DOUGIE'S P.O.V:
I walked up our shared driveway to the mcfly-house. My head was still spinning and I can't believe I didn't faint right there and then in the water.
I took the spare key from under the door carpet and opened the door. I silently walked in and closed it behind me. I didn't even get to pull the key back from locking the door when a shout made me jump around terrified.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"
I opened my mouth to answer but I was cut off again by Tom before I managed to say a word.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT? I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED OR SOMETHING!"
I looked over to the clock on our wall seeing it was already one in the morning. I shrunk into myself, feeling bad for making Tom worry. Wait, he was worried about me? Awww~ I felt my stomach floating with butterflies.
"Sorry Tom…" I whispered sheepishly, knowing my cheeks once again adopted the usual red color they had when I was around the blond.
He signed and shook his head, walking towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders.
"It's okay. I'm just glad you are safe and unharmed."
At that moment Harry walked down the staircase, rubbing his eyes and mumbling something about shouting in the middle of the night. Danny was right behind him looking not as tired as Harry, but pretty close.
"Oh, Doug. Your back. Where were you?" He said yawning into his palm.
Remembering my odd experience just merely hours ago I gulped and simply said 'the beach'. There is no way I am telling them about that! Not until I figure out whether that was just a dream or if it was real.
"Really? What where you doing at the beach?" Harry asked sarcastically. Not believing me in the slightest. Prick. "I don't believe you. You were probably with some chick."
"Yeah right." I sneered. That could have actually been true if I wasn't GAY. "Tell that to my wet boxers!" I added, throwing them at him and hitting his in the face.
"EWWW! GET THIS OFF OF ME!" he screamed running into the kitchen to wash his face as Danny laughed like there was no tomorrow. Tom chuckled before picking up my boxers which fell to the floor after hitting Harry across the face and handed them to me.
He's face got closer to me and I completely froze. He got his mouth near my ear and whispered "I would start running if I were you".
As if on cue Harry's voice came from the kitchen in a laud and angry 'DOUGIE!' and I sprang to my room. Hearing Tom and Danny laugh their asses off back down.
I heard harry running up the stairs so I turned on my music as loud as I could so I won't have to listen to him screaming curses through the door.
Eventually I put the music down and walked out of my room to see that Tom and Harry both went to bed and that Danny was watching the TV, beer in hand.
I walked to him and plunk myself onto the couch. Grabbing one of the beers from his six pack.
DANNY'S P.O.V:
"Aaah~" I singed, frustrated, sitting down on our sofa, placing the six pack I brought with me on the table. I turned on the TV, but I wasn't really watching. I was thinking. About Harry. Again…
I can't seem to get him out of my head! Which is bad, right? 'cause you're not really supposed to feel like this towards your best mate. I'm actually not really sure what I'm feeling. It's not… love… not really. Well I don't think it is, but I can't really be sure. I was never really in love with anyone. Sure, I had girlfriends and tons of one-night-stands, but I was never… in love.
Earlier, after Dougie ran upstairs and Harry went after him, I felt kinnda… jealous. I mean, why was Dougie getting all this attention from Harry while I was practically ignored? Now that you think about it, it really did look like he is ignoring me on purpose! But this shouldn't even be bothering me in the first place! I mean, I'm not gay.
… am i?
I started drinking my fourth beer when I felt the couch move under another's weight. I turned to see Dougie now sitting next to me, one of his hands on the back of the couch and his other one raising one of my beers, which he stole to his lips.
"S'up, Dan?" he said between sips of, now his, beer.
"I'm good." I said, hoping he won't see just how much of a mess I was inside.
His eyes were on the screen as he kept drinking his beer in silence. I looked at his lips. They were a light shade of pink, a bit chapped at the middle, but looked pretty soft. Kinnda like a girls lips. 'I'm not gay, Am I?' a voice echoed in my head. I continue looking at Dougie a few more seconds before gathering enough courage for what I was about to foolishly do.
"Hey, Doug?" I said, trying to keep my voice as steady as I could. He turned to look at me, confusion written all over his face. "Umm, I wanna try something, okay? Don't freak out."
"Suuuuuure. Whatever." He said raising a eyebrow which clearly meant 'whatever it is you are planning, I know I'm not gonna like it but you are going to do it anyway so get the hell over with it already."
I chuckled a bit before leaning towards him, pressing my lips to his.
I felt him freeze under me, but I still didn't pull back. I felt nothing yet and I had to figure this out before I chickened out. After a few seconds past he relaxed and moved his lips against mine. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, asking him for access, which he granted me without hesitation this time. I gasped, surprised, as his tongue met mine in the middle. We battled for dominance, but the battle soon was over. With me winning, of course. He tasted of beer and something… Dougie-ish.
Eventually we pulled away to breath, yet still let our foreheads rest against his, exchanging the air with him. I did feel something, but it wasn't what I was searching for. At least I don't think it was.
"Being in love with Harry doesn't necessarily make you gay, you know." He said, pulling back to drink from his beer again.
"W-what? How did you-?" I jumped my heart pounding loudly in my ears. How the hell did he know?
He didn't answer, simply stood up and left. Leaving me even more confused than before. At least I wasn't thinking about Harry for a change.
