To Find A Place We Belong | Dougie Poynter/Mcfly Fanfiction

Burple

Bonnie

I swore under my breath.

Jackson was pissing me off majorly, I was not gonna make it through this shoot with out walking out at least twice. I'm not one to be pushed around and told were to go, not that I have a choice; as an intern I'm obliged to do as I'm told.

I do imagine though, he'd come over to me and give me one more ridiculous task; hold this light even though it has a stand, take a photo from this angle to see what it'd look like even though its not on the task sheet, hold this guys hand, cup that guys balls.

Not really, I do that for fun!

I'd walk up to him, square up, look into his eyes.

"Fuck you."

Whack! Headbutt.

And I'd walk out with my head held high, with an applause following me out of the room.

But no, I need the job and the money, I could do with a promotion too if I do a good job at the end of all this. That wouldn't be too bad. Although I'm quite excited to be doing a shoot with McFly, I used to be quite a fan when I was little. Can't say I've listened to much of them since I was eight, a lot has happened since then. Although I remember being in primary school, swapping songs by bluetooth on our phones behind the bike shed. 

Then it all goes downhill...

"Bonnie!"

Here we go. Jackson came sweeping over, scarf down to his knees. He had his eyebrows excessively shaped, admirably better than anyone I knew. He had the money for it so why the fuck not.

"They're coming in.'

I don't care.

"Now, don't talk to them, don't touch them, don't make eye contact and don't look at them.I don't want you showing us up."

"How am I supposed to take the photos without looking at them?" I asked, absolutely stunned.

"Through the viewfinder."

I scowled at him, I didn't even care if he noticed or took offence. I was gobsmacked. I finally get the opportunity to be behind the camera, take control of my first shoot, have my photos printed in a magazine, my name to be printed under LensLove photography credits. This might finally be my chance to get out there and go up in the world and he'd tarnished it.

The boys walked in, Danny swaggered in first, giving a Manc "O'reyt!" giving me some comfort - being a northerner myself I felt like I wasn't on my own in a way. 

Harry strode in, quite grandly and strong. He walked big, he wanted to have a presence, he seamed big, not in like a weight wise sense, despite his muscles tipping the scale, he seemed like he wanted everyones attention almost whilst looking uninterested.

Tom seemed quiet yet confident, he seemed to have authority over there group but almost as if he handed over control to Harry. It seemed nobody would question him if he was to talk; not in a bad way, just a respectable way - yes, that was the word I was looking for, he was respected amongst his "brothers."

I stared at them in awe - how amazing it must be to have your life sorted like that; have money in the bank able to fund the rest of your life, and then some, have a house and a family all yours to stay, have children, have a fun and exciting job, wake up every day and be excited to get up! I want that! I want that so badly.

Then I watched Dougie walk in, his rugged denim jacket over a thin ,tye dye, tank top. ripped black jeans showing his skinny legs, and pointy shoes to finish it off, along with a red head band around his scraggly hair - He reminded me of a pirate!

A pirate that had lost his parrot; he seemed in dismay, not at all like his bandmates all cheering and excited and causing mayhem on set, Danny having already knocked a light over and Harry having Tom pinned down on the ground, Dougie was sat in the corner playing with is bracelets. He seemed almost anxious. He was very endearing; his piercing blue eyes seemed to swerve in my direction, they seemed deep, they told a story, I gazed back into them, trying to figure him out.

My thoughts were interrupted by Jacksons extraordinary clap of his hands sounding like a crash of lightning.

I took a deep breath, swished my purple hair to one side, with such celebrity status in the room I couldn't afford to be sloppy. Then I suddenly felt a bubble inside me. It began rising up through my stomach, I quivered, swivelling in my eyes across to Dougie, making sure he wasn't looking at me.

Shit, he was.

No, please no.

I held my hand up to my mouth and covered up a tiny burp.

I looked around the room in a panic, who'd seen? Who'd heard?

No one. Wait.

Dougie was chuckling to himself, glancing at me with a small cheeky smile. I smiled back, embarrassed at my own crudeness, my hand over my mouth.

"Bonnie, over here, I need you to sort this light," Jackson called over.

I obliged, I walked over to the stand that Danny had knocked over, he was still crippling with laughter. I walked past Dougie:

"I like your "burple" hair," he whispered.

I blushed.