Beginnings
Chapter 4
*DOUGIE'S POV*
I couldn't remember much from that first night apart from a vivd nightmare and being comforted by Danny. I'm glad he did though. It made me feel more welcome. But thank god he hasn't mentioned it since. The next few weeks leading up to our first album consisted of watching films, a lot of take outs and just getting to know each other. I was hoping it would happen like this because now I don't have to be awkward fucks around them. Its finally started feeling like home. Especially when I got a chance to put my posters up.
I think I got the short gene because I know I'm only just 16, I'm tiny. I can't reach half way up my wall for god sake. This resulted in me standing half on my wardrobe and half on my drawers. Quite obviously, this did not end well. The last thing I remember is seeing Danny in my doorway when I slipped and fell flat on my stomach.
"HA! HA!".
"Thanks for the sympathy Danny, really means a lot". I joked, not even bothering to move yet
He attempted to help me up, still laughing away to himself.
"Ya could of asked me to help you, ya idiot".
"Well...".
"Short arse". He said, grinning.
"Oi...".
"You are pretty short like...". Danny smirked, hugging me.
"What's your obsession with hugging me?". I asked, poking his sides.
"You're cute to hug".
"Thanks? I guess...".
I smirked. I'm pretty sure Danny Jones is gay. I've never seen him with a girl. Even at our parties. Not like I'd care anyway, he cares about me. That's all I would ever want. Personally, I've never had a preference myself. I'm too young to decide this yet anyhow. Danny helped me with my posters for a good hour or so along with some loud music. Thank god we don't have neighbours close by. That day ended with me being tackled and tickled. My best friends are so lovely.
*DANNY'S POV*
I love messing with Dougie. Only for a joke of course, he likes it secretly. I think he's finally settled in which makes me happy. I would of talked to him about his nightmare but I wouldn't want to make him uncomfortable.
Once he was ready, he would talk to me about stuff. I don't know what it is about him but I'm so drawn to him sometimes. More than I should, probably. As far as I know, I'm as straight as an ironing board. But I guess that could change. Living in a house with 3 other boys can make you think. There has been mornings where I've woken up in Dougie or Tom's bed after a party and neither of us would feel weird about it. I just wish Dougie would trust me more.
After a bit of annoying Doug, he disappeard to bed. This is usually around the time he sits and practices on his bass. I went and sat in my room for a little while, hearing him quietly sing. He never usually sang. He has such a cute voice its unreal. I 'accidentally' found myself stood outside his room, hopefully out of view of him as his door was slightly open.
"Danny? Is that you?".
Shit.
"Yeah, sorry...".
Dougie got up and opened the door.
"What were you doing..?". He asked, looking up at me confused.
"You just have...a nice singing voice..".
He gave me a funny look. Oh god.
"Oh, urm...thanks..no one was supposed to hear...".
"People should hear. I'm sorry, this looks creepy...".
"No it doesn't Dan, don't worry. Come in". He sat back down on his bed, putting his guitar aside. I came in and shut the door behind me, sitting with him.
"Dougie, what was that nightmare you had a while ago?". I regretted asking the second I finished the question.