Dougie took the first sip of his cold beer. The cool liquid was refreshing as it slid down his throat. As he looked around the living room in Tom's house he couldn't help but feel so lucky. What he had now was just unbelievable. He watched Tom and Gi cuddled up to each other, and it was obvious that their love would never die. Danny and Georgia were whispering words of love to each other, their voices hidden further by the sound of the television. Harry was wearing a smirk that Dougie knew all too well and so he placed his beer onto the coffee table. Within seconds Harry had launched and tackled Dougie to the ground. Everybody laughed and soon Danny was joining in, his role was to tickle Dougie. And Tom just couldn't stand not been involved in the doing so he too got on the ground and began mucking around. The girls announced they were going to the paint their nails and fled the now extremely noisy living room. At that moment Dougie knew just how lucky he was and he was ever so grateful to everybody here. His momentary distraction allowed the other three to get his jeans down around his knees. In a fit of laughter they all struggled, though it was obvious to Dougie he was going to lose. Dougie heard his phone begin to ring.
"I have to get that, Mum said she'd ring," Dougie said. The boys stalled for a bit but finally let Dougie answer his phone. Taking a breath he answered his phone as he walked into the kitchen. He was out of breath and needed a drink.
"Hello?" he didn't recognise the number on the screen, so it obviously wasn't his mother.
"Is this Mr Dougie Poynter?" a shy, female voice asked.
"Yes? Who is this?" Dougie asked. His face was crossed with confusion, it sounded like a child on the other end of the line.
"My name is Rebecca Lawson," the girl said. "I think you knew my Mum,"
"Katie?" Dougie mumbled.
What do you think? Should I keep going?