Main. - Izzy; IzzyTylz
Harry’s girlfriend. - Megs; turns to dust.
Tom’s girlfriend. - Sylves; twisted_marshmellow
Dougie’s girlfriend. - Sammy; silent tears
Bitch #1 - Eilidh; Eilidhlovesmcflymorethanyoueverwill
Bitch #2 - Devon; |Rawrr<3|
Reporter - Sophie; Sophie…:D
Main’s older sister - Maarit; Maasoo

Hope you're happy with your parts girlies :)
So, lets get going with this fic, yeh?

This is a Danny fic, and it's written by me, Charley and some written by my lovely Izzy. But it's not a jointy, Izzy insists it isn't :') quoting what she wants me to; 'I just help occasionally, and write the bits that you can't cause you're too busy pissing yourself with your annoying laugh'. I don't know when the idea popped into my head, probably a dream or something haha.

I'LL UPDATE THIS SOON, I JUST CBF ATM, SOZZZZZZZZZZZMATE !

‘Can’t I stay up here? I’m seventeen!’ a young boy asked as they put yet another box of things in the removal van that would soon make its journey from Bolton, all the way to Downing Street, London.

‘You’ve just made your point Daniel, your not an adult yet, only one year and you can come back up here, it will go quickly, I promise’ his Mother said walking back into the house as he took the box of objects out of her hands and put it on the removal truck. ‘I think that’s the last of the things, just the other sofa - oh here it comes!’ she laughed as two removal men carried it out and onto the truck. ‘Danny, go get your bag for the journey - I hope you have your iPod in it, it could be a six hour journey’ she said as Danny turned away, beginning to walk back to his soon to be old home.

‘Fucks sake’ he muttered under his breath as he went inside and grabbed his bag, shoving it on his back and taking one more look around the house. Pulling a red marker he had out of his pocket he bent down and scribbled on the wall ‘Jones 07' before standing back up and nodding. ‘Gonna miss you buddy’ he said turning out the house, shielding his eyes from the sun as he pulled his straightened hair over them more and more.

The van began to drive out of the street as Danny walked over to his car, opening it and gazing back once more before climbing in the back so he could lay down and sleep.

‘Dad meeting us there?’ he asked, putting his seat belt on and putting his bag on the seat next to him.

‘Mr Prime-minister will be down there, yes Danny, after some press conferences,’ she said in a high pitch, still not over the overall shock that her husband was the new prime minister.

‘Gods sake Mum’ he huffed turning his iPod on and the Killers rushing to his ears, saviours he thought as they reversed out the drive and they were on their way. No more Bolton…now it was the bustle of the capital city, London.





**/Note; don't judge this fic on that prologue, the fic is better...I promise lmao.