Don't own McFly

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The show went off with out a hitch and no one in the audience would have ever been able to guess what had happened hours ago. The all American sweet little girl who sang about shy love had shot someone and as all the audience watched her and applauded her, the boys watched her from the side and watched in awe. There she was singing and playing the guitar like that sweet little angel the press had claimed her to be but they still couldn't shake the chills they had from what just happened. Who was this person they were on tour with?

Celeste decided to go the boy's dressing room and check on them. Really she was making sure they hadn't told everyone and their brother and or were spilling there guts to a psychiatrist like Dr. Phil. Because everyone knows if you just went through a horrible experience and need some good advice you should go and tell a plumber from south Texas prancing around with an Oprah given PHD. Any way, she knocked softly on the door and opened it. Tom was sitting on a stool whispering something Danny was strumming his guitar while sitting in a chair and Dougie and Harry were starring off into space on the couch..

"Hey guys! Is wy'all doing okay?"

The boys all looked around at each other. Then Finally Tom waved her in further and said.

"Why don't you tell us what err . . . why whatever it is happened, happened."

She came in and sat down on the extra chair. As she began Tom looked directly at her while Danny kept his head down but looked up at her and Dougie and Harry kept staring off into space.

"Well, I wasn't raised out in the country I actually was raised in California's Echo Park. It's not the best neighbor hood so I learned how to take care of myself and I carry a gun because well that just what people do there. So coming to big cities made me carry it again."

No one moved but then Dougie spoke up

"Well I guess I get that but I think it'd make me feel safer if you didn't carry that you know."

"Sorry, I thought I helped."

"Well we can take care of our selves and we'd never let anyone hurt you." Said Danny

"Yeah by carrying that gun its saying you don't feel safe with them." added Tom

"I'm sorry, I won't carry it. I do feel safe I just I don't know sorry. Are we okay?"

"Ha yeah just don't kill them and its all gravy" Danny laughed.

"I'll be good once the shock wears off. You were way bad ass." Dougie said in amazment.

"Dude I thought you were just gonna shoot him point blank." Danny laughed

"Very Angelina Jolie" commented Tom

They all laughed even Celeste though she was a little embarrassed. But she did take notice that Harry had left himself out of the conversation. She smiled at him.

"Well after tonight I am wiped so I'm gonna head to bed. See you guys tomorrow."

"Night" They all said

"Yeah you know I'm super tired after everything I think I'll head to bed too." Harry announced standing up.

"Yeah I think we all will" said Tom

Dougie shook his head and Danny agreed too.

Harry walked quickly down the hall and knocked on Celeste's door. He heard her say come in. He forcefully opened the door and slammed it shut. Celeste looked up in shock and fright.

"What the hell was that?" asked Harry

"What are you talking about?"

"That shit 'I grew up in a rough neighbor hood' you don't threaten what you did and do what you did just because you grew up in a 'bad neighborhood'."

Celeste got mad "Well I do. Plus you don't know me you didn't grow up where I did."

"But I know enough people to know that every person in the ghetto ends up carrying a gun. So what the fuck? Do you have someone out for you?"

"No." she said crossing her arms

"Well then what you have to open up to me. I don't know you because you won't let me. Whether our relationship started off drunk or not it still meant something. Alcohol doesn't develop feelings for you, you know."

At this point Celeste started crying and biting her nails.

"Don't pull that weak shit if it's one thing you've proved it's that you're not that delicate now tell me. What. Is. It?"

"Well growing up I got involved with the wrong type of people." She began and Harry slowly became less tense.

"I really hung out with the wrong crowd. You know it wasn't like I didn't know better it's just that we had been friends for so long and even though I knew that what they were doing was wrong I couldn't brake myself from them. It was like if she was gonna go and do all these bad things at least I could make sure she didn't go too far. But she was raised in the wrong set up. A broken family, rough neighborhood, loser boyfriends; she was doomed before anything happened. So we'd go out to parties and they'd drink and do drugs. I never touched the drugs though!" She stated talking quicker at this moment and became more animated.

"I drank a little mostly to pass the time but I never go plastered or anything. I couldn't every party ended with them running from the cops and somebody had to be able to run a straight line. I'd end up pushing her into a dumpster or something to hide her or else she'd go home and her crack head dad would beat her. Of course taking the time to hide her meant that I got caught. . . A LOT! At first the cops would just take me home my mom understood, well a little, about my commitment to my friend. I just couldn't let her destroy herself like that so I destroyed myself. I spent a few days in juvenile mostly they were just over night stays nothing bad. But then I just started getting in fights at school trying to protect her rep. She was sleeping around and getting really crazy with the drugs, I mean she'd come to school totally screwed up." Then Celeste looked away a little and her eyes got a little misty.

"Then one night I just couldn't take it any more. I couldn't risk getting caught again or else I'd be spending more than one night in jail. I tried to stop her but she wouldn't listen her other friends just said I was soft that I shouldn't worry and she'd be fine. But I couldn't trust them!" She began to cry.

"I couldn't so I turned her in I called the cops and turned her in. at least in jail she couldn't get hurt or hurt herself. That's where the gun comes in people found out she told other that I did it. I saw her in jail confessed it was me that turned her in and said it was for her own good. But she freaked and said I stabbed her in the back and that I should watch mine. I got attacked a few times and so I bought a gun off a street dealer to keep me safe." She started to calm down.

"My dad bought some cheap land out east and we moved there I kind of sheltered my self from people. I didn't know how to react anymore. I don't know what happened to me." Celeste shook her head lightly like trying to forget a bad dream. For the second time that night there was only one word that came to Harry's mind.

"Wow."

"Hmm yea."

"I'm sorry I pushed you."

"It's okay but don't tell the other okay? I just well it's nice to get it out but I don't want to be some sob story you know."

"My word" Harry said grabbing her shoulders rubbing them. She slowly looked up at him and he leaned in and kissed her. Then he backed away and smiled.

"See you tomorrow."

Okay so was this one longer. Sorry they've been short but I just write in little spurts that pop into my head.