Tom, Danny and Harry were all sitting in their shared house living room, laughing at something Danny had said, which had now left Danny utterly confused.
"What! im just makiking a point!" Danny frowned at Tom.
"You don't have a point!" Tom giggled.
Soon enough, Tom and Danny had started to have an argument, which turned into a full on slap fight, making Harry burst into histerics.
"Dougs, what are you doing! Your missing this!" Harry yelled through his laughter.
"Im just comming! Whats going on!" Dougie yelled from the top of the stairs, then ran down the first few steps.
"SHIT!" Was followed by massive loud bangs down the stairs, which were followed by more swearing from Dougie.
Harry shot up from his seat and ran into the hallway as fast as he could, quickly followed by Tom and Danny, who had put their fight on hold.
When Harry had reached the bottom of the stairs, he found Dougie at the bottom, his arms and legs everywere, in every direction.
Harry quickly knelt next to Dougie, who was now swearing and moaning at the pain.
"Dougie, christ sake!" Harry mummbled as he gently picked Dougie up, who wimpered in pain, quitly mummbling about hating the band, or something like that.
Harry walked back into the living room with Dougie in his arms, again with Tom and Danny following closely behind them.
"You alright Dougie?" Tom asked as Harry slowly put Dougie on the sofa.
"Bloody brill mate!" Dougie growled, his eyes throwing daggers at Tom.
Tom wimpered and jumped behind Danny, using him as some sort of sheild.
"Tom, what do you expect him to say?" Harry spoke as he checked over Dougie.
Dougie wimpered again a few times, but Harry came to the conclusion that it was just brusies.
Dougie ended up falling asleep while Harry was telling him that nothing was broken, just bruised.
*2 hours later*
Dougie woke up on the sofa, only the lamp in the far corner of the room was the only sorce of light.
Dougie rubbed his eyes and sa up slightly, then gasped at the pain that shot through his sides and quickly remmemberd falling down the stairs and snapping at Tom.
A noise from the kitchen made Dougie jump, so he slowly sat up and quitely made his way towards the kitchen.
Dougie walked into the kitchen, tripping over something, or more like someone, who was picking something up that they had dropped.
Dougie landed on the floor on his back with a thump, quickly scampering away from the person who had just stood up, before Dougie opened his mouth and started to yell his head off.
Dougie continued to scream his lungs off until the person pinned him down and shoved a pair of socks in his mouth, muffling his yells quickly.
Dougie opened his eyes to find Harry strandling him, grinning like a cheshire cat.
"Where's the fire Dougs?" Harry giggled.
"Christ sake, screw you Harry!" Dougie removed the socks from his mouth and yelled.
Harry just burst out into laughter, which earned him a slap on the arm from a annoyed Dougie, who pushed Harry off of him and stood up.
"You sir, are one, very mean boyfriend!" Dougie frowned as Harry stood up and pecked Dougie on the lips quickly, then pulled away before grinning.
"You love it Butty!"
A/N:
Alright, first Pudd story ever!
I have been planning to right this forever, but so much has been happening right now.
I have actually been suffering with some pretty bad depression, due to some stuff that happened about a month ago.
I got beaten up pretty bad at school, and everyone seemed to think it was so funny, i ended up walking out of school and writing this in a random field, about an hour away from my house, after i fell down some stairs.
Anyway, i don't want to bore you to death with my life story, so i really hope your liked it, and feel more then welcome to review!
