Iyaa! So yeah, this was requested by ash-rox, who wanted abit of a spin off from Dougie's Big Day, where it mentions their right to punish him. So yeah- tbh I'm not pleased with this chapter buut, I kept her waiting for too long so. :P This is gona be multi- chaptered. So send in ideas for punishments? :')
"No."
Harry took a deep breath in as he glared at the fifteen year old, standing obstinately in front of him, chin set.
"Yes."
"No."
Hary glanced momentarily to the tablets on the side- the tablets for asthma that Dougie was supposed to be taking every morning and had done every morning until Harry was left alone with him.
Apparently, he only did what Tom said.
Wasn't that jst dandy?
"Take the fucking tablets, Dougie." Harry snapped, patience rapidly deteriorating.
"No!" Dougie glowered up at him from under long eyelashes, looking stubbornly at the pills. "I don't want to"
"What- why?"
"Because, because I..." Dougie trailed off, and Harry waited, eyebrow raised. "I don't want to."
Harry opened his mouth then closed it, careful not to start yelling. He knew, even if Dougie didn't, that proper etiquette did not permit one to yell at someone when you've only known them for three weeks. Yes, that's right- three weeks into the band, and this stuborn little shit was already making things tougher than they needed to be. He gritted his teeth and stared at Dougie, waiting for the younger to break eye contact, which he didn't. Hary skimmed through endless conversations and details he'd heard concerning Dougie and how to care for a child, searching for the solution for what the fuck to do.
Because he was panicking.
Hary Judd, master of serenity, was panicking over the stubborn- donkey attitude of the fucker with the too- baggy shorts.
"Dougie can be stubborn sometimes..."
"...When scolding a child, you need to remember to take into account the possible reactions of- Harrison Judd, stop throwing paper at John and listen, I'm here to teach not watch you mess around..."
"..Yes, sometimes he just eeds to vent..."
"...His mum said he's never had trouble with taking them, so..."
Dougie's lips curved up as he watched Harry's jaw working soundlessly. "Aw, getting a tad upset?" He taunted.
Harry hit him.
Okay, he reckoned as his hand connected with Dougie's head, okay, maybe that was a bit over the top.
"You know you deserved that." He remained calm as Dougie gaped at him, hand covering his ear. "Now." Harry was really getting into the role of his father; he straightened his shoulders and looked down at Dougie with a stern expression. "I think you need to go to your room and stay there for a while."
"What- but- you-"
"Don't you?"
"No, you can't, you can't-"
"I can. I'm nineteen, I'm one of your legal guardians and therefore it remains in my right to discipline you as I see fit, and apparently you have an obnoxious streak which is not going to work out if you want this band to succeed." Harry said quietly. "Now go upstairs. I'll be up with your tablets in an hour, maybe you'll realise by then exactly how to act mature and like the fifteen year old you are, not the four year old you seem to think you are."
Dougie blinked and wordlessly climbed the stairs, his quiet footsteps muffled by the slam of his door. Harry breathed out. "Ehehehe... one nil to Judd."
Dougie sat on his bed, arms wrapped around his knees, silently mouthing the words to the Blink song playing in his headphones.
He hadn't meant to make Harry that mad. He didn't want it to end up with Harry hitting him. It wasn't Harry whacking him that hurt him, though; it was how easily Harry had snapped. Harry was the only one Dougie was sure could deal with him, bt if he was wrong, maybe he shouldn't stay here. Maybe he should-
He looked up as a shadow fell over him, and after a pause took out one of his headphones. Harry sat down and passed him the tablets and a glass of water wordlessly; Dougie took them and swallowed two, not meeting Harry's gaze.
"Why did you make it so hard?"
When Dougie didn't answer, Harry sighed.
I caled your mum." Dougie looked up at him in horror- surely he hadn't ruined it all, surely he wasn't going to be sent back?
"Nothing serious." Hary continued. "I asked her about the whole situation. She told me..." He paused. "You were pushing me, weren't you? To see how long I could hold out, to see if I could last longer than your father did before leaving you."
Dougie blinked and looked at his knees, ashamed. "No."
"You sure?"
"...No. No, I'm not."
Hary sighed. "We're not close enough yet for me to ask you about your relationship with your family, or to offer you advice with whatyou're going through... we can fix that. We can be amazingly close and when we are, I will be there for you. For now, though, we need to discuss what's going to happen, yeah?"
Dougie just stared at his knees, cheeks flushed. After a moment of silence, he nodded minutely.
"Right." Harry paused reflectively. "I understand what you were trying to do, but the point remains that you were, to put it frakly, being an obnoxious little shit." He smiled to diffuse the insult. "Some of the stuff you said and did was jst uncalled for-" The images of Dougie bringing up Harry's schooling, accent, money, and then throwing the tablets at his head sprang to mind. "So I don't think I should let it pass." He took in the way Dougie was now leaning back slightly and gave a startled sigh. "Dougie," He said quietly, "I hit you lightly. I'm not your father; don't expect me to hurt you."
Dougie looked up at him. "Sorry." He mumbled.
Hary smiled slightly. "I think," He said slowly, "For now, I'm just going to confiscate your phone for a few days."
Dougie swallowed his habit of yellingback and nodded slightly. At Harry's gaze, he sighed and handed over his phone from under his pillow. Harry pocketed it, then ruffled his hair.
"I don't hate you, Dougie, and I don't want you to hate me... but you're still a kid, being in a band doesn't change that- and being a kid involves trial and error." He smiled again and waked out, sighing deeply as he left the room.
Picking up the landline absently, he briefly informed Tom of what had happened.
"It was the right thing to do," Was Tom's reply.
That was only the first time one of the three older boys had had to deal with Dougie's mood swings- there were others, and lots more at that.
