Note: I thought I should just make it clear that this chapter is suppose to take place way back in about 2004. Thought I'd just make that clear so you'd get a better image of the story.

This was going to be probably the second biggest crowd they ever played in front of (that is behind the Busted tour.) The boys were being driven there at the moment, all around the car in their usual places, downing water as you should do in the summer. Particularly Danny has been drinking too much and already asked for a bathroom break, although they were already late so that wasn't going to happen.

Danny: Com'on. I'm going to piss in the car if you don't hurry up.

Tom: You're the one who took so long to get ready, if you didn't take so long maybe we would be there already and you can piss.

Harry: Why don't you use a bottle?

Danny: Oh yeah.

Danny takes a bottle and spends probably a good minute taking a piss into it. All you could hear besides that is Dougie giggling in the back about it. Tom grinned, and looked back at Dougie.

Tom: What's so funny Dougie?

Dougie: Nothing.

Harry: Dougie, next time that can be you.

He attempts to poke Dougie in the bladder, but Dougie moves away.

Dougie: Don't.

Harry: What do you need to pee?

Dougie: No, but that doesn't mean I can't pee my pants.

Harry: Oooo, thanks for letting me know.

Harry attempts to poke him again. Dougie bundles up in the corner of the car.

Dougie: Harry stop!

Harry: What? Are you going to pee yourself?

They goofed off like this till they reached the venue. There was a good five small acts going to play during this concert and they were number 2. They all used the bathroom instantly after they got to the venue, because as much as they all hated to admit it they all were on the verge of wetting themselves, including Danny.

Harry: Geez, Danny! What's wrong with your bladder?

Danny: I've been drinking too much is all.

Harry: What the hell are you talking about? You've been going all day.

*As Danny was going to leave* Harry: Don't piss yourself on stage!

Danny: We only have to play three songs. It's not that much of a problem.

Dougie got up to go to the bathroom a second time after only fifteen minutes.

Harry: Dougie, are you having bladder problems too?

Tom: Yeah, this is the second time you've gone.

Dougie: No, it's just that I drank so much in the car.

Tom: I hope so, we don't want to have the same problems with you as we are having with Danny.

Danny: I don't have any problems.

Tom: How many times have you been to the bathroom today?

Danny: …Maybe about five.

Harry: God!

Tom: We're only half way through the day! How are you going to make it through the concert?

Danny: Our part is only ten minutes long. And 12 divided by 5 is…

Tom: 2.4.

Danny: Yeah, so I can hold it. I just shouldn't drink anything before then.

The banter went on like that while Dougie slipped into the bathroom. He had to rush a bit since he was losing control of himself. This overall freaked him out a bit, if he couldn't hold his bladder for a good few minutes how the hell can he hold it for ten. Especially if he was having an emergency. He took his piss just to have a little freak out. There was about thirty minutes left till the show and he doesn't have the guts to admit to the other guys if he has to pee again. He's just going to have to wait on it. Maybe even hang out here a bit, although that would just make them think he had an accident. So he will lie and tell them he had to take a shit. Yeah, that's a good one.

So come pass by about 13 minutes and the only person to check on him was Harry.

Harry: Dougie, are you ok? You didn't fall in did you?

Dougie: No, I'm just constipated.

Harry: Gross. Just don't be late ok.

Dougie: I won't.

There was ten minutes till their part, so they had to get ready while the other band was performing. Harry was the one to opt to check in on Dougie.

Harry: Dougie, we have to get ready. You have to go now.

Dougie: Ok.

Harry waited in the bathroom. Dougie didn't come out of course waiting for Harry to leave.

Harry: Dougie we need to go now.

Dougie: Just go and I'll be there in a minute.

Harry: Dougie we can't do that. You'll probably not even come if I leave you. You have to go now.

It was completely quiet.

Harry: Dougie, we need to go now.

Dougie: …Ok.

He reluctantly left the stall, pretending to flush, while Harry led him out. Thankfully he didn't have any dire need to go, just a little bit, but nothing big.

Harry: Dougie, are you ok?

Dougie: Yeah, I feel better now.

Harry: Ok, you know you can tell me if you're not feeling ok.

Dougie: Yeah, I know.

They got to the right side of the preparation room (or whatever that room is called which performers go to before going on.) They waited through it and while that's going on Dougie starts to feel like he needs to pee a little bit more, it's still not much but it does worry him. They get called onto the stage for their performance. The first song they play is of course their first single "Five colors in her hair". Through the entirety of this Dougie struggles to maintain any focus at all on anything, where he completely forgets that he needs to pee. It was during "Room on the Third Floor" that Dougie realizes his legs feel a bit wet and warm. He begs to God that it's just sweat and that no one notices. But in the middle of the final song "That Girl" he can feel a bit of piss leak from his penis. There is no denying he has wet himself. All he can do now is pray no one notices. Once that was finished they raced off stage for the next performance. It was pretty clear to Dougie that it's clear to everyone back stage that he wet himself. He hung his head low and began to tear up a bit, attempting to suck it up, but how red his face has gotten couldn't hide anything.

Harry: Dougie, are you ok? It's ok Dougie, we're not mad at you. It happens to everyone.

Harry got close to his face and began petting his head. Dougie just stood as well as he could behind Harry while people were looking. He kept his body completely straight, with his arms to the side and hands in his pockets. His face though kept no composure as it was held only high enough to see people staring at him, with tears going down his face.

Tom: Dougie, are you ok?

Harry: Dougie, come on let's go clean you up, ok?

Dougie nods and goes off with Harry. They go down to their dressing room where Harry starts to take Dougie's pants off.

Harry: Dougie, do you feel comfortable having me change you like this? Do you want to do it yourself?

Dougie shakes his head no.

Harry: Ok.

Harry picks the cloths that Dougie was wearing before the performance and starts to pull down his underwear.

Harry: Dougie, I need you to take off your shoes ok.

Dougie lifts his right foot so Harry could take them off. While Harry was doing this he notices that Dougie's socks were soiled too.

Harry: I think we should get you some new socks too. Do you want us to keep your underwear or just throw it away? I don't think it would be too hard to clean them. I just don't think it would be that big of a deal if we throw them away. Do you want that?

Dougie shakes his head no.

Harry: No to throwing them away?

Dougie shakes his head no again.

Harry: So you want me to throw them away?

Dougie shakes his head yes.

Harry: Ok. I think we should keep your pants though. They won't be that hard to wash and they're quite expensive. I'm not sure about your shoes and socks though. We can just put those to the side for now though. We don't have any spare pairs of underwear though so you're going to have to go without for now.

Harry pulls Dougie's pants on to him. Harry wipes some tears out of Dougie's face.

Harry: It's ok. No one's mad at you.

He hugs Dougie.

Harry: I don't think anyone noticed while you were on stage. I didn't hear or see anything. So it's a secret between us, ok?

He just stood there rocking Dougie back and forth till the other guys came in.

Harry: Dougie why don't you go back to the car, ok? We'll be there in a couple of minutes.

Dougie left to the car. After a couple of minutes only Harry showed up.

Harry: Sorry we're taking so long it's just that Fletch wanted to talk to us a bit. You don't have to come, though; I was just letting you know.

Harry stood there without Dougie responding for a couple of seconds.

Harry: I'm sorry I rushed you to go on stage. It probably wouldn't have happened if I gave you time to go.

Dougie: It's ok, it wasn't your fault. It's not that I really needed to pee badly; I just got really nervous on stage.

Harry: Dougie, do you think you might have this problem again?

Dougie: I don't know… It's not like I needed to pee that much.

Harry: It looked like you had to pee a lot. Is it something we should consider again?

Dougie: I don't know.

Harry: I think we really need to know. You don't want that happening again do you?

Dougie: No.

Harry: …I'm really sorry. Do you want to do something later?

Dougie: Why?

Harry: Just to help you feel better. We can go eat something, but I don't think we should get drunk cause we don't need that happening again.

Dougie giggled.

Harry: Maybe we can get something sweet, like a cake. It can be chocolate too. That would be fun won't it?

Dougie: Maybe later.

Harry: Ok.

Dougie: Thank you.

Harry: Awwww!

Harry nudged Dougie on the shoulder.

Dougie: Don't do that!

Harry: You're just so cute, though!

Dougie grinned and blushed about it.

Harry: We'll get some cake later then, ok?

Dougie: Yeah. Thank you.

The end… Of part one.