I'm sorry this isn't that long. I've been so busy this week, I swear to God! Stupid revision and Course Work taking up my time! Don't worry, I'll still be updating, even if it means failing my GCSEs...

Maybe not to that extreme, but I'll try ;)

Don't own McFly, if I did, I'd be in a better mood :(


A good couple of weeks had passed since Shawna ran away from hell. She had used all of her money to buy a cheap one bedroom flat in a rather bad side of town, but it was still an upgrade from her old life. She was now job hunting. She was struggling to feed herself and James, but was as determined as ever to make it on her own.

She decided to and look around town. As they were walking, they passed a park, and suddenly James had ran out of her grasp, and towards a playground.

"James! Be careful!" Shawna shouted. She ran after him. As she ran, she swore she saw the one and only Dougie Poynter in her peripheral vision, but when she turned her head to his direction, he wasn't there. She shook her head and dismissed it as wishful thinking. He wouldn't be walking around here, he probably lived further west by now.

Shawna grabbed hold of her son and picked him up as he started to cry, looking over at the playground. Shawna sighed.

"That's for big kids, James, you'll get hurt." she told the little boy. The boy kept crying, though.

They left the park and Shawna spotted a store with a big, fluorescent sign in the window reading HELP WANTED. It was a small music shop. Shawna felt a wave of hope, and hoped the manager wasn't too judge mental.


Harry

I walked over to Jess' shop after a gruelling day of recording. The second album was going well, Tom was an amazing song writer, as were Dan and Doug, and they kept coming up with amazing tunes without fault. Jess was having problems with the shop lately, with Ivy on holiday, and searching for a second employee. Apparently she hired someone last week, and she seemed rather fond of her. I entered the small shop and smiled at the memory of the first time I did, finding Jess, Dougie and Danny sat in a circle on the floor, busying themselves with songwriting. That seemed so long ago now.

I immediately found the new employee. She was stunning, with long dark hair, and the most amazing figure ever, and the brilliant eyes.

"Oi! Pig! What are you doing here?" Jess popped out from the backroom.

"Just thought I'd visit my cousin." I shrugged, hugging her.

"More like to check out my new employee." Jess pulled away rolling her eyes.

I ignored the stares I got from her customers, and went to help her with some boxes.

"You know me too well, Jess." I laughed. We headed to where the new employee was busy sorting some stuff.

"Well, Harry, this is Shawna. Shawna, this is Harry. Oh, and please ignore everything that comes out of his mouth." Jess introduced us. Shawna was looking at me in complete and utter shock.

"Hi, pleased to meet you." she said faintly.

"How are the boys?" Jess asked me.

"Oh fine." I smiled.

"And how's Dougie nowadays? Is he out of his mood?" Jess asked. I saw Shawna take a bit more interest.

"Yeah, he's getting better. Tom's acting a bit strange as well." I frowned.

"Really?" Jess asked, "I'm sure they'll sort it out." she then shrugged, and went to help some customers.

I turned to Shawna, "So, when did you start here?"

I already knew, of course, but she was fit, and I wanted to talk to her. I needed to get layed!

"Last week." she smiled, "I just moved here from Essex a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh really? I come from Essex. Whereabouts you from?" I asked.

"Uh... Crackstreet." she blushed. It was like a light bulb went on in my head.

Oh shit. She can't be. I knew of one Shawna from Crackstreet, and that was the one Dougie mentioned occasionally. The one that had a child. Please, please don't let it be her.

"Y-you're Dougie's ex, aren't you?"

"Yeah." she said awkwardly. Oh God, I found my best mate's ex fit. I wanted to get into her pants. Oh God! This is awkward. But damn, she was something. Dougie's probably gutted he broke things off.

"Well, isn't this a coincidence. You have his old job." I couldn't help but laugh, trying to act rather nonchalant.

"This was seriously his job?!" she looked shocked.

"Yes, that's how I met him." I told her.

"Look, can you please not tell him I'm here?" she begged.

"Why not?" I frowned.

"I don't need to explain myself to you." she frowned. Why was everyone from Crackstreet so stubborn and confrontational?

"Ok, I won't tell him." I rolled my eyes, "But be warned. He comes here often."

That evening we were all at Danny's house. It wasn't often the whole gang got together nowadays, since we were all so busy, and with Dougie being in a weird mood. Tom's mood was puzzling, he seemed always on edge, like something was eating him up from the inside. I just shrugged it off.

Jess was busy talking to Ivy about work, and Adam was talking football with Danny. Rachel and Gemma were ranting to Giovanna about something and Tom was trying to make conversation with Ryan, which was sometimes an impossible feat. I walked up to Dougie who was staring blankly at a wall.

"Hey mate, you alright?" I asked him. I seemed to have scared him as he jumped slightly and yelped in a very feminine tone, making me laugh.

"Yeah, yeah fine." he recomposed himself.

"You were deep in thought then." I laughed.

"Yeah, daydreaming." he shrugged.

"'Bout what?" I asked, nudging him. He glared at me.

"You don't need to know." Is everyone from Crackstreet like this? I could see why he went out with Shawna; they were one and the same.

Tom suddenly walked over to us, looking pale and shaky.

"Doug... can I talk to you?"

Dougie suddenly looked nervous.

"Sure, uh, go ahead." Dougie said weakly. I frowned at the pair and Tom looked at me pointedly.

"Oook, I'll go talk to Danny and Adam." I moved away awkwardly, wondering what the hell that was all about.