Authors Note: Hey guys, sorry I have taken so long to update or even add a new story (I did warn you on my profile page)! I have had this story sitting around gathering dust for about 6 months now and I finally sent it off to get beta'd by a very good friend of mine ZukieDude :)

So you all probably want a little background history on this story… This is all based on a dream I had when I was on holiday in Spain earlier this year. The first couple of chapters have nothing to do with the dream :P but the last chapter is the dream. I'm not gonna ruin anything for anyone so I'm gonna leave it at that!

Title: Walk Away
Rating: T
Pairing: Flones/Pudd
Disclaimer: I own the iPod/Computer that I write this out on, the pad that I wrote some of this out on and myself (well I hope I do) and I own the things that I have brought directly from McFly/James Blunt, like CDs and DVDs.
I do however NOT own the boys themselves (WHAT. A. SHAME!)
But obviously I own the idea and the dream… I hope!

Summary: He wants to get his life back, but how can he? After it hitting rock bottom there is only one way up!

Walk Away

The place was literally pounding. The music boomed through the crowd and the walls surrounding them, the party- as always- incredible.
In the middle of the club was a dance floor, and every square inch was occupied with a different man, yet all with the same thing in mind- they were all dancing with someone they barely knew, but would eventually take them home to fuck all night long.
Right in the middle of the crowd was a young guy, no older than 20, grinding up against a man he had only just met. The young man had dark brown hair with blonde highlights, his topless body covered in beads of sweat and his neck marked with love bites and nips from the man he was dancing with. He smiled brilliantly up at the man, flashing white teeth through perfect lips, and the returning smile was instant. The older man looked away for a second as if searching for something, then took his hand and led him through the floor and down a steep set of stairs to an underground room.
Pushing him up against the wall the older man dove down to the younger man's chest, licking the sweat from the middle of his pecs and smooth hairless stomach.
The younger man reached down and unbuttoned his jeans to revel his hard 8 inch cock. Grabbing the hair of the willing man that was kneeling next to him, he threw his pelvis into his face. Face fucking the guy was a dream- he'd been after this for weeks, and he'd fantasised about the older's warm mouth, his tight ass, his rigid cock thrusting in and out of his own virgin ass.

He wanted this.
He needed this.

The sudden vibration in his back pocket was accompanied with a small bleep.
"Oh, for fucks' sake-" The phone's untimely alert was received by the young man's oath as he was drawn from his passion- induced haze.
"Dude what's up? Ain't I doing it right?" The older man looked up at him, uncertainty crossing his features as he took in the annoyed look on the younger's face.
"No- um, Aaron-"
"Jake."
"Yeah, um, Jake, cool. I've gotta go." Pulling up his jeans, the younger male strode back out of the room and up the stairs, expertly weaving his way through the smothering crowd and stepping out into the cool night air.
"Until tomorrow night, Gapers." He said absently to the club as he walked down Pride Avenue to his house.

He strode as fast as he could until he reached his driveway, at which point his stride phased in to a light- footed walk as he reached the front door. Slipping in, he kicked off his shoes as quietly as humanly possible and placed them by the door, then paused, his ears straining to pick up evidence of anybody being awoken at his entrance. Congratulating himself on a (quiet) job well done, he began to tip- toe down to the kitchen, spinning around as a woman pounced from behind the living room door.
"DOUGLAS LEE POYNTER! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Not giving him time to reply- all though he doubted the answer 'A gay club' would go down well at all- she continued, just as loud. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?"
Glowering at her, he took in just how enraged she was. Figuring she was about to blow, he threw caution to the wind.

In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.

"DON'T CALL ME DOUGLAS, YOU FAT COW! IT'S DOUGIE!" He hollered back.
His mother, ever the peace keeper, flew forward and slapped him across his face.
He snapped his head back around to stare at her venomously. "You're a fucking bitch!" He spat, voice lowered in his fury.
She drew herself up to her full height. "I may be a bitch, but you're a- a-"
"Oh just SAY it, mum! A fucking FAGGOT, a QUEER, a COCKSUCKER!" He didn't give her time to reply, just pushed past her and took the stairs two at a time, slamming his bedroom door behind him.
Throwing himself onto his bed, he reached over, grabbed his laptop and turned it on. Opening up Facebook he decided that it was time for another status update;

'Another night, another guy. I'm turning into a right Brian Kinney. Love it ;)'

Dougie smirked to himself as he clicked update and hoped that a certain someone would see it. Closing down Facebook and discarding his laptop on the floor, he threw himself back, fully clothed, and pulled the covers over his body. Sleep had only just began to take over his body when he was rudely brought back from the land of eternal bliss.

"Dougie, talk to me. I'm your mother, you can tell me anything." Kerry said as she nudged her son.
Oh, looked like she'd had a change of heart when it came to her mode of inducting conversation... how thoughtful. "Mum, just leave me alone." He mumbled as he turned over to face his mum. Needless to say, she ignored him.
"What's gotten into you recently? You're not seeing Tom anymore, you blow off Danny every time he calls and what happened to that nice guy Harry? He used to treat you like you were the only person on Earth, and you always spoke about him."
"Mum please, I'm tired." Dougie said while trying to hold back his tears. She watched him silently for a minute before speaking again, sighing.
"Ok sweetheart. Just, come talk to me when you're ready." Dougie's mum got up off the bed, smoothing down the sheets as she did so, and walked to the door.
"Mum?"
Turning to face her son, she spoke. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry. I love you."
"It's ok honey. We all have our off days. I love you too. Night." Kerry opened the door and closed it as she walked out.

Dougie tried for hours to get to sleep but he couldn't, his mind wouldn't let him.
He was thinking about him, the one he truly loved with all his heart.
They were made for each other; their mates had called them 'The Perfect Couple', and it had fit, because they were. Yet apparently it wasn't meant to last. People, work and school seemingly made it their mission to get in the way; the few times they managed to see each other, it had never been for very long stretches of time.
It was a disaster waiting to happen, but Dougie wasn't over him, he never had been. Of course, he'd told everyone that he was, and that he never wanted to see him again- but truth be told Dougie wanted nothing more than to see him again, touch him again, be with him again. He'd give his heart away to him yet again without a second thought.

"Harry," He whispered.
Harry.
He needed him.

Getting his phone out of his pocket, Dougie unlocked it and dialled a number. Taking deep breaths as the phone rang, Dougie started to doubt what he was doing- was it a bad idea? Was it too early? Was it too late? But just as he was about to hang up-
"Dougie?" The voice on the other end was groggy and confused.
"Hi." Dougie answered.