I'm sorry for not updating on Thursday like I said, but this chapter took a long time to write. It was getting a bit slow and long so I've made a small jump in this one to speed things up a bit.

This chapter is also longer than the previous ones because of three reasons. 1: ice-hockey instead of Gilmore girls and Grey's anatomy, boring and annoying. 2: I can't make it shorter than this, stupid reason…and 3: I'm going to England this weekend and I wont have time to update for a couple of days.

So, with all that said, thank you to the people who reviewed, it makes me so happy and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Chapter four: Practice safe sex

'Taxi!' Danny yelled and a taxi pulled up next to where they were standing. He leaned in and opened the door for Frankie.

'Ladies first' he said and motioned for her to get inside.

'Why thank you kind sir' Frankie said and climbed inside the taxi. Danny got in as well and told the driver where to take them. After a couple of minutes of silence they both started speaking at the same time.

'What do..'

'How did…'

They both laughed and all of a sudden the small tension that had been between them before vanished. They talked about everything, but mostly about music and it was not long before they realized that the shared a lot of favorite music.

'No way!?, you really like Brett Dennen? Frankie said with a surprised look on her face.

'Yeah, sure, you to?'

'Yes, I thought I was the only one, haha, this is so cool, and a bit weird'.

'Maybe a bit, but mostly cool. Have you heard his latest CD?'

'No, I didn't even know it was out yet.'

'I've got this advanced copy, it's really good, and I know that you'll love it.

'I'm sure I will' she said with a smile. 'When I can get hold of it that is.' she looked out the window after saying that and noticed that they were almost in Kensington.

'If you want to', Danny began saying almost nervously, 'you could always come up for a cup of coffee and I could play it for you. If you wanted to that is'.

Frankie looked into his eyes and saw a small, hopeful sparkle in them, gently blending in with all the blue. She realized that he wanted her to say yes, and it didn't take her more than a few seconds to realize that she wanted the same thing.

'That sounds really great, if you don't mind me coming up?'

'No, not at all, I'm not really tired yet so it would be nice to have some company' he added excitedly.

'Ok, then I'd love to come up for a cup of coffee'.

'Oh, this is me' Danny said and they got out of the taxi. He paid the driver and then walked up to the nearest doorwayThey took the lift up to the fourth floor and then he stopped in front of door number 83.

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'So, this is your place' Frankie asked while curiously looking around the open space in front of her.

'Yep' Danny said while taking off his coat, 'This is my own little hideaway from the rest of the world'. He smirked a bit and then offered to take her coat too. She smiled at him and noticed how he seemed to feel a lot more comfortable in his own surroundings, not too surprising though, it was his home after all.

'Ready for the grand tour?'

'Absolutely!'

'This is my kitchen/living-room-room' Danny said and pointed it out from the doorway where they were standing.

'Wow, this place is really clean, neat-freak are we?' she said with a huge smile.

'I suppose you could say that' Danny answered while looking down at his own feet.

'You so have a cleaner, don't you?'

'Totally, this place wouldn't be livable if I didn't'.

Frankie laughed at his answer and continued to walk around the room looking at all his stuff. The first thing she noticed were three guitars leaning towards the back wall.

'So, you weren't lying when you said that you actually had one of these' she said while pointing to the Fender '52.

'Nope, it's my favorite guitar, and the fact that it is a Bruce Springsteen replica doesn't make it any less valuable'.

'You're right' she said and ran her fingers across the plain wood, 'the maple-wood in this one is really one of a kind, its beautiful'.

'I know I got really lucky when I bought it' Danny said with an almost dreamy look to his face. He snapped out of it after a couple of seconds and returned to Frankie and their conversation.

'How about that cup pf coffee I promised you?'

'I'd love some, thank you'.

'Right this way then, you just take a seat' he said pointing to the sofa, 'and I'll go get us the coffee'.

Frankie took a seat on a huge, black leather sofa that centered the living-room. In front of her she had a small coffee table and on top of that were a couple of guitar-magazines. She wondered if he'd decorated this place himself or not, it was very nice and homely and it reminded her a bit of her own apartment. She felt herself relax a bit as she got used to the dimmed light that a lamp in the ceiling spread and felt glad that she'd agreed on coming up here.

A couple of minutes later Danny returned with two cups of smoking hot coffee in his hands.

'Thank you' Frankie said as she took the hot cup, 'This smells wonderful' she added, hinting towards the coffee.

'It's my own special blend' he smiled at her 'I hope you like it.'

'I'm sure I will' she smiled back and watched him reach for a remote control. She realized that she must have looked a bit puzzled because the next thing he said was:

'I was just going to put some music on, before I forget it'.

'Oh, right, I'd already forgotten about that part, awesome memory you now'.

'Don't I know it' he said with a huge smile, 'I'm horrible at remembering things, I know it's a cliché but I'd probably forget my head if it wasn't screwed on'.

Frankie laughed at him saying that and took a sip of her coffee.

'So, Mr. Danny Jones, tell me a bit about yourself'.

'Don't I get to ask that first, we are at my place after all?' Danny said cocking an eyebrow.

'Fine, what do you want to know about me then?' Frankie said following his lead.

'Hm, lets start of with a common one, where are you from?'

'I was born and raised in Brighton, but moved here, to London, about 5 years ago.'

'Any particular reason?'

'Well…' Frankie started off a bit hesitantly.

'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I have a tendency to ask questions that people don't want to talk about'.

'No its ok, I just, well, I haven't told that many people about why I moved here, but for some strange reason I feel like I can tell you'.

'Wow, Thanks, and you can tell me anything'.

'When I was about 15 my mum died in a car-accident, and, well, when she died that left only my dad and me and that's when things got a bit complicated. You see, me and my dad have never been that close, it was always mum that kept us together, and with her gone we just drifted apart.'

Frankie lifted her eyes from her cup and looked up at Danny's face. She could see that he was listening intently and with a small look he motioned for her to continue.

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Danny watched her carefully as she looked into his eyes and he could see that this wasn't easy for her to talk about.

'We started fighting more and more and the last couple of months, not a single day went by without the two of us screaming at each other. I missed my mum a lot but I was never given the time to grieve her, my dad seemed like he just wanted to forget her and refused to even talk about her. A couple of months after her funeral he snapped for some reason and hit me over the face for, I suppose, saying something that I shouldn't have. I remember it like yesterday, the look in his eyes when he realized what he had done, and without a word he left. He walked out the door, and I knew he wasn't going to come back for me.'

Danny looked into her eyes as she said that and now he could understand where that hint of sadness in her eyes had come from. It broke his heart to hear her story, but at the same time he felt privileged that she told him about her past. Like she had said before, that she felt like she could tell him, he felt the same way, it was like they had this instant connection between them. Like he could tell her everything and she would understand him. She took a sip of her coffee before continuing.

'I waited around the house for a couple of days, not knowing what to do, when one my mum's sisters came over and realized what had happened. I went to live with her for a while, but I couldn't cope with everything that had happened and had a huge breakdown where I just cried for days. That's when she got the idea to send me away for a while. Her husband had an apartment here in London and after transferring schools I moved here on my own. They came up every weekend for two years to check up on me and paid all the bills for me and made sure that I managed ok. It was a hard couple of years, but it's done me a lot of good. I was forced to grow up pretty fast, but being on my own like that, gave me the time that I needed to process my mums death and everything that had followed it. I think that I cried my self to sleep for the first year or so, but then I reached a point where I just stopped crying. I still missed my mum like crazy, but me crying wasn't going to bring her back, I knew that she would have wanted me to get on with my life. And even if I got on with it on my own, I've always felt that she's looking out for me.'

She looked up from where her eyes had been during the conversation and looked him straight in the eyes.

'You know' she said after a looking into his eyes for a couple of seconds, 'I have never told anyone about this before, but for some reason I felt that you might understand.'

'I do understand, to some extent, and I feel very honored that you told me all this. I know this probably won't do you any good, but I'm really sorry for what you've been through.'

'Normally it wouldn't mean much too me, but coming from you, I can actually tell that you mean it, so thank you'.

'Your welcome' Danny gave her a small smile and was happy when she returned it. He was really impressed with her ability to open up to him like this and he felt happier by the minute that he had met her and gotten to know her. Even if they never met again after tonight, he would always treasure this night, but he seriously doubted that they'd never meet again. He couldn't really explain it, but the connection between them got stronger and more real the more they spoke.

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Frankie felt strangely relieved having said all that to Danny. She was surprised that she'd done it, she never talked about her past, at least not that open and sincere. It was weird, but she really felt that she could tell him everything and he would understand.

After he excused himself to go to the bathroom Frankie decided to have a look around the rest of the apartment. She walked along a small corridor next to the kitchen and after a few feet she found herself in, what must be the master bedroom.

It was a large room and in the centre was a huge bed. There wasn't much furniture in the room besides the bed, only a comfy chair and a stereo. The walls were painted in white and three of them had paintings hanging on them, all black and white photographs. It seemed to reflect Danny with almost every detail and she could tell that he probably loved this room as much as she did.

She walked over to the bed and found a small, stuffed monkey sitting on one of the pillows. She smiled at the sight and picked him up. It was obvious that it was pretty old and worn out, but she guessed that it had been with Danny for a long time.

'I see you've met Dillon' She heard Danny say and jumped about a feet at the same moment.

'God you scared me' she said with a hand over her heart.

'Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you' he said while walking up to her and taking the monkey from her hands and holding it up in front of her, 'This is Dillon, my best mate'.

'Well, it's nice to meet you Dillon' Frankie said playing along. 'I've actually got a stuffed best friend too; and if you're lucky maybe I'll introduce you two someday.'

'Oh, we cant wait for that day then' Danny said with a smile before putting Dillon back on the bed and then sitting down next to him.

'Have a seat, we can continue our conversation in here, cant we?'

'Sure' Frankie said and climbed into bed sitting herself down next to Danny and propping up a couple of pillows behind her back.

'Wow, this bed is really comfortable'

'I know, its one of my favorite places in the entire world, I never sleep as good as I do in this bed'.

'I can imagine', She agreed, 'But now it's your turn, I've told you my story, not you tell me yours'.

'Ok, but there's not that much to tell, I grew up in Bolton and lived there with my family until I joined the band. By the way, while were on that subject, ehm, this might seem like a weird question, but do you know who I am?'

Frankie eyed him closely and she could tell that asking that question made him nervous. She gave him a small smile before answering it.

'If you're talking about the whole Mcfly-thing, then yes, I know who you are.'

'Oh, ok, it's just that you've been acting so normal around me, and most girls don't, I just assumed that you didn't know or something like that'.

'No, I kind of realized at the club when I saw some people talking about you, but I figured that you wouldn't want me to make a big deal about it.'

'Ok.'

'And I don't want you to think that I'm only here because of who you are'.

'I'd never think that about you' he said with an honest voice. 'I like the fact that, so far, you've treated me just like any other person'.

'Don't take this the wrong way, but right here and now, I don't feel like I'm here with Mcfly-Danny-Jones, I'm just here with Danny Jones. I don't know if you understand what I'm trying to say here but…'

'Its ok, I understand where you're going and I'm glad that you feel like that'.

'Ok, that's great' Frankie smiled at him and rested her head on the pillows behind her. She felt a wave of tiredness come over her and when looking at the alarm on his nightstand she realized it was almost 5 o'clock in the morning, no wonder she was so tired.

She looked over at Danny and caught him right in the middle of a big yawn. She followed his lead and yawned too and before she knew it she was sound asleep against the comfortable pillows.

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Danny smiled at Frankie when she yawned too and realized how tired he was. He looked at her as she lay back on the pillows and a couple of seconds later she was asleep. He watched her for a while and then he fell asleep as well.

He woke up a few hours later and found himself facing a still sleeping Frankie. They were laying only inches apart and as he got used to the morning light she opened her eyes and looked into his. Despite the close distance neither of them moved and it didn't bother him at all, being this close to her only made him feel happy.

'Good morning' he said while stretching the sleep out of his body.

'Good morning to you too' she said with a small yawn.

'Did you sleep well?'

'Awesome and you?'

'Great, but like I said, I always sleep great in this bed'.

'I can see why now' she said before looking down at her clothes. 'Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep with my clothes on' she said with a guilty tone in her voice.

'Don't worry about it, you weren't the one' he smirked before his stomach made a growling sound. 'I'm starving; do you wanna go and get some breakfast?'

'Haven't you got anything at home? I can't be bothered to go anywhere'.

'I think I have some stuff at home, but I suck at cooking.'

'Oh, that's no problem; I'll do it she said exited. Please, please let me do it, I love to cook, especially in someone else's kitchen.

'Well, if you really want to' Danny managed to say in-between two huge yawns.

'You look really tired' she added sounding a bit concerned. 'Why don't you go back to sleep, and then when you wake up I'll have breakfast ready for you'.

'Are you sure? I can keep you company or something like it'.

'Absolutely sure' Frankie said and jumped out of bed and walked into the kitchen. Danny shook his head at her and a few seconds later he was back to sleep.

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Frankie walked into the bathroom first and washed the sleep from her eyes. She grabbed a t-shirt from her bag and pulled it on over her now pretty wrinkled dress. It was one of her best ideas, always have a t-shirt in your bag, just in case you don't wake up in you own house.

She laughed at herself when she realized which t-shirt she'd chosen and then walked over to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cupboards. For a guy living alone without cooking-abilities he sure had a lot of stuff at home. But then she remembered the cleaner, and figured that maybe he had someone to restock his supplies as well.

About an hour and half later Frankie put the finishing touches on the breakfast when she heard the door open. Danny walked into the kitchen, now dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, looking a lot more rested than earlier.

'Wow, how did you do this?' he said pointing at all the food lying before him.

'I told you I love to cook' Frankie said and shrugged her shoulders. 'Could you hand me jug? I couldn't find one anywhere'.

'Sure, I think there is one down here' Danny said and bent over by one of the cupboards to find it for her.

As he did that Frankie heard the front door opening, she turned around and noticed a blond guy walking into the kitchen.

'Hey, Danny, have you got any break…'He started off before noticing Frankie standing by the counter. 'Oh, hello hot girl, oh nice shirt' he added pointing to the words "practice safe sex" that was sprawled across her shirt.

'Hello hot boy' Frankie added quickly making him a bit surprised.

Then he suddenly noticed all the food and made a growling sound while touching his stomach. Just that moment Danny popped his head out from beneath the counter with a jug in his right hand.

'Hey Dan, since when do you know how to cook?'

'I don't, its all Frankie'.

'Who's Frankie?' he said with a questioning look to his face.

'I am'.

'Oh, right. Cool name. I'm Dougie by the way' he said with a longing look towards the food.

'Nice to meet you, would you like to join us for breakfast? You look pretty hungry'.

'Hell yes' Dougie said and took a seat by the counter waiting for the ok-sign to start eating.

A minute later another guy walked in. he looked at Dougie and then at Danny and then finally noticed Frankie standing next to the fridge. He walked over to Danny and elbowed him a bit in the side.

'Isn't that the boob-girl from last night?' he said almost whispering but with a wowed look on his face.

'Oh, right' Frankie started when she realized who it was. 'I didn't realize that it was you, the whole boob-thing is just something me and my friend do sometimes to see how guys react'.

'I see, well it makes us react, I can tell you that much' he added with a huge smile on his face.

'I'm Harry by the way, nice to meet you'.

'I'm Frankie; it's nice to meet you too'.

'Wow, all of this looks amazing' Harry said with a hungry look at the breakfast in front of him.

'Want to join us? There's plenty. I suppose I got a bit carried away with cooking all this?' Frankie said before taking a seat next to Dougie.

'Always!'

The four of them dig in on the food and keep talking about everything and nothing. Frankie is having a really good time, and looks over at Danny flashing him a smile which he happily returns.

'Where's Tom this morning? I figured he'd be coming over with you guys' Danny asked while helping himself to another pancake.

'I think he's over at his girlfriends' house, at least he was on his way there when I last spoke with him last night' Dougie said but it was barely hearable due to the masses of food in his mouth.

'Doug!' Harry said while smacking him in the back of the head. 'Don't speak with food in your mouth, it's not very polite, especially not when we have company'.

'Oh sorry' Dougie continued still chewing. 'I just can't help it, everything is so good, and if I take a break for speaking I might miss out on something.'

Everybody laughed at his comment and Frankie added: 'I'm glad you like it'.

After finishing breakfast Harry and Dougie went back to their apartments and after helping Danny with the dishes Frankie realizes that she should do the same.

'I suppose I should get going, I feel like changing out of these clothes'.

'Ok, but just give me your number first' Danny said and handed her a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote it down and handed it back to him.

'I'll call you, I promise' Danny said while taking her coat down for her.

'I'll answer, I promise' Frankie answered with a smile and then stepped out the door.

'I had a really great time tonight or this morning, or whatever it is' she said tuning around to face him as he leaned on the doorway.

'Yeah, we should do it again sometime'.

'Absolutely, I'll see you around'.

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Danny watched her get into the elevator and smiled to himself as he thought about all the events of the night. It had been a really special night, just like he had predicted and he couldn't believe he had been so lucky too meet someone as interesting as Frankie. He walked back into his apartment and closed the door behind him. He though he would give it a couple of hours before calling her, but he was already looking forward to hearing her voice again.