2 Harry's POV

"Dougie, tell me how we got together." I whispered in his bare chest, tracing the outlines of the new tattoo on his right pectoral muscle.

"You know that story, you were there." Dougie poked my shoulder, his free hand trapped under his head.

"I know, I just like hearing it, especially after a tough weekend." I liked to hear it again, because Dougie told it wonderfully, it always cheered me up.

"Alright. Well it all started at that fateful audition all those years ago, where you were hiding in that cafe with your brother, having snuck out of boarding school to audition for a drumming role. I was first in the queue across the street, and you laid eyes on me and thought I was the hottest piece of ass you had ever seen in your life." Dougie paused as I giggled, "Then I saw you, and thought that you were a model or something, even with that ridiculous haircut you had." He ruffled my hair.

"Boarding school rules, short back and sides, nice and neat at all times." I commented with a small smile.

"I know, still glad you grew it out a bit, even if that mullet did look awful. I still miss the Mohawk though." Dougie sighed wistfully, "Anyway, before I was interrupted, I saw you and you saw me, and eventually you came over to join the queue. I noticed you were wearing a green Starting Line t-shirt, and so I decided to try and talk to you, despite the fact that I was sh*tting myself. And you brushed me off because you were just as nervous as I was, as well as panicking about being found out about skipping school for a band audition. Then yada yada, we went through the auditions, I threw up, we both got in, we moved in together, Tom and Danny ran off to Disneyland Florida with James and Charlie because Tom is a Disney nerd and apparently that's how you spend your eighteenth birthday in style according to him. Which left us alone together in the house for two weeks. And after we unpacked our stuff, we only had to rehearse for a few hours a day, leaving about twenty other free hours to get to know each other." Dougie started smirking down at me.

"And soon you realised just how much you wanted my hot piece of ass, and so started coming in my room to talk to me about Blink 182, almost like you were trying to win me over through music. Which is totally the way to do it by the way, you give me Blink and I'll jump you right there and then. But I'm going off topic, you were always charming and lovely with me, talking about music, asking about my lizards, always making sure that I didn't feel alone or left out. Which was when I fell for you a bit more, and after months of sexual tension build up, we got caught in the moment when we found out Room On The Third Floor had gone number one in the album charts and kissed. The rest they say is history." Dougie finished, though continued to stroke patterns over my back.

"Hmm, such a romantic story." I kissed his chest, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him closer.

"One for the ages, they'll be telling our story for years to come, in books and movies and whatever weird new thing they come up with in the year 3000." Dougie giggled, he was always so beautiful when he giggled. His laugh was one of my favourite sounds.

"Oh totally, they'll never stop telling this story." I teased, leaning up to kiss him, just as my phone vibrated.

"If that's Tom or Danny trying to ruin the mood I will shoot them with the paintball guns as they sleep." I grumbled, leaning over to grab my phone.

"What?" I answered the call, not bothering to check who was ringing.

"That's no way to talk to your mother Harry!" Mum chastised, oh f*ck.

"Mum! Sorry, I didn't check the caller ID, I was sleeping." I scrambled to sit upright, pretending that I hadn't just been lying on top of Dougie for the past hour, like Mum could see me through the phone.

"Well that's still no excuse! You should never answer the phone like that!" Mum lectured, I resisted rolling my eyes.

"What does she want?" Dougie mouthed, knowing better than to even breathe loudly if my parents were on the phone.

"Sorry, it won't happen again... So mind me asking what you're calling for? You don't usually phone past nine." I shrugged to Dougie, keeping my tone sleepy, but polite.

"It better not young man. But I was phoning to tell you that your father and I have been talking," oh this would not be good, "And you seemed so upset this weekend when we were talking about your band mates," oh sh*t, do not be suggesting what I'm thinking you're suggesting please, "So we may have been a bit... hasty in dismissing your colleagues so quickly. How about if they come down to ours soon, so we can all have a sit down and a proper chat, get to know each other finally. Then we'll know if they're good enough for you."

She had to be kidding.