Summary: Eventual slash - Pudd. How would you feel if the love of your life was being abused? How would you feel if they abused themselves? How would you feel if you didn't even know it was happening? Imagine that, but ten times worse. Maybe then you would know how I feel.
Prologue?
There are so many things I love about Dougie Poynter. For starters, the way he looks. His beautiful blue/grey eyes are ones I could look into all day. The way they squint beautifully when he smiles, and open again when he stops. His nose is in proportion, and fits his face to perfection. His small, luscious red lips are by far the cutest thing I have ever seen, anyone who wouldn't want to kiss them is most likely a straight man or a blind one. His hair is a blonde-y/brown colour, and sits perfectly on his head, creating a mess of a fringe. His body.
Oh God, his body. I'll start with the tattoo, which runs up the whole of his right arm, back to his chest. It must be one of the most random tattoos ever, but it's so 'Dougie' you wouldn't believe it. I could tell you a million and one things about his body, so I'll settle with saying it's heaven.
There are only three things I don't like about Dougie, and those three are the things that upset me the most.
First of all, how close he is with Danny. I wish I didn't care about that, because envy really isn't my thing, and Danny is his best friend, but when they're together I just get so fucking jealous.
Second of all, I hate that he doesn't even realise how much even his voice makes me want to fuck him senseless.
Lastly, I hate the fact that even though I know a lot of shit about him, I don't know everything. Like sometimes, he gets this look, and you can tell he's thinking back to what his life used to be like, because all his face emits is pain.
I love that boy so much that it hurts.
He doesn't even know it.
I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Judd.