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Chpt. 4 (Stephanie's P.O.V.)

It was the next morning and I found myself staring up at a white house that was less than half the size of the Poynter Mansion. I knocked on the front door.

"I've got it!" A voice called, it sounded familiar but I couldn't tell which boy it was, the accent sounded a bit funny though. There was a sudden crash and a thud behind the door. "Harry move your bloody drums!" The door opened and Danny was rubbing his chin that looked like it was turning red. "Stephanie! Didn't expect you to be stopping by." He said in a surprised tone. I shrugged.

"Well I really need to talk to you guys about Dougie." He looked confused.

"Um...alright." He opened the door more. "Come in." I did and I wish I didn't. It looked like a tornado came through! Food and clothing were scattered everywhere.

"Sorry about the mess, boys don't really do too much cleaning." He said as he led me through the house. I let out a nervous laugh.

"Great." He led me into a family room where Tom was playing videogames and Harry was watching.

"Guys, Steph needs to talk to us." They both looked up and nodded. Danny motioned me to sit down but the couch was covered with pizza boxes.

"Oh, sorry." Harry said as he kicked the pizza boxes to the ground. "There ya go."

"Thanks." I said sarcastically but I sat down anyway.

"So what's up?" Tom asked as he paused his game.

"So let me get this straight. You can't tell me what happened to Dougie that is making him act this way?" The boys nodded. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "So what can you tell me?"

"Well we used to be best mates!" Danny said with a smile.

"And his family is extremely rich." Harry added.

"Oh, and we used to be in a band with him." Tom also added.

"Well that's nice to know." I said sarcastically, except I do have a thing for guys who are in bands.

"You're welcome." They said together and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, does he have emotional problems? Mood Swings?" The boys looked at each other and shook their heads. I sighed.

"Why? Did something happen?" Tom asked with a confused look.

"Well, he got shot yesterday…"

"He got shot!" Danny yelled as he jumped up from his seat. "Who did it?!"

"Whoa calm down, he's fine, but we don't know who did it." Danny calmed down a bit. "Anyway I was helping with his wound and he was being nice to me and wanted to know my story. It was the exact opposite of the way he used to treat me." The boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"Maybe he likes you but he's too shy to admit it, that's just normal Dougie attitude." Harry said. Whoa what? That has got to be a lie! There's no way he likes me and I don't like him…wait maybe…no! I don't like him.

"Funny." I said in a sarcastic tone. Harry shrugged.

"Anything else happen?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, when I was just about done with fixing his wound I heard a growl, and it sounded extremely close." The boys looked really confused.

"That's weird. Where do you think it came from?" Danny asked.

"Well it sounded like it came from…Dougie." They all looked at each other with worried looks. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just…weird. Maybe he growled 'cause the wound hurt him." Tom explained. I nodded. We all sat there in silence, the boys looked like they were thinking very hard.

"Well I guess that's it then." I finally said.

"Sorry we couldn't tell you anything else." Harry said as I walked back to the front door.

"It's fine." Danny opened the door for me and I walked out.

"You just have to ignore Dougie's attitude and he'll trust you and possibly tell you his story." Tom said.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." He nodded and he closed the door as I left. Their house was fifteen minutes away from the Poynter Mansion, but sadly, it began raining so I ran back to the mansion. Once I reached the mansion I closed the door behind me and I practically collapsed in front of it. I looked up at the grandfather clock, it read 11:45. I guess I should go change Dougie's bandage. I climbed the stairs and went to Dougie's room. I opened it slowly in case he was asleep or if he was changing. Get that thought out of your head Stephanie! I stepped into the room and noticed Dougie was still asleep. I walked over to his bed and reached for his bandage, but just as I did his eyes shot open and he grabbed my wrist. He sat up so fast he knocked me over, causing me o grab his good shoulder for support but he fell on top of me as I hit the wood floor. "Oooow." I moaned, I tried to rub my head but I remembered Dougie still had a hold of my wrist. His other hand was next to my head, supporting his balance, his knees were also supporting him but were surrounding my hips and I still couldn't get up. I was about to say something but I found myself examining his toned body. Wow, how the heck did I not notice this yesterday?

"Where were you?" He asked in a quiet tone, but he still didn't get up.

"Huh?"

"I went to check on you a little while ago, but I couldn't find you." He said looking down at me, making eye contact.

"Why does it matter?" I asked looking away.

"Well looks like I'm not getting up." I looked right back into his eyes. He was smirking and I returned a glare.

"It's none of your business." Okay that was a lie. He's the whole reason why I went to their house! He let out a chuckle.

"You were with the guys." Okay, how the hell did he know that? "So technically it is my business." I looked away from him again.

"And you're so certain I was with them."

"You stink like them." I looked back at him with a shocked look.

"So I stink?" He looked confused and he shook his head.

"No, you usually smell nice." What, what? Did he just compliment me? Wait how the hell did he know I was with them just by the smell?

"So what did you talk to them about?" He looked annoyed and he still didn't allow me to get up.

"None of your business!"

"Yes it is!" Okay this guys is so persistent, and I hate being pinned down! I kicked his leg left with my knee causing him to lose his balance and I pushed him over, pinning him to the ground.

"Is it a bad thing to be curious about you?" He cocked an eyebrow. Did I seriously say that?

"You're curious about me?" He asked. Another smirk appeared on his face.

"Don't go getting a swelled head." He let out a chuckle. I rolled my eyes and began reaching for his bandage again.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a worried tone.

"Relax; I'm just changing your bandage." Just as I lift the corner of the bandage I noticed the wound wasn't as noticeable. Before I could pull the rest of the bandage off, Dougie grabbed my left wrist and pulled it to the side, and since he had both my wrists, it caused me to lose balance and I fell on Dougie's chest.

"Man, you just can't keep you paws off me." He said with another smirk.

"Yeah, coming from the guy who keeps grabbing my wrists! Soon you'll be groping my ass!" He chuckled again.

"Not a bad idea." I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, let me go." He laughed and released me wrists and I helped him off the floor. "So how come you were looking for me?" His eyes widened and he looked to the ground and scratched the back of his head.

"I…uh…wanted to say…" He paused and I had to hold back my laugh. "I'm sorry." Whoa, did he just apologize?

"What for?" He looked from the floor to me.

"Last night…when I kicked you out of my room."Well this is unexpected. "And I kicked you out of my room just when you told me your story." So he can actually be nice.

"Thanks, for the apology and…listening to me." He looked confused.

"You never told anybody about your life?" He asked with a hint of sympathy.

"Well, I've been a hunter for almost all my life and we're not supposed to get involved with people so I never had anybody to tell, but…" He looked straight into my eyes. "It felt natural telling you." We continued to look into each other's eyes until there was a knock at the door.

"Mr. Poynter, you have a guest in the foyer." Mr. Call said.

"Alright." Dougie answered as he continued to look me strait in the eye. Mr. Call left and Dougie followed. Why do I always get nervous around him? This isn't like me. I decide to follow him and see who the guest was. When I reached the stairs I saw the guest. It was a woman; tan complexion, short brown hair, brown eyes, and extremely stylish in a slutty way. "Frankie, what do you want?" Dougie asked in an irritated voice. I notice she was examining Dougie's bare chest and a hint of jealousy passed through me.

"Can't I see my fiancée?" What!? Dougie shook his head and sighed.

"I'm not your fiancée anymore." Oh well that's good. Wait…what am I thinking?!

"We're arranged to be married!" She said in a stern voice.

"Not anymore!" Dougie yelled. "Especially since my father is the one who arranged it! Not after I already broke up with you and especially not after what he…" He stopped yelling, and from where I was, he looked frozen and the girl looked scared. Then Mr. Call walked in.

"Miss. Sanford, I think it would be best for you to leave." He said as he guided her to the front door. Once he closed the door behind her, he walked over to Dougie. "Mr. Poynter…" He lightly touched Dougie's shoulder, but Dougie shrugged it off.

"Don't ever let her in here again." He began walking to the stairs and that was my cue to hide. I ran down the left hallway and into my room, letting out a breath of relief. Suddenly I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. I ran to my closet and closed the door only showing a crack of light. The footsteps entered my room and stopped. Just as I looked through the crack of the closet doors, they were yanked open.

"Aaah!" I screamed as a reaction.

"Would you chill?" It was Dougie, of course. He held out his hand for me to take, I did and he helped me out of the cramped closet. "What are you even doing in there?"

"Well, I…uh…uh… I was…" He cocked his eyebrow and gave a small smirk.

"You heard us didn't you?" Yes, yes I did. Why couldn't I just say that? Instead I slowly nodded my head. He sighed and turned away from me.

"Why keep it a secret?" He turned back to face me.

"Which one?" He asked with another smirk plastered on his face.

"All of them." The smirk vanished and his gaze dropped to the floor.

"So you basically want to know my story just as I wanted to know yours?" He asked looking up at me and I nodded. He walked over to my bed and sat down, letting out a sigh. "Alright." I walked over to the bed and held on to the bed post.

"My mother and sister were…killed by…a werewolf. It was a bit hard to bear; I avoided girls, my friends, even family." Poor Dougie. "I felt like there was no reason to live anymore, so I pissed the others I love off so they forget me."

"But people still do care about you." He looked up at me.

"Who?" He asked sarcastically.

"Well Edmund, Mr. Call, Harry, Danny, Tom, even that girl…Frankie?" He laughed.

"She only wants my money, besides I don't love her. She was a bitch to me and my father arranged for us to be married…" He looked angry once he said 'father'. "God knows where the hell he is."

"You say I have a rough life, but look at yours!" He let out a sarcastic laugh.

"My mother didn't die giving birth to me."

"But yours lived, and because she lived you were able to love your mother…I didn't." He was quiet but he just looked at me. "So why keep your cancelled arrange marriage a secret?" He cocked his eyebrow again.

"Who said that was a secret?"

"Mr. Call never told me, nor the guys." He stood up and walked to my bedroom door.

"Well if you knew you'd probably think I was still in love with her and you wouldn't be so curious of me." He looked serious but he started laughing. What a cocky guy!

"You're an ass!" I yelled as I pushed him out the door.

"Only to you." He said with a chuckle. I closed the door behind him and I leaned against it. Why am I developing these feelings for him?

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