Author's Note: Hi everyone! I know I promised in my other story that I would have posted this chapter in two weeks and now it's been a little over a month. So I'm sorry for making you all wait! I wanted to have at least the first five chapters written and edited before I posted anything but I felt so bad for just leaving you all hanging that I had to post something! And I should mention that I'll be starting school next week and my life will be consumed by school and homework so I will apologize a head of time for my future tardiness. Also, I did not forget about the little contest that I had in Net Buddies, Elizabeth will appear in chapter four! I can't remember everything that I wanted to tell you all but whatever I have forgotten will be put in the next chapter. Thanks for reading this long and most likely boring author's note and thanks for reading my new story! P.S. This is the sequel to Net Buddies so if you haven't read that yet then I suggest that you do! Thanks again and enjoy!

It has been a year and a half since I moved to England to live with my boyfriend, Dougie Poynter. I have to admit that it was really difficult at first, not seeing my best friends Ashley O'Brien and Sean Anderson everyday and missing the familiarity of being home in New York City, but over the course of the year being here in England, I got used to it.

I moved in with Dougie and the rest of his band mates and Giovanna which was kind of a bad decision on my part. It was never silent and always chaotic. The guys were either screaming their lungs out in front of the television playing XBOX, playing their instruments at all hours of the night and day, or happily stripping each other down to their knickers in the middle of the kitchen. And believe me, that has caused some really awkward moments between us all especially when I ran into them stripping Tom down to nothing before my eyes while I was sitting at the island eating my Lucky Charms and them being completely oblivious to my presence.

So, sometimes things got a little out of hand and that's when we decided, AKA me, Dougie, sadly, had no say in this, to move out and into our own flat in Central London. I thought that my idea of moving was going to be brilliant and if the guys did come over for a visit I knew that they wouldn't stay all the time. Wrong. The guys came over even more than I thought they would, all claiming that they missed Dougie or as Danny calls him, his sexy little boy.

Then, before I knew it, the rest of McFly got their own flats in the same apartment building as ours. So, instead of getting aggravated over the situation, I just decided to get over it and get used to it.

But other than the slight annoyance of moving and dealing with guys who act like teenagers the majority of the time, life here has been great. I am a full time science teacher at a local high school teaching my favorite subject, Biology. I love waking up in the morning and realizing that I have to go to work, my dream job. But sadly, it was the weekend and I still had some unpacking to do in our new apartment. Oh bugger.

I was currently standing in the kitchen, putting the food away in the appropriate cupboards as well as placing some cooking and eating utensils in their appropriate drawer or cupboard when I noticed a small scratch on the white counter top. I tried to ignore the noticeable scratch as I continued to put away the various cooking utensils but the idea of ignoring it started to nag me at the back of my mind.

Over the year of living with Dougie's band mates, I have become paranoid about cleanliness. Their clothes and any other garbage or food would always be strewn around the floor and rooms and that's when I had developed the habit of meticulously cleaning everything in sight. Or as Harry says, I have become OCD about cleaning and having everything be neat and organized.

So, after trying to ignore the scratch on the countertop, I ended up getting a cloth and a bottle of cleaner out from underneath the sink and scrubbing the hell out of that tiny scratch until the counter was clean to my satisfaction.

I sighed tiredly as I placed the cleaner back underneath the sink. Moving was always a pain in the butt and I sometimes found myself wishing I was a witch of some sort like Hermione Granger from Harry Potter and all I had to do was say an incantation and everything would be clean and put away properly. But life had other plans and us muggles have to suffer and do it the hard way.

Just as I entered the dining room which currently held a dozen or so boxes of our belongings is when I heard his voice.

"Mornin' Cara," he greeted tiredly as he walked up behind me and embracing me in a hug. "Why don'tcha stop unpackin' and come back to bed?" he suggested, kissing my neck. My heart fluttered happily in my chest as he continued to kiss my neck and all I wanted to do was melt into a puddle on the floor.

A soft giggle escaped my lips as I turned around in his arms to face him. His bluish gray eyes stared intently down at my own green eyes. His dirty blond hair grew out to below his ears and little tufts of hair stuck out in every direction, giving him the 'I just got out of bed but I don't care' look. He was clad in only his Toy Story boxers and at the sight of his well toned body made me want to melt even more.

"It is awfully tempting Doug, but I need to make this place more… how should I say this… homey? Comfortable? Livable?" I replied, giving him a smile, "And besides, if you just got up that most likely means that the rest of the guys will be up soon and storming on in here like they own the place. It would be awkward if they caught us."

"Please! We can make it quick!" he begged, his voice almost pleading.

"No I will not have a quickie with you! Sex is supposed to be special and romantic," I replied, a small smile playing at my lips.

"What? You know I'm not a romantic kind of guy and when you were preggers with Cameron you wanted it all the time!" he defended, unwrapping his arms from around my waist and I immediately missed his warmth.

"That was only because my hormones were out of whack," I defended as I walked over to the closest box and rummaging through its contents.

"Well… uhh… I don't know! What do you want me to say to that?" he squeaked, his voice rising an octave above normal. Men… I don't think they will ever truly understand how lucky they are… they are not the ones who have to give birth to a living being!

"That you will not annoy any woman when it comes to sex cuz then you might not get any at all," I reasoned as emptied the box that contained some of my clothes.

"Oh fine…"

A small laugh escaped my lips and a smile formed on my face. I picked up my clothes and walked over to him, kissing him sweetly on the lips. "Maybe tonight, okay?"

"Fine… I guess I can wait," he mumbled, sighing in defeat. "I guess I'll go take a shower then, 'kay?"

"Okay Dougs," I replied as I wandered into our bedroom, "And while you're in there Dougs why don'tcha… oh, how do you British folks say it… yank your plank? It'll help with your sexual frustrations."

I heard him laugh loudly from the hallway. "God woman… I don't know how I put up with ya!" I laughed as I put my clothes away on my side of our walk in closet. My section was much smaller compared to Dougie's which was kind of weird and abnormal by today's standards. I mean, who would expect a guy to have more clothes than his girlfriend?

I continued to unpack our belongings and Dougie eventually joined me after his special shower. Then, after five long and tiresome hours, we finally finished unpacking everything. Our new flat felt more like home, especially with various pictures and decorations. We had given each of our four bedrooms a special purpose; one was our bedroom, my study, Doug's music or "man" room, and then our guest bedroom. I gave him his room to let him do whatever he wanted to do and let's just say that there are various posters of him and the guys, other band posters as well as some posters that borderline on pornography but that's just Dougie for ya.

I collapsed onto the couch in our living room and turned on the TV. I just felt exhausted and lazy. I watched Dougie as he wandered out of the kitchen with two soda cans in his hands.

"Thanks Dougie," I said as soon as he handed me the can and plopped down next to me. "What do you think of our new flat? Feel more homey?"

"Cara… I'm a dude… I can care less. I only need the essentials: Food, shelter, beer and sex."

My jaw dropped and I looked at him in complete shock. "Dougie…" He looked at me and realized my facial expression and he immediately had the look of worry written all over his face.

"For the sake of my being and for my fun spot, our new apartment is really cool," he said, smiling nervously and fidgeting in his spot on the sofa. Once again men will never understand how a woman's mind works.

I glared at him and was about to reply when our front door slammed open, banging against the wall to reveal Danny, Tom, Harry and Giovanna. It looks like you're safe Doug, but only for now.

"Hey guys!" Dougie exclaimed, literally jumping off the couch to greet them. "You came just in time."

"Why's that mate?" Tom asked curiously as he plopped down on the sofa and grabbing the remote from the coffee table and flipping through the many channels.

"Cara was gonna bite my head off," he replied, hiding behind Harry and occasionally peaking over his shoulder.

"Well whatever it was you did Doug, I bet she has every right to do so," Gio commented, immediately defending me. I gave her a friendly smile as she walked towards me and sitting down on the couch next to me. "And I have a feeling it's about the new flat, am I right Cara?"

"You betcha," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, guess what I brought?" I heard Danny suddenly say, giving us a toothy, yet mischievous, grin. I watched him rummage through a brown colored messenger bag that I just recently noticed before he revealed a six pack of beer. "I thought we all could have some fun and chill out and I know for a fact that Dougie has more beer."

"Yes! We're gonna get pissed tonight!" Dougie exclaimed, taking a bottle of Corona out of the pack, "Well… except Cara… she doesn't drink."

"C'mon Cara, it'll be fun!"

"Why would I want to drink something that can potentially kill me? Besides, I honestly don't want to deal with a hangover in the morning," I replied, grabbing the remote from Tom and changing the channel to the science network.

"That's what medicine and sleeping is for!" Danny exclaimed, handing out the bottles of beer. "It'll be a lot of fun!"

"Nope."

"Damn… Dougie, you could have gotten a bird who actually likes to have fun once in a while," he muttered, sitting down on the floor. "Why did you have to go a date a goody-two-shoes?"

"I don't have a bloody clue," Dougie replied, giving me a small smile, silently letting me know that he was just teasing me.

I continued to listen to them ramble on about me and anything else that crossed their minds until I finished my soda. I mean nothing's wrong with being sober, at least you will know that you'll never need a liver due to poor decisions.

"Hey Doug, can you get me another soda?" I asked, handing him my empty can. "Thanks." I watched him retreat back into the kitchen and moments later return with a large glass of gingerale.

"We ran out of the normal brand of gingerale so all we had was the generic brand," he said as he handed me the glass.

"Oh okay," I replied as I took a sip of the drink and I was immediately greeted with a sour taste. It was almost lemony but I could tell that there were some hints of my favorite soda. "Thanks Doug."

We all continued to sit around and talk about random topics. I watched as everyone else started to become hyper and klutzy from the large amount of beer everyone was drinking. I personally started to feel a weird haze over brain, almost like a fog, but I didn't really pay too much attention to it since I was feeling really happy and having fun.

After hours of just hanging around and several glasses of generic gingerale later, I was feeling too happy and giggly. I remember laughing my butt off at any little thing Dougie or anybody else did and I honestly have no idea as to why.

"Hey Doug… ie… c-can I have s-some more pop," I found myself slurring as I finished off my sixth glass of my beloved gingerale. "That stuff is-is so good!"

"Nah… ya can't… you f-finished it all up! T-the booze is gone!" Dougie cried, leaning up against me. "It's all gone…" He sounded like he was going to be on the verge of tears but I didn't care, I was in too much of a good mood.

"Hahaha Cara! You're drunk!" Danny exclaimed, "Oi… I-I wish I h-had my c-camera…" I then found myself laughing as I watched Danny fall over onto his side, his beer slipping out of his hand and spilling all over my hardwood floors.

"Hahaha Danny!" I exclaimed, thrusting my drink into the air, "You passed out first!"

"He-he did drink a-a lot of beer…" I heard Tom slur as I slumped over onto Dougie's shoulder.

"P-poke him to see if he's alive!" I squeaked suddenly just before I was in another fit of giggles. Then, before I knew it, my world faded to black.

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