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Disclaimer: I don't own McFly. All of these stories are a figment of my imagination. I also have nothing against any of the "McWags", I love them all, but I also think the boys together are really cute.

HarryxDougie - Pudd

Dougie POV

I woke up to the sound of thunder and lightning crashing outside my room window. I grabbed my phone to check the time. 1:30am. The thunder boomed and I hid under the covers. I don't like thunderstorms, I never have. Tom said its called keraunophobia or something. Fear of thunderstorms.

The lightning cracked again, briefly sending a wave of white light into my room. I jumped. We're on a band writing holiday, just the four of us (usually), staying in a house in the Lake District up North. Our girlfriends are up this weekend for a small break from work (well Danny and Tom's girlfriends, Georgia and Giovanna, Harry and I don't have girlfriends) probably cos I'm not necessarily straight and Harry's just weird). Last night we had a movie marathon. Everything was fine and good fun until we all went to bed and the storm started. I tried to think of which of the boys I could run to. I needed someone. Anyone. Tom? He is the only one who knows I'm afraid of storms. But Gi is with him. Danny? No, Georgia's here. That leaves Harry. We haven't been talking recently. We've kind of been avoiding each other. Last week we had a tickle fight which ended up with us in a comprising position (which I thoroughly enjoyed by the way (him straddling my waist and lent against my chest and his arms rested either side of my head. His face was so close to my own, his gorgeous blue eyes staring into mine, his tongue darting out to wet his lucious lips) but Tom caught us before we could do anything. :( So we tried to pretend it didn't happen.

The thunder called again and I forgot everything I was doing to pretend I don't have a huge crush him. I leaped out of my bed and shot across the hallway to Harry's room. I crept through the door, into the room and slid under the covers next to him. I felt him wake up next to me.

"Whhaa... Dougie? What are you doing?" Harry asked turning his head to look at me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The thunder and lightning sounded again and I hid my head into Harry's bare chest. He put his around around me.

"Don't like thunderstorms huh?" He asked pulling me close. I shook my head. He grinned and wrapped his arms around me. I put my hands on his warm, muscular (delectable, kissable) chest and hid my face into him again. Harry kissed my head before propping his chin on top of it. When the thunder called and the lighting answered Harry squeezed me closer to him and whispered into my hair that it was alright. After a while I fell asleep.

In the morning

Harry POV

I woke up in the morning with Dougie's small frame laying on my chest, head nestled into my neck. My arms were still wrapped around him, locked together on his back. One of his hands was tangled in my (quite short) hair. I smiled to myself and pulled him closer, enjoying the feeling of him pressed up against me. I breathed in his lovely scent. A mixture of strawberry shampoo, aftershave and - my favourite - Dougie. After a few minutes I felt him begin to stir. He lifted his head to look at me and his hand began playing with my hair.

"Hey beautiful." I said teasingly kissing him on the forehead.

"Hey. Wait, why are you in my bed?" Dougie asked his gorgeous blue eyes filling with confusion.

"Erm, sorry but you're in mine." I corrected.

"Oh! Sorry. I er.. don't like thunderstorms." He answered.

"I got that." I replied grinning. He smiled and sank back into me, kissing my neck gently.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" He said sitting bolt up (straddling me *silent prayer to god* his hair all over the place.) Oh, he looked so hot. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. Reluctantly, I let my arms drop from his waist.

"Don't worry about it. It's fine. You know I like cuddles." I said lying back down trying to pull him with me. He resisted but "subtlety" ran his hands down my bare chest instead.

"Are we cool?" Dougie asked, avoiding my eye contact.

"Of course. Why?" I asked kind of confused.

"Well after what happened in the living room the other day..." He said slightly embarrassed.

"Is that why you've been avoiding me all week?" I realised. He nodded. "Oh Dougie, don't feel awkward or anything. I'm just mad Tom walked in before I could kiss you." I said grinning. He looked at me, startled.

"Huh?"

"Your gorgeous Doug. Why wouldn't I want to kiss you?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

"You're straight." He said flatly.

"As a roundabout." I scoffed. His head shot up and confusion flooded his features.

"Since when?"

"Since I met you."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I just did."

"Why haven't you told me before? We've known each other for 10 years!"

"It was never the right time. You had girlfriends, and then a few boyfriends and I didn't want to get in they way." I said looking away. "I tried to tell you but couldn't, not properly. I've been giving you hints. You know, kisses, hugs and enough jokes and little comments that honestly, you shouldn't really be that surprised." His small hand cupped my face.

"You're adorable," He lent towards me, "and so f**king hot." he whispered before he smashed his lips to mine. I grinned then deepend the kiss, sliding my hands up his sides to run through his hair while he caressed (more like felt up) my chest. I pulled on his bottom lip with my teeth and moaned a little as he rocked his hips a slightly. I broke away from his lips and kissed my way to his neck, slowly sucking on it, leaving a little mark. I smiled proudly.

"You're a dork." Dougie laughed. I smiled in response then continued kissing him. After a few minutes of intense making out, we broke apart. I grinned at his messed up hair and pressed another kiss to his forehead.

"What time is it?" Dougie asked.

"Dunno. Check your phone." I answered closing my eyes again, enjoying the after kiss sensations. I felt the bed shift and the weight on my hips lift a bit as Dougie reached over to my phone on the bedside table. I opened my eyes to watch him. As he did his grey Beatles T-shirt (which is actually mine ) rose up and exposed his flat toned stomach. My stomach twisted at the sight of his soft skin. I resisted the urge to brush my fingers against it. My eyes settled on the love bite I had just made on Dougie's neck. They boys aren't going to let him off for that one.

"I'm using yours. Mine's in my room. Jeez! It's half ten!" He cried. I sat up (him still on me, making some nice friction as I moved).

"What? Gi and Georgia said breakfast was at half nine and they'd wake us up. Why didn't anyone wake us?" I whined.

"I dunno. Oh, yes I do. TOM!" He yelled throwing off the covers and getting out of my bed.

Dougie stomped over to the door (after briefly checking himself , and me, out in the mirror. He adjusted his top and cute star wars shorts) and left the room.

I got up and ran out after him, still shirtless and wearing jogging bottoms as pyjamas. I followed Dougie down the stairs and into the kitchen. I saw everyones head turn towards him.

"TOM! Why didn't you wake us up?" Dougie asked yelling at our friend.

"You two looked so cute lying together in Harry's bed that I didn't want to disturb you." Tom answered shrugging.

"Wait? They were in Harry's bed TOGETHER?!" Danny asked grinning.

"Yeah, they were!" Tom smirked.

"I knew it." Danny replied. He and Tom started laughing. Then Georgia noticed me lurking in the doorway.

"Hey. Nice abs Harry." She called. The rest of them turned towards me and Danny elbowed Georgia. She shrugged in reply.

"Woah. Dougie, you slept with that?" Gi gasped, her and Georgia ignoring their boyfriends protests of "His abs are not that good", "Hey! What about me?"and "Are my abs not good?"

"I slept NEXT to, not WITH!" Dougie argued, crossing his arms over his chest moodily.

"Well your neck begs to differ!" Gi grinned. I smirked, the boys joined in, forgetting their jealousy for a chance to mess with my little Dougie. I winked at him and he went pink. Soon variations of "How good was he Doug?", "Nice one Harry!" and "I thought I heard something last night!" echoed around the kitchen.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Did you save us any food? Can we eat now?" Doug asked pulling a chair out next to Gi who ruffled his already messed up hair as he collapsed next to her.

"Suppose so..." Tom answered getting up and grabbing a plate of pancakes out of the microwave. I sat next to Dougie and watched as he licked his lips at the sight of the stack. I grinned and gently rested my hand on his thigh. He glanced at me through his lashes, a smirk ghosting his lips. I smiled back as he put his hand over mine and squeezed.