AN: Yes, another one shot. Yes, more Pudd. Yes, I'm a tniny weeny bit obsessed. Problem? ;) Requests welcome xx
Dougie slowly pushed Harry's door open, peering through the dark to the figure on the bed. He padded over, bare feet on soft carpet, and stood next to the bed, chewing his thumbnail and thinking hard. What was that Tom had said in the interview? 'I think that you know you're in love when you kiss them and you get butterflies in your tummy.' Dougie loved Harry. Well, he thought he did, anyway, so it was worth a try, right?
He knelt on the bed and placed his hands next to Harry, hesitating before leaning down and clumsily pressing his lips against Harry's.
Harry woke up with a start. Was someone kissing him?
He blinked and looked around. Sitting next to him was what appeared to be Dougie. He was kneeling, looking down at his stomach, poking it with one hand and holding up his top with the other. Harry knew he'd just been kissed. Did Dougie kiss him?
No way.
Not Dougie.
"Dougie, mate... What are you doing?"
Dougie took a while to answer. When he finally looked up, his face was crestfallen. "Tom said you get butterflies." He said sadly. "But I ain't got no butterflies."
"...What?"
"In my tummy. Tom said you get butterflies in your tummy-"
"...When you kiss the one you love." Harry finished, and smiled slightly, ruffling his hair.
"Aw. Do you love me, Dougs?"
Dougie frowned. "...I don't... know?"
"Ha. Cute." Harry mumbled, still smiling. He pulled Dougie in to a hug, then gently pushed him off the bed.
"Go back to bed, Dougs." He instructed. "Busy day tomorrow."
Dougie nodded and wandered off, yawning; Harry watched him go, shaking his head in disbelief. Really, the boy was too adorable for his own good.
