Catch Me

"Wake up Harold!" Dougie shouted, jumping in the elder boy's bed. Twenty year old Harry only moaned under his duvet.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" Dougie continued. "It's morning!"

Dougie threw himself over Harry, making Harry throw him away.

"Doug... go away..." Harry mumbled from under the duvet.

"But Haz... Tom wanted me to wake you up. Come on!" The boy tried.

Even how hard Dougie tried, Harry fell asleep again.

Without any quick movements, the bassist crawled down next to the drummer. The duvet laid over them, covering them completely.

Dougie was facing Harry. And slowly he poked on his arm, but didn't get any response. He poked harder and then shook him slightly.

The elder boy opened his eyes, nearly screaming by surprise as he saw Dougie's wide smiling face.

"Dougie! What the hell are you doing?" Harry cried out, moving away from Dougie. He let out a weird noise as he moved too far, falling of his bed.

"I just wanted to wake you up..." Dougie said quietly.

"Why would you wake me up under the duvet! Ah, Dougie!"

"I'm sorry..." Dougie mumbled, suddenly regretting what he did. He made Harry angry at him.

The eighteen year old boy didn't want Harry to be angry at him. He loved Harry.

Yes, Dougie loved Harry. He could just look at him for ages. Not taking his eyes away from that beautiful drummer. But he was afraid that Harry would dislike him if he would get to know. Because Dougie didn't know if Harry liked guys.

Harry got up from the floor, shaking his head at Dougie.

"Can you just... go out from my room?" he asked, trying to stay calm.

He was getting tired of Dougie always running around in the house, making noise, pulling pranks and whatever he could think of. Okay, he thought it was fun in the beginning, but after while he just got tired of it.

Chapter 1. – Dougie's Pov

I walked out from Harry's room with my head hanging low.

I really didn't want him to be angry at me. But I couldn't show my feeling. I would have to keep being the loud, annoying, joking, happy Dougie.

If I would sit down on a chair or one of the sofa's, completely quiet, one of them would notice. Most probably Tom, since he's the most grown up of us.

I ran down the stairs, and as there were three steps left, I jumped. I ran fast out in the kitchen, throwing myself at Tom who was fixing breakfast, causing him to nearly fall.

"Dougie!" he whined, pushing me away.

"Tom! I woke Harry up..." I said, smiling slightly. But then, I shouldn't have woken him up on the way I did. It made him angry.

I sat down on my chair, waiting for Harry and Danny to come down. I wasn't even sure if Danny was awake, that lazy bastard...

But he was awake. He came stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes to get the last signs of sleep away.

"Um... Danny..." I started, ready to start his day. "You have something on your side..."

"What?" he mumbled as he started to look.

I tried to hide a laugh, but I couldn't. It escaped my lips. "I was only joking, Dan. There's isn't anything."

"Doug!" he said almost through gritted teeth.

I bit my lip to not burst out laughing because of his expression.

He had just woken up, and was already probably tired of me.

Tom putted down a plate with breakfast infront of me, and as I looked up at him, I saw him shaking his head.

"Dougie, please don't start it today... Give us a break" he said, giving me a tiny smile.

I looked down, starting to eat.

Why were they all so sensitive? Shit... couldn't they just let me have fun?

My head snapped up as I heard someone coming into the kitchen. And I knew who it was.

I slowly lowered my head again, looking straight down at my breakfast.

"Goodmorning..." Harry mumbled, sitting down next to me.

Wow, he could sit next to me... He could be near me.

We all sat and ate our breakfast. None of us said a word. But we send each other glances.

"You guys haven't forgott about the TMI interview today, right?" Tom said as he broke the silence, he looked firstly at me, then over at Harry, and last Danny.

I actually had forgotten about the interview. But Tom remembered it, so why should I keep it so much in mind?

"The taxi is here soon. Get ready" Tom told us as he got up from his chair.

We got ready and went out to wait for the Taxi.

And I got some time to see if Harry was angry at me.

I slowly made my way over to where that unbeliviable hot drummer stood. Walking behind him I putted my hands over his eyes.

"Who can this be?" I mumbled into his ear.

"Dougie... I'm not stupid. I know it's you." He said.

Crap.

I walked away from him, standing alone, waiting for the taxi to come.

And when it finally did, I didn't get the luck to sit next to Harry.

I sat between the door and Tom.

"I'm keeping an eye on you, Doug. Please behave when we're doing the interview. No rude stuff or anything. Just... behave." Tom said, looking straight into my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah..." I mumbled as I turned around to look out through the car window.

It took ages before we arrived. We went into the studio, meeting Sam and Mark.

"Hey guys. Ready for the interview?" Sam asked.

We all nodded and smiled. And I was really ready for it. I had things to say.

As the clock went slow, it felt like years before everything started.

"So guys. Having any stuff planned for the next tour?" Mark asked.

"We-," Danny started.

"Harry smells." I said, cutting Danny of.

"Dougie!" Tom snapped as he hit me lightly on the arm.

"Ouch, Tom! You hit me! Stupid idiot! What the fuck was that for?" I knew that everyone who watched TMI would hear and see everything. This time it was live. And that was what it was meant. I wanted to say and do something. So that was what I did.

"Dougie, be quiet. Stop it." Tom said seriously as he gave me an angry look.

I kept on saying stupid things. And it ended up getting rude. They had to pause everything, so that some weird and angry dude could yell at me, telling me that if I didn't be quiet, they would throw me out. Since "there was children watching the show, and they didn't want to be responsible for what flew out of my mouth".

Tom sat and held one of my arms. And I was just forced to be quiet.

I knew that it wouldn't be so fun as we got home.