Disclaimer: Yes, I own Dougie. That's why he can be in two places at once. C'mon people, really. None of it is mine... I wish it was...
AN: Okay, so this is a Poynter/Jones ficcage. For those of you who are really out of tune with the whole McFly fan-verse, this is a slash fiction between the bassist, Dougie Poynter and guitarist Danny Jones. I don't care what anyone else says, I think they would make an amazing couple... if they were gay. But you never know... have you seen the 'Silence Is A Scary Sound' music video? Some Poynter/Jones stuff going on there... hehe, anyway, on with the story.
It's all about you, It's all about you baby...
Dougie was sitting in his room, staring at the wall. Tom was out with his girl, Harry was in his room playing drums and Danny... actually, he didn't know where Danny was. Flopping down on his bed, he looked up at his ceiling. Blink posters covered the white. Dougie blinked back tears that had suddenly come to the surface. He had gotten those posters with him... He stood up quickly on his bed, wobbling slightly at the unevenness of the surface. He tore down the posters, crumpling them up into small, compacted balls. He got down onto the floor and swung open the door, going to throw them away... actually, he could burn them. Going into the kitchen, he started up the stove, smiling slightly as the blue-white of the flame came on. He was just about to touch the corner of the posters to the flame when Danny came in. Dougie looked up into Danny's eyes, and looked back down at the posters he used to cherish in his hand. He continued moving them closer to the flame when Danny's hand grabbed his own.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?! D'you want to burn down the entire house?!" Danny said, trying to pry the paper from Dougie's hands. Dougie looked up at Danny with cold eyes.
"I don't give a damn, okay?!" Dougie yelled, startling Danny, "Let go!"
"No!" Danny said, turning off the stove and finally getting the wad of paper away from him. "What is this anyway?" he uncrumpled the paper and saw the familiar name. "Dougie, why are you burning your Blink posters?" he asked, lowering his voice as if someone else was listening, "you love them."
"Not anymore," he said, taking the posters from Danny and throwing the in the trash bin. He turned his back to the other boy, feeling tears come to the surface again. God, he was getting emotional.
"Are you okay?" Danny asked, and Dougie shivered from the way he said it. Like he cared.
"Y-yes," he said, but his voice wavered. He heard rustling behind him and Danny's voice was closer.
"Don't lie, Doug," he said, sighing.
Dougie wiped away tears. He wouldn't understand... "I...I'm not," he said, but again his voice wavered. He heard more rustling and arms wrapped around him. Dougie stood stiff in shock. What was happening?
"Dougie," Danny whispered in his ear. Dougie shivered again. He wasn't supposed to feel this way, it wasn't right... "Dougie, please tell the truth."
Dougie relaxed a little, and sighed. There was no use lying to Danny, he could see through all of his best lies. "Just some trouble," he said. No way would he tell Danny that he was the cause of all this trouble. That every time that Danny would smile at a random bird on the street, Dougie felt a little worse inside, that it felt like his heart was breaking.
"Trouble?" Danny pulled away and Dougie missed the warmth. He turned around, and saw Danny looking down at his hands, almost embarrassed. He looked up, and Dougie gave him a reassuring smile, even though he was the one that really needed it. Danny cocked his head to one side like a confused puppy.
"Any chance you'll tell me what this trouble is?" he asked, smiling slightly. Even the simplest smile gave Dougie a natural high, and he loved it. He loved him and he knew it. But it didn't change the fact that Danny was completely straight and the fact that Dougie was gay. It took 17 years to realise it, but Dougie couldn't deny it.
"Just trouble, okay?" he said, going around the bar and sitting in one of the stools. He laid his head on the cool surface of the counter and closed his eyes. Danny slipped up next to him and sat in the stool next to him.
"I'll tell you some of my troubles, okay? Maybe you'll want to tell me then..." Danny trailed off. Dougie wanted to look up at him, but he felt like he couldn't do so without a) crying, b) attacking him or c) running off to his room.
"I like this person, okay?" Danny started, and Dougie listened, "they're amazing. Funny, talented, charismatic and sexy as hell..."
"Well what's the problem?" he asked. Danny could get any girl he wanted, and he had done so several times.
"I'm not so sure that they feel the same way." Dougie chanced a look up, and Danny was looking out the window opposite them, his eyes glistening. Danny looked down at him, and Dougie smiled, even though his heart was breaking.
"Well, then she's a bloody idiot," Dougie said, looking out the window.
"It's not a she, Doug," he said, putting his head down on the counter. Wait, had he just said...
"It's not?" Dougie asked in a small voice. "Well, then he's a bloody idiot." Who would turn down Danny?
"Oh, so now you're calling yourself names, huh?" Danny looked up at him, a smiled working its way across his face. Dougie looked at him, his brows furrowing. Danny frowned, then got up quickly. "God Doug, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." he said, going through the kitchen. Dougie sprung up from his chair and grabbed Danny's hand.
"No, don't go," he said, holding his hand tightly. "Please, don't go."
Danny looked at his hand interlocked with Dougie's, and looked up at him confused. "What? I thought..."
"Well, you think too much," Dougie said, hesitantly putting his arms around Danny's tall, lanky frame. Danny was stiff for a moment, but returned the gesture.
"Dougie...?" Danny asked. Dougie looked up.
"Mhm?" he asked, smiling.
"May I have this dance?" Danny asked, pulling away.
"There's no music!" Dougie said.
"So?" he said, bowing and offered his hand. Dougie raised an eyebrow, but took his hand...
Tom came home a little while later to see Danny and Dougie, dancing slowly to no music. 'It's about bloody time,' he thought, going up the stairs quietly.
Dancing on the kitchen tiles, it's all about you...
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