So sorry for the delay, I've been busy and really ill, I've got to start two different treatments, the longest is going to take 3 years and includes needles, which I'm terrified of, so it's been two hard weeks, sorry girls.

Enjoy and review.

P.S.: I'm in love with Glee.

I looked out the window, I could see my neighbours outside, the sky was full of grey clouds. I looked down and at my watch; 5:32 p.m. I sighed and run my fingers through my head anxiously.

"Jeez..." I mumbled upset.

Seven hours. And a half. And two minutes. She's been gone for all that time. And with him. 'I'll be back so soon that you won't have time to miss me' she'd said when she left me in bed. 'Or worry' she'd added with a teasing smile.

Yeah, sure. Like I didn't start worrying about her the minute she left the room.

I stood up in a blink and pick up my jacket from the chair.

"Where are you going?" aunt Moo asked "The movie's not finished yet"

"I know" I said "but I need to get out"

"Out where?" Jazzie asked. She smiled. Like she didn't know what I was thinking about.

"I'm going to pick Steph. It's getting late"

"It's 5.30, Dougie" aunt Moo said "You've never stopped watching Back To The Future before."

"Well, I-" I hesitated, then sighed "I don't have to give explanations. I just have to go"

"I'll go with you" Jazzie said and put on her jacket. I didn't argue with her, though I deeply didn't want her to come, because it'd be a long argument and I just wanted to leave in that very moment.

I just walked outisde, without waiting for my sister, and she ran behind me. It was freaking cold and he put her hands on her pockets.

We didn't talk in the whole way, which was only ten streets until we found Dylan's big house. His father was a rather well known lawyer, though not famous, but he'd made a lot of money. I didn't like him either.

I rang the ball and waited impatiently. After two minutes, I tried again.

"Looks like there's nobody home" Jazzie said.

I ignored her again.

Why weren't they here? They were supposed to be here.

I put my hand on my pocket 'Shit, I forgot my phone' I thought annoyed.

"Relax" Jazzie said after a while, which surprised me. Was she finally having some mercy for me? "Maybe they were already on their way to our house"

I looked at her once, nodded, and started the way to our home in silence.

Just when we were a few streets away, I saw him. Most impotantly, I saw her. She was sitting in the floor, with her back against a wall, her hands on her face. He seemed confused and kind of scared.

"What the hell did you do to her!" I shouted at him as I ran towards her.

That same morning. (Nobody's POV)

She moved her head from side to side disapprovingly and smiled at her annoyed boyfriend.

"I promise it won't take long" she said and ran her fingers through her boyfriend's hair.

"I seriously doubt that" he said.

Stephanie moved quickly and put her jeans on. She was already wait. He sighed again, knowing he was being childish, but he just couldn't help it. She smiled at him once more and she put her blue scarf around her neck.

"Look, I'll be back so soon that you won't have time to miss me" she said "Or worry" she'd added with a teasing smile.

"I already do" he said in a whispered.

Steph knelt down next to the bed and kissed him once.

"I love you" she said.

Dougie smiled and watched her leave, worry building up in his chest.

Just when Stephanie was standing outside the house, she realized she had no idea where she was going. She turned around, feeling slightly stupid, and bumped into Jazzie. Doug's little sister smiled at her.

"Oh, hi" Steph said.

"You don't know the way to Dylan's house, do you?" she said without greeting her.

"Actually, I don't" she smiled slightly embarrased.

"I'll take you" Jazzie said.

"Really?" Steph couldn't help saying "I was just going to ask Dougie"

"Yeah, right, like he's going to take you to his house..." Jazz said and started walking without telling Stephanie to follow her, but she understood and started walking behind her quickly to catch up with her.

"Thank you" she said a bit awkwarldy. She didn't know how to behave around Jazzie, as far she know, her boyfriend's sister hated her and hadn't almost talked to her, at least not to say something nice. She tried not to let that bother her, Steph thought that, in the end, she would end up accepting her, she would let her anger go. At least she wanted to convince herself of that...

"No problem" Jazzie said "Dougie can be... Very controlling, you know?" she looked up at Steph to see how she reacted to that.

"Is he? Well, he's not like that with me" Steph said, not realizing what Jazzie was trying to do.

"Oh, yes, yes, very controlling. You'll see it soon" Jazz insisted.

"It's been two years since we're together" Steph went on, as firm as Jazzie "I think he's different with me"

"Oh, they all said that once..." Jazzie lied, smiled, and looked away. That did bother her.

"Tell me something..." Stephanie said, not too sure of what she was doing; why would she want to know what she was about to ask? "How were them? I mean, Dougie's ex girlfriends?"

"Well... They were all extremely pretty" Jazzie lied. If she had to be honest, only two of them were actually pretty, but they were nothing compared to Steph. She was actually surprised her brother had finally found such a pretty girl, a decent one "And they were all so smart, all of them came from well known families" she went on lying. Hell, no, they were not smart, Jazzie had hated them all, she didn't though any of those girls were good enough for her talented and successful brother, not to mention she was sure some of them were after his money "Rich" Jazzie added after a moment.

Stephanie nodded, feeling the weight of the shoes she had to fill. They all sounded so successful, while she depended on Dougie. She would never understand how Dougie fell in love with her, how he could stand all her problems, but it was so easy for both of them to love each other...

Jazzie tried to control herself, but the words came out of her mouth unwillingly when she saw Stephanie's worried face "You're prettier, though"

Stephanie blushed a little bit and smiled "Thanks. I know you probably hate me, but I'd like you to give me a chance, you know? Your brother's talked a lot about you, he adores you, and I think he'd really like us to get along"

Jazzie nodded and tried, again, to control herself. Stephanie was the enemy. She was poor and an orphan. How could she ever be better than the other girls? Her brother seemed to be more in love with her, sure, but that didn't mean Stephanie was the right choice for him, right? She would not be Stephanie's friend, she would do the impossible until this girl ran out of their house crying and coursing the whole family, including Dougie, like she had managed to do many times before.

Why should things change know?

"Dylan's very handsome. And so charming" Jazzie said.

"Yes, I suppose" Stephanie said.

"So you find him attractive? Who's more attractive, him or Dougie?"

"Dougie, of course" Stephanie said without even to think about it, as if the answer was completely obvious. And it was for her.

"Are you sure?" Jazz insisted "I mean, he's obviously going to get fat through the years"

"You think?" Steph said, remembering Dougie's marvelous body. How could he ever not look wonderful?

"Definitely" Jazzie said "And I'm afraid McFLY's not going to last for too long"

"What?" Stephanie said, looking down at the blong, evil girl "Why would you think that?"

"Well, they won't be so cute when they are forty years old and they sing pop songs" Jazzie said, though she really didn't believe what she was saying. She hoped Stephanie wouldn't tell Dougie about this or she would have to apologize to his brother later "Dylan's going to be a terrific lawyer, I'm sure, he's very clever"

"I think their fans will always love them" Stephanie said as the good optimist she was.

Jazzie sighed; damn, it was hard to break this girl.

Just when she was thinking else to say, she realized they were already where they should be.

"Well, here it is" she said as the both stared at the big house in front of them. Steph would be impressed, but she lived with Dougie, and, well... Dougie's house was twice bigger than this one. Not to mention that she was also used to going to Danny's, Harry's and Tom's houses, which where all just as big and wonderful.

There was no need to ring the bell, Dylan opened the door just as they arrived. Jazzie saw in his eyes how interesting he was in this girl, probably feeling the need to compete against Dougie. How could he have her and not Dylan, who'd always been the ladies' favorite man? He couldn't allow such a thing to happen.

"Good morning, girls" he said and smiled, his eyes on Stephanie "How are the two more beautiful ladies in Corringham?"

"Perfectly" Jazzie said.

"Good morning, Dylan" Stephanie said.

"Would like to come in? It's cold here" he said "Are you staying too, Jazzie?"

"Oh, no, I was just showing her the way" she smiled at him; God, she thought he was so hot. How could Stephanie not be crazy about him too? "I'll leave you two alone"

"Could you tell Dougie to pick me up later?" Stephanie said, turning quickly towards Jazzie "I'm still kind of lost"

"Sure, I will as soon as I get home" Jazzie lied "Bye, Dylan"

He nodded in her direction, then turned towards Stephanie "Well, come in. I've made tea, it's right there" he said as he opened the door for her and pointed at the little table in the middle of the livingroom. She nodded, mumbled 'thanks' a bit shyly and grabbed a cup of tea.

"Thank you so much for this" Stephanie said excited, ovblious to any kind of flirting Dylan tried on her "I hope I can start the interior design classes in two years, meanwhile I just want to focus in architecture. Dougie's paying for my classes, isn't he sweet? He's been so suportive"

Dylan tried not to let that upset him, he hated how famous and talented Dougie had turned out to be. And how could that little, stupid boy be with this oh-so-damn-sexy women? She legs were the hottest he'd ever seen, and yet he wasn't allow to touch them while Dougie was. No, he could now allow this. She had to chose him, like all girls ever had.

"That's surprising" he said "He's never been too friendly or nice with anyone here"

"Well, as far as I know, he didn't like living here so much" she said "But neither of us talk much about our teenage years"

"What's your excuse?" he asked.

"Well," she smiled "I've just said I don't talk about it, haven't I?" she said as nicely as she could.

"Right" he smiled back at him "Well..." he moved closer to her and grabbed her hands, hoping she wouldn't get offended. She didn't, though it didn't mean the same to her than to him, she didn't think like he did, Steph didn't understand the reasons beyond his charms. But she did feel slightly uncomfortable by his touch, she'd never liked when people touched her too much "I know we barely know each other, but you should know you can count on me. Whatever you need, just ask for it"

She smiled and let his hands go as she moved closer to the books laying on the table again "Thanks. You're a lot nicer than Dougie pictures you, you know?"

"Oh, yeah?" Dylan said "What have he told you about me?"

"He really hated you, he said you were one of the typical cruel boys at school" she said, meeting his eyes, disapproval on them.

"I'm so sorry he remembers me like that" Dylan said with false sadness and sighed as he sat on the big, leather sofa, just inches away from her "It took me a long time to grow up, to be mature. It really hunts me the way I treated some people back then. I wish I could take back all the things I said and did" he lied. Everybody knew he'd had the time of his life making Dougie's a living hell. Everyone but Stephanie, who bevelieved every word she said. It'd be easy to think she was stupid, but that's actually the bad things about being a nice, innocent person.

"Well, at least you realize you were wrong." she said as she quickly read some pages "This stuff is awesome. Would you lend them to me? Just to make photocopies. This is exactly what I want to study when I'm finished with architecture"

"We could go together now. I'll take you to the bookstore, we can make photocopies there, though it opens in a couple of hours"

"Oh, that'd be great"

They talked for a couple more of hours, but Stephanie spent a lot of time in silence too, reading, selecting what she thought was the most usefull stuff

Dylan grabbed all the thick books, trying to look like a gentleman in front of her.

"Won't it take a long time?" she said as they walked out the door "I mean, they are four and really thick"

"We may have to leave them there for today. I can pick them up tomorrow and give them to you, if you want"

"Oh, I don't want to bother you"

"I've got nothing else to do" he said and smiled "Besides, it'll be nice to see a friendly face. It's kind of lonely in this town without my parents."

"Yes, I know how that feels. Dougie travels a lot. I don't mind being at home alone, I just miss him"

"Doesn't it bother you to know he's sorrounded by girls all the time?" he said "I mean, he could easily be cheating on you in some random town and you'd never found out"

"I don't think about that stuff" she said. Steph had known from the beginning that Dougie would always be sorrounded by girls, that he'd always be popular with them, that they would always want to be close to him or just wish they were Stephanie, and she couldn't tell him not to be close to fans. She perfectly understood it was a matter of business "Besides, he's not like that"

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure" he said meaningfully. She looked up at him, surprised.

"What does that mean?" she said.

"Oh, you don't know?" he said, pretending to be surprised.

"Know what?" she insisted.

"He cheated on his first girlfriend. I don't know about the rest"

"What?" she said surprised "No, that can't be true"

"The whole town knows it" he said.

She looked down, slightly shocked; how could Dougie do something like that.

'No' she thought 'I'm not going to become a controlling girlfriend, I trust him, I do'

"Here we are" he said and opened the door of the bookshop "Wait for me here, I'll be back on a moment"

She leaned against the wall and tried not to let this new information bother her. Well, Dougie had told her he'd had his first girlfriend at the age of 15. He'd been young and inmature, now he wasn't like that, he was in love with her. 'But still...'she couldn't help thinking. She sighed 'I'll just talk to him about it later...' She took a deep breath and looked down again; she felt... Weird... Kind of... Dizzy?

The door next to her opened the Dylan came out.

"Well, it's done, tomorrow I'll just-" he stopped and stared at her for a moment "Are you alright?"

"I feel kind of dizzy, how did you know?" she said.

"Your face... It's all... Well, huge" he said surprised.

"What?" she said and turned around in a blink to stare at her face in the glass of the window of the bookshop. It was as swollen and red. She felt dizzy again and realized it'd been stupid to turn around so fast. She knelt down on the floor, turned around again and leaned against the wall once more.

"What do I do? Your face's huge!" Dylan said in horror.

"Don't look at me!" Stephanie said embarrased and covered her face with her hands.

Dougie

Just when we were a few streets away, I saw him. Most impotantly, I saw her. She was sitting in the floor, with her back against a wall, her hands on her face. He seemed confused and kind of scared.

"What the hell did you do to her!" I shouted at him as I ran towards her.

"Nothing!" Dylan said as he stepped back.

I knelt down her to her and grabbed her hands.

"Babe, it's me" I said. She looked up at me, her face so damn swallen "Oh, my god, Steph. Did you eat honey again?"

"No!" she said.

"Oh, Jesus; the tea had honey" Dylan said. Jazzie tried very hard not to laugh "I'm sorry, I didn't know-"

"Of course you didn't, you don't know her!" Dougie yelled at him, he couldn't help competing even during this situation. He put one arm under her legs and another around her back, then lifted her in my arms "Don't worry, babe, I'm here now"