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Fuck!

I woke up brusquely, panting and feeling my head bombed inside my head. Maybe it was my scream that woke me up, but I wasn´t too sure. That nightmare sucked. And the worst was that it was a recurrent one. Except it changed the ending from one time to the other.

Sometimes, there was the real story, including the Principal's speech about violence and bla bla bla. Others, instead of Brent, I hit the stupid asshole with the bat over and over, until he was black and blue and red in his full entirety. But there were other times, the worst time, in which Harry was the one in control of me, playing me like his toy. I really hated those dreams, because it was like going back to high school, but in the middle of a porn movie.

"Hey, Linds." I heard the boy next to me call. He was sleepy, with his eyes slightly close, and looking at me drowsily worried.

Meet Aaron Buckingham, people. One of my best friends in the entire world and former pop star.

"Are you ok?" He wondered, leaning toward me and hugging my waist. Before you ask, he's gay. So there was nothing that could happen. Of course, that didn´t mean I couldn´t fancy him, and I did, for quite a long time, actually.

"It's that fucking nightmare again." I sighed, putting my arms around his neck. He cuddled against me.

"Girl, just forget that asshole." He ordered. Aaron knew the whole story of me and Harry, but he didn´t know the name. It was better that way, seeing as he actually knew him.

Ok, let me explain.

If I was Snow White, then Harry Judd would be the evil mother –yeap, like the original story-, changing forms to get to kill me. In his case, the little bastard had made his way into a boy band called McFly –I'm sure you heard of them-, and from there, right to make the introduction act for my brother's band, Busted –you heard of them too, right?-, with Aaron's band, V –again, famous band-. All in all, a pretty messed up situation. Thank god I found a scholarship to ran away to France back then, and I was only in tour with Busted when, mysteriously enough, McFly wasn´t.

I met another one of my best friends in that band. Tom Fletcher. I really couldn´t understand why he was friends with the asshole. I've met him before McFly really existed, when Busted was formed and he started writing lyrics with my brother. We just clicked, liking the same kind of things, and the rest was history.

No one really knew Harry Judd and Juddy were the same in my circle of friends. I had avoided him since I first saw him after graduating, and I wasn´t sure that he even knew who I was. And I was going to keep it like that as much as I could. Because if things develop in a different way, then I was bound to break all my accomplishments in my anger management classes and I would actually kill him.

"I'm trying, A-chan." I smirked. "But my nightmares have other ideas. I think I can start to hear voices telling me to send him a hitman. Do you think that would qualify as craziness for a judge?"

Aaron moved over my chest to make me shut up. "Go to sleep now." He ordered, and two seconds later I heard his soft snoring.

"Said and done, huh?" I grinned, turning around against him so I could cuddle, and closing my eyes.

We were in Japan now. After V had broken up some years ago, Aaron had ended up somehow in the show Fantastic World, at the Japanese Universal Studios. When I finished –actually, when I drop out of- my Languages degree in France, he recommended me as a member of the cast, and there I was. Performing in Japan for an amazing public. It was something really funny, that I loved. Having to sing, act, dance, all at the same time. And it was like experimenting a little bit of what my brother felt.

But the best part of all? There, I wasn´t Little Bourne anymore. I was Rin-san, or Rin-chan.

And I loved it.

But our vacations were near, and Aaron and I had decided to go back to London to visit family. That, and the fact Fletch, Tom's brother and McFly's manager, had offered me a job of what I loved more than anything: songwriting. I wasn´t really sure about it but I was going to check it up. Fletch wouldn´t send me to a stripper dance place, right?

Hopefully, he wouldn´t.

Aaron and I were on a hotel near the airport, so we could sleep a little more, since our plain was off in the morning.

And thinking about it… there was only three hours left, so maybe I shouldn´t need to sleep. I always slept in plains, anyway. Unless there was turbulence, in which was I loved to see the reaction of everyone. Most people were scared of plains, a thing I really didn´t understand, actually.

So I made my way out of Aaron's arms, toward the bathroom, to have a shower, and get properly dressed. It took me a whole hour to be ready, but only because I decided to pamper me a little and…..

Ok, fine.

The truth it's that I fell asleep on the shower, and when I woke up, I had only 40 minutes to get ready, and Aaron had stormed in the bathroom screaming at me for being a stupid little girl and falling asleep.

I snickered at him as I put a towel around my body and walked off the bathroom, leaving it to him to get dress. I grabbed my underwear, a pair of old skinny jeans I had wore all trough my months of touring with Busted, a white tank top, and a pair of purple Converses. I was never a girly-girl, so I really didn´t care about my clothing. Aaron however, didn´t let me go out with my hair all disarranged, and forced me to wear some bobby pins to keep it under control.

Half an hour later, we were inside the plain, flying away of Japan toward our home.

I must tell you, I was never good for long trips in silence, so either I fell asleep, or speak without stopping. In this case, seeing as the movie was boring enough to not make me interest but not that boring as to make me fall asleep, I turned to Aaron, and talked to him until he ordered me to shut up or else. Everyone who knew Aaron knew that his or else's were something to be afraid of. Like the or else's of the mother of Sally and Conrad.

So I was left with my Ipod to amuse myself. A thing I was never too good at, so in the end, I fall asleep over Aaron's lap, and only woke up, mysteriously enough, when we were in the car. Seeing at Aaron's body, no one would think he was able of pulling a trolley with six suitcases and a sleeping girl into a taxi, but he managed to do so, somehow.

We went straight to the Bourne household, the house –a mansion, actually, with pool, garden, tennis and football court, a studio, a cinema, a little spa on my room… and no service to take care of it, can you believe it??- my brother had bought for me but the one he used to live in since I wasn´t in England that much. Aaron was going to stay with me there, until he either found an apartment, a boyfriend or went back to Japan.

I leaved my suitcases in my room, the biggest of the house, and then I put on my purple and neon orange bikini –very vintage, right?- and made a run to the pool. The water always called me when I needed to relax, and I had a love affair with my pool. It was a sexy beast, Demetria –yes, my pool has a name, just as my Ipod, my TV, my… everything, actually-.

But… I didn´t go that far. I was forced to stop right before opening the window door to the garden.

Why, I hear you ask?

Well, I stopped because I heard my brother yelling my name behind me and, not being a very smart girl when it was about psychomotor coordination, I didn´t think about stopping before turning around, so I ended up on my knees on the floor, wincing.

"Ouch…" I complained, closing my eyes for the sudden pain. Then I turned to my brother. "James!!" I yelled. "That's no way to say hi to your sister, asshole!!"

"Well, that's no way to parade around the house!" James grinned widely, and next thing I knew, he was over me, hugging me and tickling me at the same time.

"James!! James, stop it!!" I laughed, trying to get him out of me. When I didn´t, I called the only person always saved me. "AARON!!!!"

"Hey!" James complained, stopping. I took my opportunity to slip away of his grasp, and stood quickly, standing next to him. "You little Bourne." He said grinning widely.

"Leave the poor girl alone." Said another voice. I turned around quickly, just to find Steve on the threshold of the living room, staring at us while trying to control his laughter.

"Steve!!!" I yelled, running to him. I jumped over him, with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He held me up without much trouble, laughing his heart off.

"How are you, Kitty?" Steve asked. I hadn´t seen him in a at least a whole year, and I'd missed him madly. He was the only friend of my brother I considered like an older brother himself. He was always there when you needed him, even when he was all across the world.

I pouted. "Back to Kitty?" I asked. Katherine is my second name, but I prefer being call Kitty rather than Little Bourne.

"Hey, why Steve get's a better reception than your own brother, huh?!" James complained, approaching me. "And you, Steve, let my baby sister in the floor when she's wearing nothing."

I stuck my tongue out at him, and didn´t let go of Steve.

"Come on, man, you know she's like my baby sister too." He grinned.

"But she's not!" James said jealously. Steve and I laughed mockingly at him. He was always like that when it was about boys, whether they were as brothers or as boyfriends. "And she's practically naked and I don´t like it to have her all over you like that-."

"Uh, boy."

Aaron's voice came to us from the stairs and we both turned to look at that place. Of course, we had a whole hallway until the stairs so we couldn´t really see what was going on, but that exclamation of excitement could only meant… hottie alert.

"So, Jimmy boy, did you bring with you some new hottie?" I asked, as I moved to Steve's back with easiness. When I was little, the nickname was Little Bourne the Monkey.

James' smile brightened up. "I'll tell you if I get a hug. I don´t see my sis in almost two years, and she prefers my friends."

"Aw!" I exclaimed, I wasn´t going to corrected him. He had seen me two months before for a weekend in Japan. "Here, you can have a hug and a kiss." I stated, leaning to hug him as I kissed his cheek.

James laughed. "Fine, fine. I'll tell you. Tom's here." He said. I beamed happily, even when my poor deranged brain realized it couldn´t be Tom Aaron was uh, boy-ing about.

Steve and James –meaning me too, since I was on Steve's back- started to walked to the playroom.

"Hey, mate." James called once we were inside. Tom was there with the Wii controller in his hand, but he wasn´t alone. Nope. Three other guys were with him. Oh, fuck.

"Hey, J… Linds! Hey!" Tom exclaimed surprise to see me. He stood up and walked to me, so I moved down of Steve's back and hugged Tom. He then put me at arm length to observe me up and down. He grinned cheekily and gave a glance to my brother. "Looking good." He stated. "I thought you weren´t supposed to be here 'till next week."

"Well, I'm full of surprises." I smirked.

James didn´t wait to answer him and smacked his head. "Leave my sister alone." He hissed.

"Hey, why didn´t we know before Jimmy's sister was so fit, huh, huh??" A guy with curly longish hair asked. He was Danny Jones. I had met him a couple of times before, but we never really talked. As I said, I preferred to be with Busted when McFly wasn´t around.

"You met her, stupid." Tom said. "She's Little Bourne. Remember? The one that beat you to Chinese finger fight." I smiled proudly of that. Hey, I said we didn´t really talk and I keep that. You don´t need to really talk to beat someone on Chinese finger fight.

Danny looked me tilting his head, confusion on his handsome face. "Well… I didn´t know she was so fit. I'm Danny." He introduced himself.

I laughed. "And James' my brother! Want to know what he did to my ex boyfriend?" I asked fakely perky.

"I didn´t do anything." James jumped to his own defense. Hell if he hadn´t. He had scared the poor boy away telling him I was actually a Satanist trying to convert him and then use him as a sacrifice.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that. You're going to need to believe it when one of them accuses you of assaulting." I grinned.

"So, this is Dougie." Tom interrupted, pointing to pretty boy number two, The Skater. I smiled at him.

"I'm Lindsay." I said, waving. And then it was the moment I feared the most. The introduction of the asshole. He had been glaring at me, probably trying to remember where the hell he had seen me before. So I did what I was best at, and find a way out. "Hum, I think I'm going to put some clothes on. See ya in a bit." I smiled.

Danny complained out loud, gaining himself a pillow to his head, but I just laughed it off. It wasn´t like I was a beauty or something like that. I mean. My chest wasn´t perfect –maybe a little too much for a London model philosophy-, I was a little too skinny –due to my overactive metabolism-, I had red hair reaching the top of my butt that changed from day to day, pale white skin covered with freckles, too bright and shiny green eyes that most of the time looked like I was or about to cry or with fever, and I was short, not even reaching the 5' 2. Nothing neither too pretty nor too fancy. Yes, I knew I wasn´t hideous, but I wasn´t popstar-ogling-at material.

I ran to my room, and quickly changed my bikini for a bright green bra and a purple thong. I grabbed a long Manchester United tee, but I had it only half down my head when I heard a devilish snickered. My whole body cringed, recognizing the voice. Out of reflex, I downed the rest of my shirt down to cover as much as I could before turning around.

I stumbled against the edge of my bed when I did that, because he was just some inches away of me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped, standing up again. I didn´t felt comfortable having him towering over me when I could add some inches to my height by standing up.

"Wandering around. Wondering why is it that Baby Bourne is actually the same Little Bourne I used to love so much." He said, his voice dripping his sarcasm. "Wouldn´t think the nickname would stick this badly."

"Come on, Juddy. You're not that original. They've being calling me Little Bourne for ages even before you appeared." I snorted. "I'm going to be known as Little Bourne even when I'm… 30."

I tried to walk away past him to grab some shorts, but he grabbed my arms to stop me and crashed me against the wall. The world started spinning when my head hit the wall.

"Leave me alone!" I exclaimed, fighting against his grip. Harry only smirked wider, pressing his body to mine.

"You know? I always wondered how it would feel to have you like this." He said, licking his lips. "Are you still a virgin?"

I felt myself blushed. How would he find out something like that?! "Leave me alone." I ordered again, looking at him with cold eyes.

"So, you are. Want me to help you get rid of that trouble?" He asked, licking his lips. I hated this man, I truly did. But something in him also made me… want him. Like Al Pacino in The Devil's Advocate, drawing people in even when he was the devil himself, and not Satan's son, like Juddy.

"No. I want you to take your hands off of my body now, or I'll scream." I stated.

He grinned maliciously, leaning toward me and brushing my lips with his own, letting go of me. But I still couldn´t move unless I wanted to kiss him.

"Get ou-" I started, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he kissed me. Hard, and it hurt in so many different ways. I fought to get him off of me, and when I didn´t, I bit him, hard, on the lip. Harry moved away surprise, grabbing his bleeding lip. "You're an asshole. Go choke with an A string." I stated, slapping him hard and almost running away of my bedroom.

I needed to get out before I'll kill him with my own hands.

I went back to the playroom, in where my brother and their friends were engrossed in a very weird discussion about… well, weird things. I didn´t need to hear a lot to know I was going to enjoy the development of the conversation; I only needed one phrase.

"I think Mick Jagger would be astounded and amazed if he realized to many people he's not a sex symbol, but a mother image." My brother stated grinning.

"Hey, now! Mick Jagger is pretty sexy, thank you very much." I felt compelled to correct, as I grabbed one of the Sprite bottles in the table and jumped in the sofa. The boys acknowledged my presence but they kept talking like before.

My brother, however, just glared at me. "He's 70!"

"She likes Alan Rickman, and he's older." Aaron felt compelled to add. Sometimes I wondered why I'm still friends with him when he tend to do things like that more than often. I think his favorite hobby is to humiliate me, really. Like… there was that time when his boyfriend was one of the hottest Japanese guys I had ever seen in my life. The asshole went and told him that I fancied him, and from then on I was known as the cute short British girl that fancied Aaron's boyfriend.

"I don't…" I started, but then shook my head. "Yeah, I do. So what? He's hot and I could listen to his voice for ever."

"EW! Don´t say those things to me!!!! NOOO, BAD MIND IMAGES!!!!" James complained, putting his hands on his ears. I laughed, maybe a little too loud, because Harry had just came back, and sat next to Danny and Dougie, and started playing something in the Playstation 3 with them.

"Deal with it, Jimmy. I had to deal with your weird antics half my life, PLUS I was traumatized for Busted. It would be a miracle if I turn up normal, and not a nympho or a lesbian!" I stated, and next thing I knew, James, my dear brother, had threw a pillow right to my face, with so good aiming, it send me flying back, so I ended up on my back on the floor wincing.

I didn´t really expect that.

"JAMES!" I complained, sitting up. "You don´t love me. See why I prefer Steve and Aaron? They don´t hit me!" I whined, pretending to cry as I stood up and sat again on my sofa. "Aaron just humiliates me and Steve is the good one. You're the abusive one. I'm going to write a blog about it! James Bourne is an abusive brother. And I'm going to tell everything about that time you sent me to the hospital because you threw me off the stairs."

"Honey, you're the only one here that sent other people to the hospital." Aaron said, sitting next to me and putting an arm around my shoulders.

"Yeah. You should be glad no one ever sued you." James grinned. "That guy from school could have done it."

He was talking about Brent, not Harry. Juddy couldn´t have sued me because then I would explain exactly how did I got those bruises on my arm. It had been pretty hard to tell my brother, but if I had told him the truth, then Harry Judd would be no more, and that would mean McFly would be no more and that would mean a lot of angry fans of Busted wouldn´t have something to listen to, and then… they would make me disappeared for getting Juddy kill.

"Oh, come on! What kind of man wants to tell the world a little girl just kicked their butts to the next century, huh?"

"She has a point." Tom nodded.

"Of course I do. I'm pretty good with collaborative thinking. I work well with other people." I swear, that phrase had sense in my brain. But the things that had sense inside my brain usually don´t have any sense at all. I was used to it, and I was even used to be Brandom from day to day –that goes from B and random together. Blame Matt for it- when I met the Busted boys.

"Oh, and I'm an instant star." James snorted.

I laughed, and Steve and I added at the same time: "Just add water and stir!"

"Don´t worry, boys." Tom said grinning, leaving his Playstation 3 control on the floor. Danny and Dougie –I refused to even acknowledged Harry's presence- were looking at us kinda weirdly. "You don´t even have to pretend that has any sense at all."

Danny laughed. "In a pretty weird sense, it did."

"Finally!!" I exclaimed. "I like you, you're smart." I stated and he grinned.

"You don´t like him." James corrected.

As you can see, he's VERY overprotective. And I will forever sustain he's the one to blame for my anger management problems.

"No, I don´t." I laughed.

"You're mocking me."

"Of course. But only because I love you!"

"I really don´t know how we're relate…"

"I can tell you how. Because you're both just as random." Steve stated. James and I glared at him, but our phrases to retaliate at that were… well, random.

"Hey! Looks like a pair of rolled up socks to me!" I exclaimed.

"Hey, it's normally easy to categorize something when you hear it for the first time!" James announced.

Everyone laughed at us, but we were used to it.

"Ok, for you," Steve said, pointing at me. "You're crazy. Are you talking about groins or what? And you." Now he pointed to James. "I heard you you for at least two years. It's hardly the first time."

"That means it's bollocks, mate." I corrected. "And why am I the crazy one when it's James' the one who has lost memory issues?"

"It's because we're majority, darling." Tom stated in his southern American accent. Believe me, his southern American accent was worst than my southern American accent, and it was hard to hear it and not laugh.

"Stick your majority up your ass." I stated.

"That wouldn´t be pretty at all." Dougie said thoughtfully. I snickered.

"I don´t think so either." I stated.

"Well, but if you…" James started, but was interrupted by Aaron.

"Are you really contemplating it?" He wondered.

James grinned cheekily, and instead of answering that, he jumped up with a different thing altogether. "Now hear this: it is dangerous to leave moisturizing cream in the refrigerator, as it could be mistaken for mayonnaise."

"And he knows from experience, really." Tom laughed.

"Poor Kara missed her Lançome…" I said dramatically. "But he has great taste in creams." I mocked.

"Says the girl who ate warms." James grinned.

"It was a bet! And must I remind you who made it."

"Me." He announced.

"Exactly."

"But you can´t complain, because in exchange you made me wear a dress to your party."

I grinned. Yes, I did. Good memories. "And you pulled my friend Chrissie because she thought it was cute to do that for your sister. Really, I don´t understand it. How can it be cute to dress as a girl for anyone? I would find it weird, at the very least." I stated.

"Chrissie wasn´t that good anyway."

"James!!" I exclaimed. "If you keep it like this, pulling ALL my friends and then complaining, then I'll… I'll pull all of your friends!" I announced. "And." I said, with a dramatic pause. "I'm going to start with someone you hate."

"You're going to stay away of Dave."

I had to laugh at that, really. Just some years ago, whenever I said that it was You're going to stay away of Charlie!!. The best part it was he never really hated either of them. In fact, he was quite friends with them. But they weren't good enough for James' baby sister.

Actually, no one was good enough for his baby sister. Except maybe Matt, but he was married, expecting a child.

I was going to retort something, when I heard my phone ringing in some distant room. My phone's ringtone is –embarrassing and- loud, really loud, so I couldn´t ignore it. I got up from my sofa and ran out of the room without really giving any excuses. As I ran past the door, I heard Danny asked in a amused tone: "Mate, is her ringtone of Strawberry Shortcake?", and Dougie adding "I don´t even want to know how you know those things."

And yes, my ringtone was Jamming, from Strawberry Shortcake. And believe me, that was one of the least embarrassing ones my friend put in my phone. I had the Cuppy Cake song, A berry good song, the four ringtones of Shane Dawson –that guy from Youtube- and Barbie girl or Sex on the beach by Aqua.

"Hi, Lori!" I gleamed trough the phone after founding it in the living room and seeing the happy face with the tongue out of my best girl friend. She was the one to blame for the ringtones.

Lorraine Bradbury was my best friend since I was 3 years old. She was my neighbor since that time, and we were inseparable to the point of actually changing school when she started in Uppingham. Lori was one of the few persons in the world who knew Juddy was Harry Judd, and, because of that, she didn´t really like McFly even when she didn't have a problem with Tom.

"Amiga!!" she yelled too loud, forcing me to take the mobile out of my ear. I started to go back to the playroom. "Where are you? In Japan they told me you were MIA with Aaron. Where are you?!!"

"If you low your volume I'll tell you." She did as she was told and stopped the squealing and yelling. "I'm in my house right now. Want to join me?"

Two seconds later, I heard… nothing. She had just hanged up on me. But I was used to. That was her way of saying "Oh for the love of bloody Christ!!! I'm on my way to your house right now, girl!! Don´t you dare to move".

"Was that Lori?" James asked, a little too eagerly. Hum… I was need to ask her if she had spent a little too much of time in the house while I wasn´t there…

"Yeap. She's coming over."

"Really?!"

"Ok. Keep your hands away of this one, you. Or I swear I'll pull Dave."

"Hey, I don´t fancy Lori at all."

"And anyway, do you really think Dave would do your sister?" Juddy said. It was the first time that he kind of addressed me. I glared at him, tempted to hit him. Maybe I could break his nose again if I aimed nicely…

"You know? That's right." James grinned.

"You're upsetting the poor girl." Tom said in my defense. "She's not used to the fact she better turn into a noun." He laughed.

I glared at him, smacking his neck. "I'm going to wait for Lori down, so you could do your regular orgy. Just… do it on that side, please." I said, pointing to the TV wall. "So I can have it taped and then sell it in e-bay with a book to go with it, telling the whole story of your adventures." I announced, waving at them as I walked away.

Welcome back to London, huh?

Sooo..... i'm really sorry for this chapter. It's a biiiig chapter full of... nothing. But it was necesary for introductions. It's just a sucky filler, i know -.- Sorry! XD I promise the real action starts next chapter -just in case, you all cross your fingers, please-. But at least there's some Harry/ Lindsay, right?

When I'm done with the starting of the story and once I have the ending somehow decided, I'm going to re-write this.

By the way, there's seven quotes from British pop singers or bands. You guess at least five, and I'll write a one shot for you under your exacts outlines XD

Love!

XOXO