The two weeks that had passed since Tom had decided it was time to get to know each other, had made me realise he wasn't the asshole I'd seen in my first month in London, but the lovable geek I knew from watching every single McFly interview in existence between the ages of thirteen and sixteen. We hadn't discussed our almost kiss, nor had we had another 'private PlayStation day' as Dougie had called it. Dougie had seemed to cool off on the matchmaking for this past week and everything had been kind of normal. So, naturally Tom was the one to accompany me to the airport to pick up Elise.
Arriving an hour early, we had found ourselves seated in the airport Starbucks. How typical of the both of us. We drank our way through two coffees each before deciding it was a good time to get to the gate Elise would be arriving at, and her face as she walked through the doors was absolutely priceless. I could just tell what was going through her head as she saw Tom Fletcher and me waiting together for her.
'Mel-Mel!' she called as she walked towards us, engulfing me in a hug when she finally arrived.
'Leise, oh my god I've missed you so much!' I exclaimed, grabbing one of her carry-on bags so she could walk a bit easier. 'How was the flight? How's everything at home? How's your mum?' I asked quickly, not realising how many things I was asking at once.
'Mel, I think you should give her some time to breathe before shooting so many questions at the poor girl!' Tom said exasperatedly, turning to Leisey, 'I'm Tom, by the way.' She beamed, not saying anything. I giggled to myself, earning myself a glare from Leise. 'Elise,' she said calmly, shaking his hand. Who was this and what has she done with my total fangirl friend?
Tom and Elise chatted the entire way out to his car, as I stood by gobsmacked. I was actually kind of looking forward to Elise making a huge fuss over the boys, it would be hilarious. Just wait until she sees her room, then she'll be forced to make a fuss.
ELISE POV
I could tell Mel was confused as to how calm I was acting around Tom. I'd had a 20 something hour plane trip to prepare myself, by the time I got to the airport I was well and truly ready to not make a fuss. That was until I got back to Dougies house, and he and Mel showed me to my room. Bright pink walls (it seems that Dougie enjoys pink paint…), at least 20 posters of Danny Jones, plus some of the whole band, and, in one corner, Actual Danny Jones, seemingly pretending to be a cardboard cut-out of himself. Now, I'm not proud of what happened next, and I know that Mel will never let me live it down.
I fainted.
I, Elise Lachmund, who had psyched herself up for this moment for TWENTY SOMETHING FREAKING HOURS, fainted at the mere sight of Danny Jones in her bedroom.
I will never live this down.
DANNY POV
I tried not to laugh, I really did.
But I just couldn't contain it. Mel had warned me, but nothing would prepare me for the sight of my sisters best friend fainting at the sight of me. All she had to do was look at me, that's it. I didn't say a word, didn't even look at her, really, and she fucking fainted.
I will never live this down.
ELISE POV
As I came to, I could hear four very British accents, and one Australian, stressedly discussing ways in which to wake me. I giggled internally.
'Have you guys never seen a movie in your lives? One would think it's obvious that you tip water on people who faint. Although, on second thought, kinda glad you didn't…' Dougie laughed, Harry and Tom looked offended, Danny looked confused and Mel just glared at me.
'Elise. I'm sorry but, you fainted.' Mel said, still glaring even though I could see the smile behind her eyes.
'Yes.'
'You fainted, at the mere sight of Danny Jones.' She continued, the smile breaking trough.
'Yes.' I was the one glaring now.
'That's all.' Mel said holding in her laughter, but the fact that she had the courtesy to hold her laughter in didn't affect the boys at all, I honestly thought Dougie was about to spontaneously combust he was laughing that hard.
'Okay, Elise is a fangirl, Elise fainted, very funny. Let's move on now please.' I said bluntly, getting up from the floor. Mel laughed again and I glared at her, causing her to smile sweetly at me. I huffed, deciding to ignore her. I began to take in my surroundings, the room Dougie had decorated for me. Other than the Danny posters, there was pictures of Mel and I, plus our friends from high school. I smiled, knowing that Mel had helped in this room design, the bed was a classic white timber, and looked to be about a queen size. The rest of the furniture matched the bed, with a desk, a bookshelf and two bedside tables. It was simple, but functional, and I absolutely loved it.
'Dougie, this room is amazing, thankyou so much for letting me stay with you and making such a beautiful room for me!' I enthused. He grinned, god he had a wonderful smile.
'No worries, Elise, I'm so happy you like it!' He said, grinning still I smiled, high fiving his waiting hand. Living with Dougie was going to be freaking awesome.
'So, I was thinking we could do dinner tonight,' Mel started, I nodded, 'I, personally, am sick to death of take aways, so me and Elise will cook for you all!' she finished, excitedly.
'Tiny problem, I can't cook.' I replied.
'Pfft, I am fabulous enough for the both of us. Danny's place, seven pm everyone!' I stood there in shock. I cannot cook at all, Mi Goreng noodles are about the extent of my ability. This would be fun.
'So, how's the cooking going?' Dougie enquired, a smirk plastered on his face. I groaned, but Mel grinned at him,
'Fabulously, obviously. Do you not know me at all Douglas?' He looked from her to me, and I shrugged.
'I guess it's going okay.' He laughed, and I groaned. Again. Turns out he just came in for more beers, and was out of the kitchen before we knew it. I had decided to just take up residence on the bench top opposite the stove, sat atop it with a drink in my hand. Mel was hustling around the kitchen, cooking the pasta and chicken, and stirring the sauce every so often to ensure it was mixed nicely.
'Leise, pasta bowl is in the cabinet under you, can I have it please?' Mel asked, and I nodded, hopping of the counter top and reaching for the bowl, conveniently placed neatly at the front of the cabinet. I had a feeling Danny rarely used these cabinets. I passed the bowl to Mel, received a thanks as she dumped the pasta into it, tossing through some butter and parsley and setting it to the side. She had also grabbed out the chicken and stirred it into the sauce that was still simmering on the cooktop.
'Can you grab a serving plate for the garlic bread, love? Same cabinet.' I nodded again, grabbing the plate from the cabinet and placing the garlic bread on it. All the food was now ready, and we swiftly served it before the boys, who were sitting ready at the table.
'So… what is it guys?' Dougie asked, a look of fake disgust on his face. Mel laughed and stuck her tongue out at him.
'Oh shove off, it's Chicken Fettuccine, now eat before it gets cold!' She said with a grin. We didn't have to tell them twice, as soon as Mel had finished her sentence the boys were into it, shovelling food into their mouths as if their lives depended on it. They all made casual conversation in between mouthfuls, laughing and joking about their recent shenanigans, as well as speaking about the new album.
'So, Elise. What's your story?' I hear Tom speak up, and I'm slightly startled. I grin and launch into the story of my family. Mel smirked, knowing how long this would take. I told them about my parents, my four siblings, all my nieces and nephews, my life in Australia, my plans for university next year. Everything. Once I start talking about my life you really cannot stop me.
'Well, how did you and Mel meet?' Danny asked, looking between the two of us as he took a bite out of his garlic bread.
'She was actually the only person who would really talk to me on my first day at school.' Mel said with a chuckle, obviously thinking back to the day. She had moved to our school at the end on year three, and of course, was assigned a buddy. This buddy had decided to go and play with some girls who didn't want to include Mel, and that's where I came in.
'Yeah, her buddy was a bit shit and ditched her, so I decided to be a good person and take in the reject new kid.' I said, joking around. The boys all laughed as Mel pouted.
'I was not a reject, those girls were just bitches.' Mel explained, causing the boys to laugh more.
'That doesn't make it sound any better, Mel. You were rejected!' Dougie pointed to her and laughed. I giggled, trying to stop the laugh that would surely come out if this continued.
The night went on in a similar fashion; Mel and me poking fun at each other, stories of high school, the boys laughing at us, lots of food and lots of alcohol. So much alcohol, in fact, that we all decided to have a slumber party. There was just one problem: where would we all sleep?
'Where are we all going to sleep, Mel?' I asked, slurring my words slightly.
'Um.' She pondered, stroking her non-existent 'beard of wisdom'. 'Blanket fort!' She exclaimed. We all laughed, and agreed. Danny and Dougie ran to his room to get the pillows and blankets from there, Mel and I went to grabs hers, and Tom and Harry hit the linen cupboards. We assembled the fort within minutes – surprisingly quickly for six inebriated adults. We set it up so that the TV was visible from all sections of the fort, and there was space for everyone to sleep comfortably. I stood back, proudly surveying our work.
Mel shouted something about instagramming our effort, causing me to laugh. I too grabbed my phone so I could do the same, adding a lot of unnecessary alcohol inspired hashtags and uploading the image.
We all hopped into the fort, Mel attempting to choose a movie. Her face visibly lit up as she saw a title, covering it up so none of us could know what it was before it was too late. She popped it in the player, grabbing the remote and sliding herself up in between Tom and I. She smirked as I groaned upon seeing the title. Sinister. Mel and another of our friends, Abby, had watched this movie recently and had tried to force me to watch it as well, claiming it to be one of the best horror movies they had seen (and Abby was a horror movie connoisseur.) The boys had mixed reactions, Danny whooped, Dougie grinned, Harry didn't look keen but didn't react, and Tom winced. This should be fun.