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Tom and Danny came running by the sound of Harry yelling.
A thumping down the stairs meant that Dougie was in his way down too.
Harry stood there, examining the girl in his arms.
She looked familiar, yet he was sure he didn't know her.
Tom and Danny entered the hall at the same time as Dougie came flying down the stairs.
All 3 froze to the spot by the sight of the young woman in Harry's arms.
"Come on, guys", Harry said, "help me get her inside!"
Danny and Dougie rushed over to help carry her, while Tom went into the living room to clear the couch of all the stuff they'd thrown there, before finding a blanket.
They laid the girl on the couch carefully, before Tom gently placed a quilted blanket over her.
"Err, guys," Dougie broke the silence, "Our couch will get wet. The chick is soaked, dude."
"Doug, that's not really important now, is it?" Tom answered.
"But – you never let me lie on the couch when I'm wet!" Doug said.
"No, that's because when you're wet, you've just come out of the bath, that means you're naked!" Danny said, disgusted by though of a naked Dougie on the couch.
Dougie thought for a moment.
"Oh."
Suddenly the girl moved a bit, and the guys focused on her again.
She murmured a bit, nothing understandable though.
Tom sat down beside her, as she opened her eyes.
She blinked a couple of times, then look around, finally letting her gaze stop by Danny.
Then she gave a small smile and whispered with a croaky voice, "It's you.. It's really you."
She then closed her eyes again, leaving the guys really confused.
"C'mon, guys," Harry said, "Let her sleep."
With that, the guys emerged to the kitchen for coffee.
They all wanted to be awake in case she woke up again.
Very early the next morning, Dougie was the only one awake.
He'd eaten a bag of M&M's, an unknown number of Skittles and a huge amount of sour candy, so he was riding on a serious sugar high.
He was feeling restless, so he went into the living room and sat next to the mystery girl, who'd showed up by their door the previous night.
She was actually quite pretty, now her hair had dried up.
Sure, it was ratty as hell because of the thunderstorm last night, but it kinda fitted her.
The dark blonde long hair fell like a halo around her head.
She wasn't very tall, cause she fitted easily in their 3-seat-sofa.
Suddenly, as he was studying her facial features, she opened her eyes to reveal the sparkling green colour of her eyes.
She was staring straight into his eyes, and he felt himself blush.
"Oh, God, embarrassing!" he thought.
But damn, she was pretty!
Then, she frowned, looking confused.
"Wh-where am I?" she asked, her voice hoarse and croaky.
Dougie pulled himself together and answered her question.
"Er, you're at the so-called McFly-house.. You came here last night, remember?"
She looked at him for a moment, then a look of enlightenment fell over her face as she sat up.
"I didn't – I mean – I'm sorry, but – I…" she trailed off.
"Hey, it's okay, don't worry," Dougie reassured her.
There was one question he was dying to ask her, though.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure?" Her voice was still a but hoarse, probably due to the weather last night.
"Why our doorstep?"
She looked down, blushing a bit.
"I'd rather tell you when everyone's here." She said.
Dougie nodded, then looked at the clock on the wall.
8am.
Time to get up.