Title: Walk in the Sun Sequel to Muscrove Apartments

Author: Jodie

Rating: PG-13

Summary: (Sequel to Muscrove Apartments)

Disclaimer: I don't know McFly, nor am I associated with their management. This is a work of pure and utter fiction sprung from my wild imagination.

Authors Note: This is the sequel to Muscrove Apartments. So it might be a good idea to read that first just to get the gist of what's going on.

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Chapter One

Six Months Later

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I rushed past reception my heels clicking on the marble floor.

"You are late Amber."

"I know. I'm sorry," I called over my shoulder as I hurried over to the elevator and pressed the up button, "you would not believe the morning I have had."

"I don't think I want to know," Stacey mused from behind her desk. "Monica has been asking for you all morning."

I cringed, "really? What does the Gremlin want now?"

Stacey pointed at me, "she'd fire you if she heard you saying that."

I jabbed at the elevator button again, "she wouldn't fire me. I'm the best publicist she has."

"And the most modest too," Stacey put in.

I ignored her and sighed in relief when the doors pinged open, "oh thank god. See you later Stacey."

"Of course."

I stepped into the elevator and dropped my heavy handbag with a sigh of relief. Could my life get any crazier? Ever since the Gremlin (or Monica as I knew her now) granted me a promotion I had been run off my feet. On the one hand I loved it, and it certainly kept my mind off… him. On the other hand I had never been so exhausted in my life.

Ten floors up, the doors pinged open and I stepped out.

"Where have you been Amber? Do you realise you're two hours late? You look tired, have you been eating well?"

I blinked and stared at the unfamiliar young woman in front of me, "wow. What a way to start the morning."

She smiled and extended her hand in greeting, "sorry. My name is Julie, and I'm your new assistant."

I was floored, "I never had an old assistant. But hello."

She took my handbag out of my arms, "Monica would like to see you in her office. I'll re-schedule all your appointments."

A million questions flew into my head. I was just opening my mouth to ask one, when Julie took my arm and forcefully steered me down the hall into Monica's office.

"Ah Amber, its about time you arrived," Monica said as a greeting as I stepped into her office.

"I'm so sorry," I apologised as I slid into the seat opposite her, "I had a horrible morning." I watched Julie leave the office, "and who is that?"

"That is your new assistant," Monica replied not lifting her eyes from the document she was highlighting, "I believe you will find her adequate."

I must have missed something, "since when do I need an assistant?"

"That's why I called you into my office," Monica informed me, finally putting down her paperwork and focusing her attention on me, "I have a new client for you. One that will demand quite a lot of your attention."

I inwardly groaned. I didn't think I could stand representing another dead end client who was going nowhere no matter how much publicity I generated around them.

"I know that I've been giving you, shall we say, the scraps," Monica continued, "but you have shown me that you are a hard worker, so I'm giving you a client that most people in the business would kill for."

"That's very kind of you," I smiled inwardly jumping for joy. Finally, after a year and a half working at 'Starz Public Relations' I was finally moving up the ladder.

Monica nodded and slid a thick folder across the table towards me, "I believe you are familiar with them. If you play your cards right I see very good things for you Amber."

I opened the folder and glanced at the first page curiously. My heart plummeted and I closed my eyes in disbelief. You had to be kidding me.

I was vaguely aware of Monica talking, but I couldn't hear a word she was saying as I stared at the picture in front of me.

McFly.

Four boys. So incredibly familiar yet at the same time complete and utter strangers. Six months ago I would have called them friends… but now… now I didn't know what to think.

Unable to help myself, my eyes focused on him.

Danny Jones.

Mr Room 302.

It had been six months since I had last seen him. Six months, since they fateful day when I had promised to wait and he had promised to come back. But he didn't come back, and he didn't call, and I was left wondering what went wrong.

I rubbed a hand over my eyes and forced myself to tune back in to what Monica was saying.

"… releasing their new album in September. I haven't heard any of the tracks, but the usual promotion will be undertaken. Signings, interviews, photo shoots. You know the drill. You've been working in this industry long enough to…"

"I can't," I blurted suddenly.

Monica raised an eyebrow "excuse me?"

I felt like I was going to have a panic attack, "Monica, I'm really flattered that you would even consider me for such a high level client, but I can't. It's a really long story and…"

"Amber," Monica began slowly, "this isn't open for discussion."

I rubbed my temples, "but…"

"My decision is final."

"I really think you should reconsider," I pleaded desperately, "It wouldn't be ethical for me to work with McFly. I know them. We used to…"

"I understand that you were friends…"

"I slept with Danny!" I blurted.

Monica took off her glasses and polished them slowly on her shirt, before putting them back on. "Amber, this is a professional industry. I don't care if you married him. You have a job to do, so I suggest you put your personal feelings aside. That will be all."

I think I was in some form of shock as I robotically got to my feet and headed to the door.

"Oh and Amber?"

I froze.

"Please come to work on time from now on."

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I had a permanent scowl fixed upon my face by the time I got home that afternoon. To make matters worse my head was throbbing and my stomach was lurching so violently that I was sure I was going to be sick.

As I walked down the hallway to my apartment I realised there was a lot of commotion going on outside my apartment.

"What's going on?" I asked curiously as I got closer.

"Oh Amber," my landlord Lewis smiled, "its nothing for you to worry about. These gentlemen here just have the wrong room."

My eyes scanned over the two beefy looking men, "wrong room?"

"Young man who used to live in 302 is selling the apartment," Lewis informed me, "these men are here to remove all his possessions."

"Oh," I murmured quietly, "when did this happen?"

"The selling?"

I nodded.

"The young chap called me up last night," Lewis informed me, "such a nice young man."

My stomach lurched.

"I'm surprised you didn't know Amber," Lewis continued as I began to desperately fish through my bag for my keys. "You two always seemed rather close."

"We were," I murmured as I unlocked my apartment door, "but not anymore. Good night Lewis.' I smiled softly and stepped into my apartment, closing the door behind me with a soft click.

Outside I could hear the removalists puffing and grunting as they packed up Danny's stuff and carted it downstairs. Unable to listen any longer I cranked up some music before falling onto my bed and sighing heavily.

Ring ring

Ring ring

I flipped open my phone, "hello?"

"Omg, Amber I just heard. I cannot believe that the Gremlin would assign you to McFly!"

I rubbed my temples, "I don't want to talk about it."

Lana sighed, "You never want to talk about it. Maybe it would be good for you to talk."

I shook my head, "what could I possibly say?"

"I don't know," Lana, replied, "that you hate the lying piece of scum."

"Well that would just be stating the obvious," I replied rolling onto my side, "I mean, bloody hell! What went wrong Lana? What changed? Why didn't he call? Why in the hell isn't he coming back? I got home today and Lewis informs me that he's selling his apartment. Why would he do that?"

"I don't know babe," Lana replied softly, "what are you going to do?"

I sighed heavily, "Grow up and face the facts that there's not much I can do about it. The Gremlin isn't taking no for an answer."

"So you're just going to accept it?" Lana asked in disbelief, "Amber, as McFly's publicist you'll be with him throughout the entire press junket."

"I know," I murmured, "but there's not much I can do about it right now. I'm a professional I can deal with this."

"Yeah?" Lana asked doubtfully.

"Yeah."

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To be continued...

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