Chapter four. – Dougie's Pov

What did I do? Did I kiss Harry on his cheek? Yes I did. Did I mean it or just for fun? Both. He didn't know that I kind of meant it.

"What was that for? Doug, out!" he screamed, looking weird.

I knew it. Of course he wasn't gay…

"I said out! Leave my room!" he screamed again, pushing me off the bed.

Quickly I got up, running out from his room. Where I crashed with Tom.

It wasn't fun anymore. My heart was beating fast and I didn't know where to go.

"Dougie?" Tom questioned as I quickly got up from the floor where me and Tom were after the crash. I ran into my own room, locking it and then running over to my bed.

"Dougie? Are you okay?" Tom's voice was heard through the door.

"Tom… Just please… Go away…" I shouted back.

All I needed was to be alone.

"Doug, please open the door. Let's talk."

Slowly I got up and opened the door. He would have kept asking me if I wouldn't have.

"So, what's wrong?" I shook my head and looked away, as he walked over with me to the bed, sitting down. "Seriously, I know something's wrong. How come the sudden mood change?"

I shook my head once again, hiding my head in my arms.

"There's nothing…" in some weird way, I started crying. I couldn't believe myself! Crying!

Tom wrapped his arms around me, making soothing noises.

"I know there is something. Doug, you can tell me. You're not yourself. You don't look happy. Something's wrong. And you know it."

" I love Harry… I kissed him on his cheek.. a-and he screamed at me…"

"Oh Dougie… Maybe he just didn't know what to do? What about me talking to him?"

"Really?" I looked up at him. "Would you do that for me? I mean, you were angry at me earlier..."

Tom hugged me closer. And it felt weird. Me being sad. What the hell?

"I wasn't angry. I was just annoyed. You didn't listen to me, about the interview. It's easy to get annoyed at you, Doug."

He go up from my bed, walking over to my door.

"I'll talk to Harry. Ok?" he said before opening the door. I only nodded.

I'm surprised over this; I wasn't even in a mood to run around like crazy, or even pull pranks. Nothing...

Instead I decided to pick my bass up and play some stuff. Though I had it hard to concentrate. I really found it hard. Thoughts of what Tom would say to Harry took over my mind. What would he say? How would he say it? What would Harry say? What would he think of me when after Tom had told him that I loved him? Would he hate me? Would he push me away? Would our friendship be over?

So many questions, and I didn't have any answer to any of them, yet.

I putted the bass down again. Instead putting on some music. But the only thing I could hear was my own thoughts.

I jumped off the bed, running out from my room. I had to know what Tom and Harry had talked about, if they even talked.

I couldn't live not knowing. It was impossible.

I ran over to Harry's room, throwing the door up.

"Tom?" I shouted as I stood in the doorway, my eyes wide and my ears ready to hear what he had said.

Instead I found Harry standing only a few milimetres away from me. And I could feel his breathing tickling me.

I couldn't react before he took my shirt and took me further into his room. Soon his lips were attached to mine. And I had no idea what was going on.

I pulled away and looked at him, my whole face as a question mark.

"Harry? What-," I started.

"Tom told me... Doug, I've loved you for a while. But I've been afraid that you would think bad stuff about me if you got to know... And when.. And when you acted like that earlier... I didn't know what to do.. Or how to think you meant it. Friendly or more than friendly" he said. And I was shocked.

He made me stumble backwards, falling onto his bed, him soon ontop of me.

I really had no idea what was going on. But I liked it.

"Hi there little Douglas" he said as he smiled wide down at me.

I giggled and made the cutest face I could.

He took each of my wrists, holding my hands over my head, as his lips soon were attatched to mine again.

Our tongues were battling for the lead, which he won.

He pulled away, making me whine.

"Harry... I want more!" I whined, looking at him with puppy eyes.

He laughed slightly before taking his shirt off.

My eyes travelled down his naked torso, and I just couldn't believe that he was real.

"Now. You're shirt" he said as his hand took hold of my shirt.

He made me sit up before he started to take my shirt off. He threw it away as he had got it off, after that his hands slid down my chest, over my stomach, stopping as he came down to my pants.

He looked up at me, then down at my pants again. He putted his hand on my belt before looking up at me one more time.

"Need any help getting them off?" he said, smirking at me.

Ooh.