Disclaimer: Sadly this is just fiction, hence the term "Fan Fiction"

Chapter 2

Over the next few days Harry passed by that particular record shop around the same time as before hoping to spot the mysterious bassist again. Sometimes he would sit at the small coffee shop for hours on end just waiting for the boy to show up. And he did, everyday at two sharp he would turn up then leave every time just before three and he would have the same outfit on, white shirt with black slacks.

Harry was particularly surprised how quickly the two guitarists forgot about the boy, especially on Tom's part; you would think he would not be able to stop talking about it, but in reality he hasn't said anything. Maybe he has gotten used to the disappointment of going through so many auditions that he has decided not to dwell on it. But for Harry he couldn't seem to get the boy out of his head, there was something different and interesting about him, that the drummer just wanted to find out more.

So there Harry sat, large round mug filled with coffee, black of course, pulled up to his lips taking in the scent of the beverage. He sat at the table right up against the window so he could have a perfect view of the music shop and a perfect view of the young boy.

Harry looked to the watch on his wrist it was 2 o'clock on the dot, glancing up quickly he watched as the bassist enter the shop and sat down on the same amp as he does everyday and picked up the same bass; a light tan one with an intricate design painted on it. For a bassist it was the dream bass, one that you imagine having your entire life but you may never get to own it and Harry knew that it was one of, if not the most expensive one in the shop.

The blonde-haired boy picked the bass and held it with as much care as you would a newborn baby, he set it carefully on his lap and began to play. As he was the first time, Harry was completely mesmerized the boy, not only because of his talent but also the complete mystery that was surrounding him.

'Who is he? Where is he from? How old is he? Why didn't he even consider joining the band? Surely someone with his talent would have loved to be in a band.'

As all these thoughts ran through his head, Harry stood from his table pulled out his wallet and left enough pounds to pay for his coffee and also for the tip. He grabbed his cup to take one more sip then setting it on the table and started for the door. As he was crossing the street he was mentally preparing himself, at the moment he wasn't quite sure what he was going to say but he was just hoping that he wouldn't scare the boy away.

As he stepped into the shop the boy didn't move an inch, too preoccupied with the music he was making to even look up. Harry cleared his throat directly in front of the boy but that didn't catch his attention either, not exactly sure what else to do he decided to speak instead.

"Um, hi." Harry said a bit awkwardly.

The boy looked up quickly like he had before with the same nervous expression but that almost immediately changed as his face set into a sort-of glare.

"Oh it's you; I told you the first time I wasn't going to join your band, so please stop stalking me."

Harry's mouth dropped, he was taken aback for a moment clearly not expecting that type of remark to come from this boy's mouth.

"Um, sorry but I haven't been stalking you." Harry denied quickly, maybe a bit too swiftly.

"I may be young but I'm not stupid, I have seen you the past couple of days sitting at that coffee place watching me." The boy's face was set with the same frowning expression

The drummer blushed knowing that he had been caught, but he wasn't going to give up just yet and this easily, so he grabbed at stool sitting behind one of the drum kits and sat directly in front of the boy.

"How old are you?"

"Sorry I am not suppose to talk to strangers." The boy replied quickly.

"Hi I'm Harry." Harry stuck out his hand.

The bassist scanned him up and down slowly before pausing at the drummer's hand, then slowly reached out his own to shake.

"Dougie." He said quietly.

"Nice to meet you Dougie." Harry pulled his hand back, "See we are not strangers anymore."

Dougie nodded slowly before looking at him suspiciously, "Are you sure you're not one of those pedophiles or something?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah I'm quite sure. I'm 17, how old are you?"

Dougie was still looking at him as if he was up to something, "I'm 15."

"Really I thought you would be younger." Harry said jokingly.

The blonde-haired boy raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?" He asked curiously.

Harry raised both of his hands as if he was being arrested, "I was just joking."

Dougie nodded and after a few moments had passed the brunette watched as the bassist physically relaxed and began to play again. They stayed in a partial comfortable silence while Harry watched Dougie play, unbeknownst to either of them over an hour had already passed. As Dougie was starting to warm up to the drummer he glanced up at the clock and tensed up again.

"Oh shit! I'm going to be late!" he quickly jumped up slightly startling Harry and set the bass back in it's stand carefully.

"What's going on?" Harry asked frantically still clearly startled.

"I'm sorry, It was really nice meeting you Harry but I really have to go." He said grabbing his jacket like he had the first time.

"Where are you going?" Harry questioned quickly.

"I just have a lot of stuff to do." Dougie explained vaguely and started for the door.

Harry still wasn't sure what was going on but he knew that he had to do something to see this boy again and he had to think fast.

"Same time tomorrow then?" Harry asked quickly before Dougie could leave.

The blonde paused and turned around and for the first time since meeting him, he smiled, it was small but a smile non the less.

"Yeah sure." He said nodding before realizing once again that he really had to go, Dougie gave Harry one last look and a small wave before taking off down the sidewalk.