Disclaimer: You should already know at this point that I sadly don't have McFly trapped in the confides of my room, so, no, I don't own them. Or University of Essex hehe. Or anything, really.

A/N: Again, as said in the summary, each chapter is based off a prompt. They'll probably be drabbles or proper chapters. Most of them I'll choose the pairing for, although I'd love for you to tell me if there's a pairing and a situation (or a continuation!) that they'll be in that you'd love to see and I'll try to find a prompt that'll match it! You can PM me as well; PM or reviewing are your options ^.^

A/N 2: This was originally going to be posted once school is out, but that's in like two weeks, and I can't wait that long to get these babies posted, and I was hoping to take a tiny break from This Is Your Big Shot and get some inspiration by doing some prompts, so yeah!

1. Falling In Love (Literally)

Harry is your typical fit twenty-year-old.

He loved to run.

A lot.

Harry would take part in as many marathons and triathlons as he could. He loved to bike and jog in the park. You'd think he was a stick and his wrists were to the point where you could wrap your entire hand around it when really, he had abs. Abs that you could cook a barbecue on.

But Harry was also obsessed with going to the gym and eating healthy and keeping the right amount of fat and muscle in his body.

Which is why he planned to do track and field and hopefully become an Olympic athlete one day.

Unlike most guys, Harry hated TV. Anything electronic related, although he does like to watch the footie and root on his favorite team. That was it.

Life for Harry Judd wasn't much.

Even his relationship status was at an all-time low at the moment. Sure, he did have some girls (and guys) over for a bit, but it was never something serious.

Harry Judd wasn't the type for a steady relationship. He liked being on the go, and he didn't want anyone to stop him.

Dougie was the complete opposite.

He hated the outdoors.

A lot.

Besides skateboarding with his friends, but that's different.

He kept to himself in his room. He still lived with his mum and had just graduated. He goes to the University of Essex and studies Art History because it's the only other thing that interests him besides music. As much as Dougie's parents didn't want him to pursue something that wouldn't get him a lot of money any time soon, like art and music, Dougie was persistent. He had them convinced when he had invited his friend Lara to give them a talking.

But as much as he adored art, Dougie loved to play the bass. He was completely obsessed. He had a bass teacher and he planned one day to go to auditions once he finished college. He didn't want to stop studying in the middle his second favorite subject in the entire world.

Because Dougie wasn't much for going outside – he, again, loved the confides of his room and spent most of his time pretending that he was studying for a test that was never happening within two weeks' time – his mum had convinced her son to take a walk or "go hang with your bad-ass skater friends and go grind rails or something".

So he did. He brought his skateboard. And because it was hot for once, he wore a black tank and kept his tan cargo shorts on. And because his mother was never the type to wear ratty clothing, she brought out new and clean shoes that matched Dougie's shirt.

Dougie skated along a sidewalk that he wasn't supposed to skate on, but because the security in town weren't very strict, he's allowed to cause mayhem wherever he desired. Not that he was the type to do so with his beaten up skateboard.

He dazed off and stared at everything with lifeless eyes. He was tired at looking at everything with no purpose. No one to share it with. No one to make everything seem ten times better than it actually is. Dougie suddenly felt lonely. His sister had a boyfriend, Christ, even his own mum had found a date tomorrow night after their father had left two months ago.

When was it his turn?

At that same moment, Harry was jogging down the same sidewalk the opposite way. Earbuds in his ears and arms swinging at a steady pace, Harry was completely shell-shocked when he looked up to see the prettiest face he has ever seen in his entire life.

And it belonged to a boy.

For the first time in his life, Harry had lost his footing and tripped right in front of the attractive stranger. It wasn't on purpose. He had literally just fallen for him as cheesy as it sounds. He had scraped his knee slightly but managed to get up. Well, he actually didn't, because he was waiting for the stranger to help him up.

"Shit, are you alright? Oh God, the security had better not find out. You won't tell them I did this, will you?" The boy rambled as he extended a hand to Harry, to which Harry happily accepted. It was a slight struggle for Harry to get up as the stranger didn't have much strength. He looked at his arm and almost cooed at how thin and weak it was.

"Oh, do they not allow skateboarding here? It didn't seem like it. Anyway, it's not really your fault. I just… I lost my footing. I do it all the time," he lied. Harry smiled thankfully at the boy – blonde, very short, and very young-looking.

"No, but it never seemed like they enforce it, so I just go ahead with it. Are you sure? I mean, you scraped your knee pretty bad," the boy pointed to the small scrape on Harry's left knee. Harry shook his head. "Nah, its fine. I'm done with my daily jog anyway," which was a complete lie; Harry still had a mile to go, "I'm gonna go home and clean it up. Thanks for the help…"

"Dougie. It's nice to meet you," the boy – Dougie – smiled. He patted Harry's shoulder, hopped on his skateboard and waved as he rolled away. Harry gaped at the boy and repeated his name until he believed that everything that had just happened was real.

He didn't want to run because he wanted to anymore. He just wanted to run to wherever Dougie was.


A/N 3: If you want me to continue this prompt (or any future prompts!), just tell me in a review (or PM me!). You know, because I plan on continuing this and I tend to forget stuff really easily.