Wonderland // McFly

Hypnotized

Seriously, you should all watch this video from when McFly played Wembley on their MITO tour because their vocals are ACE!!!!!!!!

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December 5, 2006

Today was the first day of the Motion in the Ocean Tour, and saying the boys were excited was an understatement.

But the main reason, was because they were playing Wembley to open the tour.

Yeah...Wembley.

Tom sat in the passenger's seat next to me (I had to beg to let them let me drive), and Dougie sat between Harry and Danny in the back. He didn't want to, but they made him since he's the smallest and youngest.

We pulled up to the venue and the security guard stopped us.

"Hi." I say, rolling down the window and speaking to the security guard. "This is McFly...playing the venue tonight." I laugh at myself.

"Paperwork and license please." The guard says.

"Tom could you get them out of my purse." I say. Tom nods, Picking the purse off the floor in front of him and digging into it to find the papers.

"Dude, it's not cool to go in a girls purse." Danny says from the back.

"Shut up, she told me to." Tom laughs, handing me the papers and my license, as I hand them to the guard.

He looked them over and gave us our VIP Parking.

ooh lala.

"Could you put these back in my purse?" I ask Tom, handing them to him. He nods, putting the paper back in, and before he can slip the license into my purse, he says, "You are not 1.6 meters tall."

"I am too." I say. Danny grabs my license from the back seat.

"Green eyes." He laughs, "Haha. Lilly Greene has green eyes...ooh and blonde hair."

"Come on Danny." I say, looking at him through the rearview mirror, as Dougie takes it out of his hands.

"An organ donor." He says, raising his eyebrows, as all the boys let out a synchronized "ooh".

Harry grabs the license out of his hand, and instead of saying a fact about me, I see his face grow to frown through the mirror.

"Lilly...You're 22." Harry says. I look at him, confused.

"Yes." I say.

"Really?" Harry asks, raising his eyebrows. "Because if you're 22 your birthday would be in 1984."

"Yeah." I say, still confused and a little annoyed.

"This says you were born in 1987." Harry says.

I stop the car immediately and turn to the back seat to reach and grab it, but Harry is to fast for me, handing it to Dougie, who hands it to Danny.

"You lied to us?" He asks, looking up at me, looking heartbroken.

"Danny-" I start, before Tom grabs my license from his hand.

"Who cares Danny! She's basically working illegally for us! She's Dougie's age!"

"And Dougie worked for you against the rules!" I yell to get their attention. "I'm sorry okay...I didn't want to lie to you, but I knew Fletch would never hire me if I had not lied."

"Well that sucks for you but-" Tom starts.

"Yeah. Life does suck. That's why I needed this job. Maybe you don't know the whole story...but you know enough to know I had no other option." I say. The boys look at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Look, just go in there, play Wembley, and then you can tell Fletch and get me fired." I say, driving to the parking spot.

But as much as I feared losing my job, I feared I would lose Dougie too.

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The boys played an absolutely amazing show, and seemed completely unfazed by what had happened in the car.

However, I had not been unfazed, and rather than standing at the side of the stage to meet the boys after the show had ended like usual, I waited in the dressing room, like a child waiting for the principal to scold me.

The boys burst through the door and I stood up quickly, waiting for the yelling.

They stop and look at me.

"You know something Lilly?" Harry says, looking at the other boys and then back at me. "It would have been so easy for you to just do the right thing when you first saw us smoking weed on the balcony of the band house."

"But you didn't." Tom says. "You stood by us."

"And God knows we smoked a lot of weed." Danny laughs.

"So?" I ask hopefully.

"So we aren't going to get you fired." Tom says. "We couldn't fire you. We would literally probably die if you didn't work for us and look after us."

"You can't fire family." Danny says. And I hug all the boys, not even caring that they were drenched in sweat.

"But we can't let Fletch know." Harry says. "We'll keep it between us."

"Thank you guys. So much." I say.

"You guys wanna take showers here?" Dougie asks. The boys agree, and Dougie looks back over at me. "Will you help me get the towels, Lil?" He asks, but I had a feeling we were going to be talking about more than towels. I nod, as we exit the dressing room and walk through the halls, silent, until Dougie pulls me to the side in a deserted corridor. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I know." I whisper. "I shouldn't lie to you. We're in a relationship. But please, Dougie, I'm not a liar I just...I wanted to tell you. I did. But I couldn't. I couldn't lose my job. I mean...if I hadn't lied, we wouldn't have even ever met." I say.

He just keeps staring.

"You lied. You know that sometimes you have to lie to make things happen...but I wouldn't lie to you about anything important. I mean, especially after-"

I'm cut off by Dougie kissing me.

"Oh." I say, when he pulls away. "You...aren't mad?" I ask, hopeful.

"Maybe i should be mad but...well...you told me you were older than me." Dougie says.

"I...did." I say. He takes my hands and separates them, holding them. which makes me realize I had been nervously twisting my skin.

"And...hypothetically, that's not a lie." He says.

"It's...not." I reply, my hands still in his, as he moves a little closer to me.

"Well then." Dougie says. "It's good we live in a hypothetical world."

"It is really good." I say, letting go of my breath.

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