II

"I'm not really understanding why all this secret, really."

Fletch was sitting in front of me in his office, in a building near King's Cross where he worked. He had asked me to go there to arranged some little parts to my contract and to live up to the necessary formalities of being hire, because I already was.

Or so Fletch kept repeating to me.

"Just bear with this, ok?" He grinned. I was feeling like stomping the floor and throwing a tantrum, but I didn´t. It was my first day there and I surely didn't want to make a bad first impression. Even when I had the slightest idea who the hell was I going to work for. All Fletch said was that it was a new record company, trying to make it big. He said it had talent, and it had the plus of not being my brother's company. But Fletch wouldn´t say anything more.

"I'm doing it. If this would have happen some years ago, I would have already destroyed the whole place, you know it. So please tell me who the hell it's the owner of this place so I can just stop picturing you selling me to the slave's buyers." I stated.

That was one of the possibilities my brain found to that secrecy.

"Lindsay, why would I do that?" Fletch asked, arching an eyebrow confused. He almost always took what I said seriously.

"I'm always amazed that some peoples take what I say seriously." I said, lowering my head to the table. "I don´t even take what I am seriously."

Fletch laughed softly. "You're Little Bourne. You can´t take that seriously."

I was going to retaliate at that, but someone knocked the door. None of us really expected it, so it surprised us grandly. Fletch reacted first, and indicated to whoever was to get in. I, on the other hand… I completely froze when I saw who it was.

"Hey, Fletch! The lads are late, huh?" Harry Judd asked smiling. That alone was weirder than ever. Harry Judd didn´t smile, or at least not when I was close to see it. I stood up abruptly, grabbing my purse, and taking all looks on me.

"What's wrong, Linds?" Fletch asked worriedly.

"I… just remembered I can't work here. Allergic to… trains, that's it. Sorry, Fletch." I exclaimed hastily, walking away of the office. Harry moved out of my way a little, surprised to see me there too. But I wasn´t going to care for him. Hell, he could go root off a cliff, and I wasn´t going to care.

I almost ran to the elevator, and waited less than a second for it to open the doors. When it arrived, Dougie, Danny and Tom walked out of it. Just great. What about my escape?!

I suddenly felt like stomping my feet and threw a tantrum.

"Linds! So you're the new songwriter! That's awesome." Tom said, stopping me from getting inside the elevator. I huffed, glaring at it. Stupid object.

"No, I'm not. I was… just in the neighborhood, right." I said, tempted to push them all away so I could make my dramatic exit.

"What are you running away from?" Dougie asked confused, but I couldn´t answer because Fletch appeared out of thin air.

"Lindsay! Where the hell are you going?"

I glared. "Stupid assholes…" I muttered in a low voice, turning around to Fletch. "I told you. I'm allergic to trains, sorry." I said, trying to walk away again, but Tom was faster and grabbed my hand.

"Are you ok?" He asked. I nodded.

"Why wouldn´t I be?"

"Act like a grown up." Harry snorted. I huffed. Yeah, right. He was telling me to act like a grown up?

"Yeah, talk to someone who cares." I spited angrily, but just as quickly as I said that, I wished I hadn´t say so. Everyone looked at me, and then at Harry, and then back at me. However, I took that distraction to moved inside the elevator and wait patiently for them not to notice me as the doors closed.

I smirked to myself once the elevator started moving down slowly as Tom yelled my name. Now I only needed to run away… And that sounded better in my mind, really. Once I was on the main floor, I walked through the hall, but as soon as I reached the door, I heard someone called my name from behind. I didn´t really stop to think about it, and started running away. The boy did the same, and we both stormed off the building, he chasing me and I… running away. Believe me when I say it's not a good thing to have me and Harry in the same room pretending to be civil. I was bound to kill him sooner or later.

I still heard him, however he was, behind me when I ran past King's Cross, trough Argyle Street and other streets I really didn´t look at, and when I reached Coram's Fields, I decided it was safe enough to turn around to see who was. Of course, it wasn´t, since I ended up scattered in the floor because I tripped with a little boy.

"Ouch!" I winced, hitting my head with the floor. The boy running after me stopped, and kneeled worriedly.

"Are you ok?" He asked. It wasn´t Harry. It was Dougie. He looked worried, but soon his expression changed. "Why the hell did you ran away, girl?!" he demanded to know.

I flinched. "Just because." I said, accepting his hand to stand up. A lot of little kids were laughing at my tremendous fall, a some parents were looking at me concerned.

Now that I looked back, it was something pretty stupid to do, but I wasn´t known to be thoughtful. I never thought before doing something and I usually didn´t regret the consequences until it was too late. Like now, when I was on the floor, suffering of a huge headache.

"Lindsay, did something happen with Harry?" Dougie asked as he help me standing up, grabbing me by the arms so I wouldn´t be able to run away. And I tried. Really.

… I know. I'm stupid.

Dougie laughed. "Nope, I'm not going to let you go until you explain me what happened. And if you lie… Do it properly." He grinned, dragging me to a café near Coram's Fields. Dougie didn´t let me go until we were sitting in a box-seat on the back of the place, so I wouldn´t be able to escape. "Ok, spill." He demanded after ordering a Cappuccino for me and a café-au-lait for him.

"We were to the same school." I said, and that was like the button to relished chaos. I couldn´t hold on anything anymore, and I told him… well, everything. About our fights, about the hitting, about the bickering, about the hating, about everything. I emphasize the fact I broke his noise, and the fact I broke my ex boyfriend's arm with a bat. If he concentrated on the times Harry pushed me and gave me bruises, I would feel more like a complete stupid. It could sound like… an abused girlfriend.

When I finished, Dougie nodded slowly, staring right at my eyes. He seemed to understand, and he wasn´t judging at all.

"Well, I do understand why you ran now." He grinned.

"I didn´t think you were appreciate it if I kill your drummer." I grinned back. "I did go to anger management classes, but… Believe me, it's difficult to contain myself when I'm in front some very annoying person."

"Like Harry?"

"Like Juddy. I know he can be… a good person." I almost chocked with that word. "But we hate each other since we know each other."

He nodded, and then snickered. "Did you really hit your boyfriend with a cricket bat?"

I laughed. "Yeah… yeah, I did it." I grinned. "I was even worst with my anger back then and I like to blame Harry for actually putting the bat in my hands."

"I always thought he was like the Joker."

"How? Like… some men only want to watch the world burn?" I asked quoting Alfred Pennyworth in The Dark Knight.

Dougie laughed, nodding. "An agent of chaos!"

"Exactly. Introducing a little anarchy." I grinned. "And I'm not as half as relax and calm as Batman, so I wouldn´t be able to… control me and not kill him."

"But running away? Isn´t that too much? Next time, tell me and I'll take you away." Dougie smiled widely. At first, I smiled back, until the fact his words were implying hit me right in the head.

I shook my head. "I really can´t."

"Oh, no. You can. And you're going to. Your lyrics are amazing, for what I read." I opened my mouth to retort, but he stopped me by putting his hand over my mouth. "You can´t let this enmity with Harry stop you to do what you want. Besides, it's ancient history, right? He could've change just as much as you could."

"He didn´t change." I stated. "And neither did I. Dougie…"

"At least try. For a month. If you don´t like it, or if you attend to kill him or he tries to push you down the stairs, then you're off, with a great severance pay."

The offer was tempting.

As in… really tempting.

So I accepted. But if I must confess this to you… part of the reasons for my decision was… well, that Dougie was a stud. And a fun stud. One that was kind, nice, charming and sympathetic. And one I kinda fancy. But HUSH, don´t say it too loud.

After my humiliating acceptance, we went back to the office's building. It was difficult to stand Harry's smug look of victory, but when he noticed, Dougie grabbed a hold of my hands, soothing me almost instantly. Fletch smacked me in the head as Tom pushed me to his brother's office by the shoulders. Danny was quite confuse, not really sure where to go, and Harry shrugged when he asked him what the hell was that.

I spent the rest of the day in the Super Records' building. Well, actually, I spend it in the roof of the building with the purple laptop Fletch had got me –oh, he knows me too much-, finding inspiration. Since I was in probation, and they didn´t really have a band for me to write for, I was free to write whatever I wanted.

… Which ended up been a stupid little song of a superhero called Lyricsman that "save the world one song at a time". I wasn´t really inspired, ok? The muses are not people who come when you want them to. They're a little bitchy and a lot diva-y.

Fletch came looking for me sometime around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, telling me the boys were going to order pizza. So I walked down with him with my pretty new laptop. For the entirety of the meal, I just sat there, observing.

McFly was so much different than Busted, or V, or even Son of Dork, it was scary. Being James Bourne's little sister, I was used to band meetings and songwriting contest and food fights and disgusting things. I have seen it all before. But Tom, Danny, Dougie and Juddy were… well, different. Maybe because my brother wasn´t involved now, or because food was involved, I didn´t know.

Somehow, I found myself opening my laptop in the middle of a heat discussion about girls thongs and skates, completely absorbed with my writing to hear anything else. It was a silly song, a story about a boy and many fetishes. It wasn´t my best thing ever, but it was cute and funny, something my brother would sing. I smiled to myself when I was ready, and looked up, to found everyone staring at me.

I blushed.

"Hum… Hi?" I said, smiling slowly, nervously.

"What was that you were humming?" Tom asked, getting up of his seat and coming to me.

"A song." I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I wouldn´t be humming to a football game, right?"

"Queen Sarcastic much?"

"Exactly." I grinned, moving as he leaned toward my laptop.

"This is good." Tom announced. Soon enough, Danny and Dougie were behind me, peeking at my pretty laptop.

I winced. "You could've ask."

"Hey, can I see it?" Danny asked with a smirk on his lips, no point to doing so seeing he had already grabbed the computer on his hands and was now taking it to the other side of the studio. He grabbed his guitar and looked at me.

"So, how's the music?" Dougie asked. He was sitting next to me, with his bass. I sighed, and slowly started to sing.

He sits with his guitar and he dreams

Of Voodoo fetishes and "plastic love"

Of leather, latex and spandex

He closes his eyes and sees her

Wearing fishnets, corsets and stocking

And Stiletto heel shoes

Whispering in his ear

About commodity fetishism.

I was amazed when we were done.

Danny's husky voice and Tom's a little sweeter, mixed with bass, guitar and drums, and even my soft voice, sounded… like a hit song. Dougie smiled at me, nodding, and mouthed at me I knew you'd like. It was his way of saying "I told you so".

I grinned.

"Even when I really don´t get it what commodity fetishism has to do with anything, I like it." Danny smirked.

"I would double the tempo." Juddy stated, playing with his drumsticks absent-mindly. I didn´t even condescend to glare at him.

"Maybe after the third line?" Tom offered.

I shrugged, tempted to sticking my tongue out at Harry. "I'm not very good with the music, you know it. Unless is piano, or a song I already heard. So do whatever you feel like should be done." I laughed.

Tom nodded, grinning at me, and the boys started playing again, changing the rhythm a little. I have to admit, it sound better, and the fast tempo did suit the song. Not that I was going to accept that to Harry. Actually, I was starting to feel so annoyed by his persistent staring at me with hate in his eyes, the idea of hanging him with an A string started to feel better and better.

A hand on my naked knee forced me back to reality by surprise. It gave me tingles up my leg, and goose bumps, as I followed the fingers to the hand to the wrist to the arm and right up to Dougie's face. God, he was one of the most gorgeous things I have ever seen.

"I told you, Linds." Fletch said grinning like the Mad Hatter. "You're our first official addition."

The boys all looked at each other, and then at me.

"That's right!" Danny said. "I hadn´t really thought about it that way. You are!"

"We should celebrate this!" Tom added.

"We should take her out tonight!" Dougie offered snickering at their amusement. His hand was still on my knee.

"Dougie, don´t be like that. I'm sure she deserves to get in the club too." Harry said, arching an eyebrow, and in a tone that could easily mean he was just joking. He wasn´t.

Dougie glared at him. "I didn´t mean it like that." He said. "But I guess if you all don´t really want to, then I'll have to take her myself. I don´t mind." Dougie joked, putting the same hand that was on my knee, around my shoulders. I laughed.

"You'll have to deal with James. And you know how James can react." Tom said almost threatening.

I stood up, smiling at the boys. "Well, I would love to keep chatting, but, seeing the hour, I should get going. I have a date." I grinned. "With Lori!" I added, sticking my tongue out at Tom.

"But we were going to take you out." Danny complained, pouting at me. Dougie corrected him, saying he was going to take me out, but no one really listened to him.

"Oh, well. Then just call me. I'm going to be at home, so I'll be easy to find." I nodded. "Otherwise, Tom has my mobile number."

I waved goodbye at the boys, and walked out of the building, again. I took a taxi back to my house, and once I was there I called Lori, inviting her over. You really didn´t need much to say after assuring her James was there, and Aaron and Steve were there too. So I went in search of my brother –believe me, it was a quest bigger than a Crusade-, to find him on his studio, finishing some last sounds of a song.

"Hey, Jimmy."

He looked up of his computer, and smiled at me. "Tom said they had a little hitmaker on their hands now, and are ashamed I didn´t tell them before." He grinned.

"Oh, did he now?"

"Yeap. Some song about Voodoo and S&M?"

"About fetishes. Those were all fetishes." I explained, but James just laughed.

"You're a pervert." James laughed. "But I believe that I often bring out the best in somebody's talents, so…"

"Asshole." I snickered, smacking him on the head. "It's your fault, anyway. If you hadn´t perverted my mind on the Busted tour, then I would probably be normal right now."

"Oh! Speaking of Busted, Matt and Emma are going to stay here the next week. They had some great news they wanted to tell you."

News?

"What news?"

"They want to tell you. I'm not going to do so."

"Oh my god!" I gasped, looking him in the eye. I knew my brother better than I knew myself, and I could read the answer on his face. "Don´t tell me…? James! Don´t tell me…? Emma's pregnant!!!!"

"Lindsay!" He complained, grinning. "Don´t tell them I told you."

"I won´t. But… Oh my gosh!!! Emma's pregnant!!! I'm going to be an aunt!!!" I squealed delighted. "I'm going to be the godmother!!!"

"Hey, you! No one asked you to be the godmother!" James scold me, but to no avail. I was in my own world of bliss-ness where little Avery Willis played football with me as we tried to throw uncle James to the pool. Or I was there until James smacked me hard on the head. "Back to reality. Charlie's coming over, and Tom told me something about going out? To celebrate something… Did you really tried to run away?"

"Charlie's coming over?" I asked happily, but James knew me too much and understood I was trying to get him off my case with the running away. He accepted it, and told me his gigantic friend was coming, so I should behave. Let's just say I didn´t take it well enough when he chose Fightstar over Busted. And it didn´t help at all that the band was actually good and my brother was still great friends with him –after some mourning period- or the fact he was actually really hard to hate.

"I always behave. And Lori's coming too. So you behave. You don´t pull my friends, and I don´t pull yours." I stated, knowing it was pointless, as he so kindly mentioned.

"Darling Lindsay, the difference between your friends and my friends is that I can actually threaten them not to accept your advances. And we both know the effectiveness of your threaten to your friends."

He was right.

Damn him for being right.

Damn him to hell!

"James, what exactly have you been doing with Lori while I wasn´t here?"

"Nothing, really. Just talking about how lonely we felt without you. I took her out a couple of times…"

"Are you trying to tell me Eddie's personification is going slow?"

Oh, mate, that was something amazing!

"I'm not Eddie's personification. That's David. And I'm not going slow, because I'm not going anywhere. We're just… best friend's brother and little sister's friend. That's all."

"Sure it is. Don´t break her heart, because I'm going to shag Dave in front of you." I stated grinning. James opened his mouth to speak, but the bell ringing interrupted him. We shared a quick glance, and then… the race was on. We stormed off of his studio, running wildly to the front door, yelling and pushing each other so the other wouldn´t win.

In the end, I won, and I opened the door, but only because I jumped to James' back and when he fell to the floor, I ended up over him with the distance enough to open the door.

"Hello?"

I looked up –and up and up and up… until my eyes reached the skies and beyond- to find Charlie Simpson's dark brown eyes. He was grinning at us from his height, looking amused and as good as ever. I stood up quickly, and glared at him.

"It's for you." I said, smacking James' head and walking off of the room.

Or trying to, seeing that James grabbed me by the waist, and easily hold me up over his shoulder. I squealed.

"JAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!" I complained, stamping my feet annoyed.

"Be kind with my friends, I know you like them." My asshole of a brother said and I could hear his smirk.

"Fine! Hi, Charlie. How are you? Feeling like ruining another band?" I snorted, still up James' shoulders. James smack my arm.

"That's no been nice!" He said jokingly.

I huffed. "Everything ok?" I condescended, smiling. Charlie and I were like that. Like… for example…

"I'm used to your sister trying to hate me, James. It's all good, mate." He grinned, interrupting my thoughts. He had that kind of voice. "Remember when she threw the silver tray to my head."

"I didn´t do much damage." I blurted out, and soon realized my mistake. "And I baked you a cake to make it up to you!"

"Yeah. A cake you smashed in my face when it was done." Charlie snickered as my brother laughed. That was a scary moment, my brother laughing his ass off and I was on his shoulders.

"James, put me down, please." I asked civilized-y. He smirked, and do as he was told.

"My baby sister has some issues, mate." James stated, ruffling my hair.

I glared at him. "Yeah, and you know what I'm able to do when I'm really mad."

"And none of us want another broken arm." Both Charlie and James knew me very well, as you can see.

"Exactly." I grinned, as the bell started to ring again. I opened the door, founding Lori outside with a huge bag more than probably full with her clothes. "Lor! Say hi to Charlie and James! And goodbye!" I exclaimed quickly, grabbing her hand and pushing her up the stairs without giving her time to react.

"Lindsay, what the hell?" She gasped when I threw her to my bed.

"My brother has the hots for you." I stated, a very American phrase Steve had taught me. "And you for him. So I'm going to stay in your way so you won´t ruin my life." I stated.

Lori blushed madly, and shook her head, but she didn´t find something to say, because she was probably too surprised by my bluntness. "Li-Linds, I don´t know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do. So don´t act shy. You know it's not because I'm overprotective, I just know enough both of you and don´t want you to hate each other and put me in the middle."

"But-"

"No buts now! We have to get ready, because there's a mayor possibility we're out clubbing with McFly." I said.

There wasn´t much more need to get Lori's mind on getting ready, and as usual, she forced me to wear her clothes, do my hair, my make-up, force me into heels, and all that jazz. It took us at least three hours to get ready, and when we were… well, I was pretty satisfied with my image.

I'm not that confident so it was a little weird for me to actually feel very pretty, like that night. Lori had given me a short plaid denim skirt, with red stockings to my knees, and a black top with a lot of cleavage. She had given me a pair of black pumps with a little red ribbon around it, and she had let my hair lose and wave-y. Amazingly enough, it look good.

Lori, being the sexy beast she was under all that fake shyness, had on a purple short and tight dress really sexy, with white fishnets and purple heels. She looked gorgeous with her blonde hair down and her eyes sparkling brightly. I always felt ugly against her golden beauty.

When I was little, I was sure I had been adopted from an Irish family, and I picture my coming back like a great party as in Anastasia, where I wouldn´t feel so different against all the redheads like me.

Anyway… Lori and I walked down to the living room once we finished, to find not only James and Charlie, but also the four McFly lads, Aaron, Steve and Fletch. They all stared at us wide-eyed, until James stood up.

"Nu-uh. Don´t even dream it. You're not going to wear that. No way. Forget it." He ordered me, pointing to my clothes.

I pouted, knowing that was best that than to confront him. "But, Jimmy… Lori took so much time in getting this for me… She even gave me stockings so you wouldn´t freak out that much. I wouldn´t like to hurt her feelings, you know how she reacts when someone don´t like her fashion sense."

James looked taken aback, glancing briefly at Lori. My friend put a sad expression on her face, pouting too. "I didn´t mean to insult her fashion sense. I actually really like it. But not in you. Isn´t that a compliment?"

"In some weird way, it is." Aaron nodded.

"But what would she wear? She can´t wear her Converses…" Lori pouted too.

"Come on, mate. We're going to be with her, let her have her fun." Steve interrupted, walking to us and putting a hand over my shoulders, kissing my forehead.

I glared at him, but didn´t say anything.

"But…" Finally, James sighed defeated. "Fine. Do whatever you want. Did you introduce her to the lads?" He asked me. I shook my head, so he proceed to do that for me, pointing at Dougie, Danny and, finally… Harry.

That was when things started to get funny, because Lori froze in her place and stared more than surprised at Harry. And then she snorted and pointed at him accusingly.

"You! What are you doing here? Didn´t you have enough already?" she exclaimed angrily.

Only Harry, Lori, Dougie and I knew what he was talking about. The rest was as confused as the best.

Until I burst out laughing.

Believe, you would have done that too.

Ok, again, a big chapter full of virtually nothing. I don´t understand this story yet. Sorry, guys.

So, this is a quick update because here's one in the morning and I should be sleeping, but here I am! Posting a new chapter! Enjoy, enjoy. This time, there's only one quote, of David Bowie. See if you can guess which.

Love!!

and thanks to all the amazing people that read and review

XOXO

Odd