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March 8, 2007
Now that tour was over, and the boys did fantastic at Wembley, James and I were finally getting propperly caught up over breakfast. We were at this café he recommended and I had made sure to ask him about himself before I spoke about Dougie and I, or any of the boys for that matter.
"America was...amazing." James starts, leaning back in his chair. "New York is one of the best places I've ever been. It's inviting and infectious-"
"Infectious?" I ask, disgusted. James laughs.
"With creativity." James says.
"I've never heard of creativity being described like a disease." I say, and James laughs again.
"I read more than I ever have, and played more music...wrote more music." He says.
"Will you ever do anything with it? The music, I mean?"
"I already have. Sold lots of songs to lots of people." He says. "That's how I afford an apartment in New York." I look at him confused. "Apartments in New York are a lot of money and selling songs is a great form of income." He answers my question, thankfully.
"Would you keep any music for yourself?" I ask. James shrugs.
"I haven't got anyone to play it with." He says.
"Well...have you spoken to Charlie?" I ask timidly.
"Yes. I have." James says, not upset, but more seriously.
"And?"
"I've forgiven him." He says.
"You have?" I question. How could James forgive him so fast? Especially after Charlie just blinded James in public the way he did.
"What about Matt?"
"What about Matt?" James repeats.
"Has he spoken to Charlie?" I ask. Matt seemed happier than ever last I saw him, so it's very possible...
"No. And in all honesty, I don't think Matt will ever speak to Charlie again." James says.
"How could he spend so much time with Charlie and just completely block him out of his life like that?" I ask.
"Because. I've told you, Lilly. Charlie, Matt and I are not like the McFly boys. I told Tom when they first started and Busted was getting to a bad place that they needed to stick together. They did."
"Isn't that the truth." I say.
"Enough depressing band talk. We're here to get away from work. Anything happening in your life?" He asks.
I'm sure James doesn't still have feelings for me...
Still...it's awkward...
"Actually...yes." I say.
"Well I'm glad you and Dougie are happy." He says.
Wait, what?
"Did Dougie tell you?" I ask him.
"What?" He asks, confused.
"That we're together?"
"Oh you're serious?" He asks.
"Well...yeah." I say. James leans forward.
"I mean I always thought you guys would be good together but...I was just joking." He laughs. "I just can't imagine Fletch allowing that."
"Well..." I begin.
"Oh I see." He says. "It's just that you haven't told him."
"I've only just told the boys." I mumble.
"Well how long have the two of you been together?" James asks.
"About a year." I mumble again.
"And you've only just told them?" James asks.
"We were afraid of getting in trouble!" I defend.
"Can I tell you something Lilly?" James says.
"Please do." I said. I was hoping this was going to be advice because I felt like I could really use it.
"I think you should tell Fletch." He says.
"You're crazy!" I laugh at him.
"I swear!" James says. "There's no way he would fire you."
"How do you know that for certain?" I ask, feeling deflated.
"Fletch couldn't do this without you Lilly. He's told me many times."
"What are you talking about?" I ask him. There's no way that Fletch said that. I mean, sure he's said I help him out a lot, but saying that he literally couldn't do this without me? Seems unlikely, considering he did it for about a year before I stepped into the picture.
"You keep all the boys under control all the time. You helped them take care of a house for like two years. You do press, book venues and...you even helped me."
"What? It's not like I kept you from going to New York." I say.
"Yeah but you were there and Fletch was not." James says. "He can't do it without you, trust me."
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And luckily after breakfast I got a text from Fletch telling me to come over to talk about some after tour-pre album plans.
Ever since talking to James this morning, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Telling Fletch would mean no secrets after living with a ton of them for almost three years.
Well, almost no secrets.
When I finally made it to Fletch's I was sitting in his living room with a cup of tea while he went on about the boys recording possibilities.
"I'm telling you, we could get a deal for them in Australia. A penthouse, a handful of weeks to record and time to travel! An experience like they've never had before for the exact same price! And maybe even- Lilly are you listening to me?"
I look up at him. I had gotten glimpses of the conversation, but I couldn't stop thinking.
Sod it.
"Fletch." I say. He's sitting on the sofa, and I'm on a loveseat. I'm glad he's not next to me. "I don't have any family. It's a long story...but yeah."
"Oh...I'm-"
"You're the closest thing I have to a dad." I say. He looked stunned, and for the first time since I'd met him, I think he was speechless.
"Well...thank you-" Fletch starts.
"And sometimes...when daughters do things...their dad's get mad at them." I say. Fletch raises his eyebrows and I sigh. "But they still love them."
"What did you do?" He asks, squinting at me.
"Like for example, dating boys." I say. Fletch's eyes go wide. "And even if they aren't supposed to date someone, you love your daughter anyways, because love conquers all...and that shit."
"Who is it?" He asks.
"Well...before I tell you, remember that I need this job and that you said you wouldn't fire me...probably-"
"It's a McFly boy!?" He yells, jumping up. Stay calm, Lilly. "No, absolutely not. I don't even care which one. I can't have these boys getting distracted and not working."
"Well how have you liked how they've been working for the past year and three months?" I ask, getting defensive.
"What? Fine what does that-"
"Cause that's how long we've been together. And we live together." I say. Fletch stares at me for what feels like forever, but then sits.
"Which one?"
"Dougie."
Fletch sighs, and puts his tea on the table in front of the sofa, then puts his hands up to his temple.
"Love conquers all and shit." He groans.
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