Chapter two. – Dougie's Pov
Tom took a grip on my arm as we stepped out from the car.
I wasn't that bothered by knowing that he would yell at me for how I behaved.
I was used to it. Kind of.
Tom dragged me in by my arm, pushing me down in one of the arm-chairs in the living room, when we had come in.
"Dougie, now. An explenation. Why didn't you listen to me when I told you to not act like that?" Tom stared right into my eyes, and I started to feel a little uncomfortable with it.
"Now!" he shouted right in my face. "I'm tired of how you act like that when we're either on stage or in a interview."
"Why am I not allowed to have fun?" I asked, trying to look really innocent. I knew I wasn't innocent though, but maybe I could pull a look that would make Tom feel that he couldn't be angry at me? Of course he couldn't be angry at little, innocent, sweet, adorable Dougie.
But he was.
"Doug, it isn't fun when you come out with such comments. Do you realize how embarassed I was when that man yelled at you?"
"No. I have an own mind. I can't read yours. I'm sorry Tom... But I'm not that smart. I wish I was able to read your mind. But unfortunately, I can't." I tried my best to not laugh, and instead I tried to look sad.
"Stop it, Douglas." Oh my sweet ass. He called me Douglas. He never do that. Unless I'm in trouble... "Just try and relax. If you're so unbeliviable happy, instead of taking it out on us, go out and play or something. Run around on the street. Without getting hit by a car or something of course. And then, don't come out with such shit comments in interviews or on stage. Can't you just say something nice or just keep your mouth shut?"
"That would be deadly boring, T-h-o-m-a-s." I said his name loud and drawn out. With that, I received a really serious look from him.
I mean, come on. They wouldn't survive the day without me doing anything. They would die of boredomness.
"Watch it."
"Watch what?" I asked, looking curiously at him.
"Stop it."
As I was on my way up from the chair, Tom pushed me down again.
"You stay there and keep still." He said as he walked over and took out a book, that he then gave me.
I hid a laugh as I took the book from him. "Tom, I can't read..."
"Cut it out, I know you can read."
"I...I... swowly...slowly...p-patt-ed the-e sh-sheep on it... it's b-back and s-s-sa-id; 'Goo-d boy.'" I read out loud. "Tom, what the hell is this?"
"I just picked something that fitted for your age. I mean, you're clearly not over six years. There's tiny children that's more grown up than you."
"I'm eighteen, Tom, e-i-g-h-t-e-e-n."
He shook his head and walked away from me, leaving me alone with that shit book. Why would I want to read about sheeps?
I looked through the book, then throwing my head back. That was pure torture. Me and a book. It wasn't right. And I couldn't leave the chair, since I noticed that Tom was looking at me sometimes. Every time he walked past the living room, he checked on me, making sure I was still there where he told be to be.
My head snapped up as I heard someone coming, and quickly I threw the book on the person.
"Ouch! Why the hell do you throw stuff at me?" Danny shouted as he rubbed his head where the book hit him.
"I needed something to do... I'm bored, Danny! I'm bored! Dougie Poynter is bored!" I complained, hitting my head with my hands.
Danny walked over and sat down in the sofa that stood next to the chair I sat on.
As he putted the tv on, and started to flicker through the channels, Tom's voice was heard.
"Dan, are you in the living room? If you are, is Dougie reading the book?"
"No, mate. He threw the book at me... He's watching tv." Danny shouted back to Tom.
Tom came walking fast into the room, looking after the book. As he found it, he threw it at me.
"Now, Mr. Poynter, I want you to read. It's a book for your age, it's recomended for six year old children and up to ten, and I know you can read. So, read." He said.
I slowly opened the book, looking up at Tom. I made my lower lip wobble slightly as I then looked down and started to read.
"Once upon a time, there was a happy sheep, named Tom. Tom lived with his owner, Harry. Harry was a little girl with a yellow dress. She loved running around with Tom. But one time she lost her sheep. She was so sa-," I was cutted of by Tom.
"Now you're just making it up. You're hopeless. I don't care anymore. Just go on with all you're shit. Don't come to me when our fans is sick of you and your shit." Tom turned around and stormed out from the room.
Ooh, harsh guy...
Deep inside my little, black, cold heart, I felt sad over what he said...
I didn't want him to be angry or something at me. He was one of my best friends...
Then both Harry and Tom was angry at me.
Danny coughed slightly, managing to get my attention. Turning my head around to face him, I noticed that he was pouding his hand lightly on the couch, signaling for me to sit down.
I looked down on the couch and back up at Danny, seeing that he was nodding.
Slowly I got up from the chair, walking over and sitting down next to Danny.
"Why did Tom want you to read a book?" he asked, hiding a laugh.
"I have no idea, Danny, I have no idea." I answered, looking at the tv that was on.
