book before she slept.

Hey Leise! How are you! I spent all day yesterday in the studio with Danny and the boys, and I'm pretty sure we will be doing the same today. If it's okay, I'll give you a call tonight (your tomorrow, ha) and we can talk properly. Goodnight! xo

I received a reply about ten minutes later, assuring me that it was fine to call her and she needed to know all about the boys. I laughed at this, knowing that she would just need to know all about Danny.

The two boys continued to talk about this new song, unaware that they were due in the studio in fifteen minutes. I coughed, interrupting them.

'You do know you're supposed to be in the studio in less than fifteen minutes, right?' I asked, and they both shot a glance at me, and them to their watches.

'Fuck we better go then.' Tom said bluntly, shooting me a glare. Okay then, does he realise I don't control time? Probably not. We got out of the booth and started walking to the studio. As we entered, the pretty receptionist scolded the two boys.

'You're late, boys!' They just laughed, trying to pass the blame to me. I shook my head at her, and she winked. As we walked down the corridors, I noticed a lot more than I did yesterday. There was huge portraits of the artists represented by the label on the walls, and a heap of those framed CDs they give to bands when they go platinum. The walls were painted a deep red, with dark chocolate brown carpet. It was an unlikely pairing, but it somehow worked. There was black leather couches all around, the same as the one I had taken up residence on in the recording booth yesterday. In the recording booth itself, the walls were a bright white, with the same dark brown carpet.

Today the boys were running through old demos and songs from previous albums. After each song they would talk about the meaning behind it, and why it should be on the album. Eventually, they narrowed it down to the songs they definitely wanted, and we were done for the day.

'Hey, its Friday, let's go out tonight!' Dougie suggested, and Harry and Danny nodded.

'I can't, mate, but have fun guys.' Tom said, before waving and leaving us. Tom had been acting strangely ever since I got here, and I was sufficiently confused.

'Why has he been acting so… weird?' I asked Danny after he was out of earshot.

'It hasn't made it to the papers yet, but uh. He proposed, and Gi left him. Don't say a word to anyone about it though, They are trying to keep it on the down low until the albums released.' I gasped. Tom and Giovanna had always been the perfect couple. Although, I admit, I had wished for her to get hit by a bus when I was a fourteen year old fangirl, I'd grown to appreciate their relationship. They had seemed so happy.

'But, they seemed so perfect?' I said, shocked. and Dougie and Harry nodded.

'No one knows what went wrong, but I think at the moment he's just trying to distance himself from the whole situation, and that includes any girls. You kind of make avoiding females a problem, which is probably why he's kind of avoiding you.' harry said, always the logical one. I nodded.

'Makes sense, I suppose. Now, let's get drunk!' I exclaimed, hi fiving Dougie as I said it.

'Spoken like a true Jones.' Danny said, with a huge smile on his face.

We went home to get ready, and after about an hour, we left. It was around 10pm when we found ourselves in a small bar called Illusions. We were sat in a small booth, ordering multitudes of shots and playing a game of slightly drunken truth or dare.

'Mel!' Harry yelled, 'Truth or Dare?' I grinned,

'Truth'

'We know you're a fan, who's your favourite McFly boy?' Harry asked, a smirk plastered to his face. This was an easy one, as my favourite wasn't here to embarrass myself in front of.

'Tom.' I said, returning his smirk. Dougie and Harry both looked deflated, as Danny laughed.

'Thank fuck it wasn't me, eh? I think we need more drinks.' Danny laughed as he left the table.

'Truth or dare, Harry?' I returned his question. He thought it over for a while, before selecting truth.

'How devastated is Tom over the breakup? Not for romantic reasons, but will he ever fucking talk to me?' So shoot me, I was just curious.

'He was proposing Mel, I think he's just a little cut up about it.' Harry laughed. 'But, I think once he realises that you're not just another bitchy woman, he'll open up.' I pondered this for a second. How long would it take him to realise that, though. Honestly, men can be pretty fucking stupid.

Danny arrived with the next round, and we all downed them within minutes. Don't Tell Me That It's Over by Blink 182 began to play, and Dougie dragged us all up onto the dance floor. We jumped around like we belonged in a mental institution, and when the song ended we decided it was time to move on. It was 2am by this time, and we found probably the only club in London with a 3am lockout. It was slightly dingy, but full of people. We made our way to the bar.

'Four wet pussys, please!' I shouted over the music, and the boys had a giggle to themselves as the bartender made the shots up. 'Don't laugh boys, these are fucking great.' I said as the shots were placed in front of us. 'One, two, three!' I screamed as we downed the shots. I put my glass back down on the bar and pulled the boys out onto the dance floor. Some remixed One Direction song was playing, and that was the last thing I remember until we all clamoured into a taxi and ended up crashing on Dougies living room floor.