Bonjour, mon amis! So yeah, this is written for the incredible RadicalDaniel, who went to an interview this week... difference is, he got the job! -cheers- WoooOOOooo.

Anyhooooo, there'll be a sequel with Danny's endeavours at attaining a job, and it'll be longer and funnier, so keep an eye out! x

Harry paced back and forth between the living room door and the sofa, pausing only to glance at the clock (why was he late?) his phone (had he texted?) and the window (was he coming up the drive?). He ran a hand through his hair, breathing out impatiently. Had it gone well?

Was it okay?

Did he get it?

Where was he?

Why wasn't he calling?

Just as his pacing got to the point where the carpet was in serious danger of extinction, the door opened and Dougie shuffled in.

Harry whirled to face him.

"Where have you been?" He regretted his harsh tone of voice instantly, as Dougie blinked. Harry didn't give him time to fee hurt, though, as he strode over and encased his ips in a kiss. "I'm sorry." He whispered. Dougie gazed up at him, his ever- big blue eyes filed with hazy confusion; Harry smiled at his inability to keep up with much.

"Um. It's okay... um."

"How did it go?" Harry linked his hands at the top of Dougie's thighs and lifted him up, spinning him around and then carrying him over to the sofa. Dougie's skinny arms wrapped around his kneck and his legs arond Harr's hips; a small, cold nose burrowed under his kneck.

"It was... okay."

Harry frowned, concerned. He sat on the sofa and looked down at Dougie's cheek, pink from cold. "Only okay?"

"Yeah, he. The interviewer guy. He, um, he ain't very nice, he kept... lookin' at me funy, so I kept messin' it up."

Harry sighed. He and Tom had deemed it best to send Dougie and Danny to get part time jobs, to earn responsibility and experience; so far, Danny had punched one interviewer and got fired from the chippy after one day, and Dougie...

Well, hadn't got any jobs yet.

Harry squeezed him sympathetically. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. Dougie sighed.

"I'm such a loser, Harry." He whispered. "I can't even get a job at fucking Tesco."

Harry rubbed his back. "Oh, Pugsley... it's not that bad." He sighed deeply, then an idea hit him. "But," He murmured, moving his lips to Dougie's ear, "I know something you're very good at... something to take your mind off it..."

Dougie looked up at Harry through thick eyelashes.

"Okay," He whispered. "Okay..."

Harry, sensing that Dougie was still distressed, smiled softly and ran a hand through the blonde hair.

"Don't worry; there's no interview for this one." He winked before flipping Dougie over and smashing his lips against the blonde's.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang. Harry paused as it rang to answer machine, and a voice came through.

"Mr Poynter, I regret to inform you that although we appreciated your efforts and time, we have found another, more suitable, appliant to the job... thankyou for your time."

"Well that was quick." He said, disgusted at the tone of her voice. Dougie's hand came up and forced him to look back down.

"Doesn't matter. Don't like Waterstones anyway."

Harry smirked and pulled his top off.