Harry should've known that it had been a stupid idea. He should've stopped them, he should've opened it faster. He should've done a lot of things, but he hadn't. Dougie would probably never forgive him. Harry would never forgive himself either. Dougie had been pretending he was okay with the whole joke, he had laughed about it and no one had suspected anything. But Harry knew Dougie. Harry had seen the panic in his eyes, Harry had seen how Dougie would flinch at every closed door for the rest of the day. And now he was standing in the front of Dougie's door, trying to gather the confidence to knock. He had to apologize, he just had to! Harry took a deep breath and raised his fist, but let it drop again. He couldn't do this, what if Dougie hated him? He sighed and rested his forehead on the door.
Suddenly he heard a click and next thing he knew he was on the ground, a smirking Dougie standing over him. "Hi." Dougie said softly. "Hi." Harry muttered, while sitting up. "Why were you standing in the front of my door for at least ten minutes?" Dougie asked, clearly amused. Harry could feel his cheeks going red. "I…I wanted…wanted to.." He stuttered. Dougie chuckled. "Relax Harry, deep breaths and think before you speak." He said seriously, before cracking up again. "Ha ha, very funny Dougs." Harry muttered. "But I came here to apologize." Dougie stopped laughing at once. "Apologize? Why?" He asked, looking confused. Then it dawned on him. "Oh." He muttered. "Yeah." Harry said softly.
"Listen Dougs, I shouldn't have done that. It was stupid and not even funny. Not funny at all, I realize that now. I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry. I was stupid okay, please forgive me? Please?" Harry was rambling now, he knew that, but he couldn't stop. Not until Dougie realised how sorry he was. He knew Dougie was claustrophobic, he had known it since they had started the band. He was the only one who knew for God's sake! And He still locked him up in a suitcase! He was the most horrible friend ever! Harry was still talking, telling Dougie how sorry he was when suddenly two arms were thrown around Harry's middle and he felt something nestle in the crook of his neck, it shut him up immediately. Dougie sighed softly, his breath hot against Harry's skin. "It's okay Haz, it really is. I know you're sorry. But I've been doing loads better right? I didn't have a breakdown." He whispered.
Harry threw his arms around Dougie's neck, holding him tight and buried his face in Dougie's neck. "But I still feel so guilty." He muttered. Dougie chuckled. "I know, I know. You know what?" Dougie leaned back, so he could look Harry in the eye. Harry looked confused. "I didn't feel so scared, I knew you were getting me out. Yes, you locked me up but you freed me as well. And if you buy me a cupcake I'll forgive you, kay?" Dougie was smiling, Harry chuckled. "I'll buy you a cupcake." He promised. The stood like this, arms around each other, for some time, before Dougie whispered. "Don't go?" Harry looked down on him. "You're going to use this as blackmail for the rest of the month, aren't you?" Dougie nodded enthusiastically. Harry grinned. "C'mon." He lied down on the bed, under the covers. Dougie snuggled up next to him.
Harry was awake, but he could feel Dougie drifting away. "Hazza?" He heard Dougie whisper suddenly. Harry turned his head, Dougie was half asleep. "Yeah?" Harry whispered back, his heart filling with love for the younger boy who was struggling to stay awake. "Love you Haz.." Dougie muttered. Harry smiled. "Love you too Dougs." He whispered back.