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Walk Away 4 - Pudd

Dougie's first reaction to the wedding date he was sent was to laugh. It was just like Tom and Danny to pick the 17th July- Tom's birthday, that was.

Tom and Danny cornered Dougie in Starbucks to demand his help with the planning- Tom wanted a cross between Disney and Star Wars for the theme ('We could dress the bridesmaids and best men up as characters from Mickey Mouse, and the vicar could be Darth Vader!') whereas Danny wanted the more original theme ('Darth Vader-? Tom, you twat, we're vowing to love each other for ever not join the Dark Side...')
Finally Dougie drew up a list to settle the argument. There was to be Disney songs played at the reception, with a dress code that encouraged lightsabers, and Disney decorations. The cake would have the Bolton Football emblem, which Danny insisted on -
"What happened to traditional?"
"This is traditional, I'm traditionally Boltonish!"

The wedding day loomed ahead, bringing with it excitement and frazzled nerves. Dougie managed to blackmail his mum in to getting him a sonic screwdriver to go with his tuxedo (Tom was ecstatic) and the Bolton emblem on his pocket (Danny's grin was inhuman). He also secured tickets to Disneyland, and tickets for a day out at the studious in which Dr Who was filmed, as Tom's present; Danny's was a photograph of the Bolton football club, autographed by each member, and a VIP pass at the next game.

Between the wedding planning, work and worrying about his first sight of Harry, Dougie's nerves were frayed and he was exhausted, but the blonde busied himself with the honeymoon. He and Tom delved in to maps and leaflets to pick the perfect location- Danny wasn't allowed, however, because neither Tom nor Dougie approved of his idea:
"Let's go to Mars!"
"Get out, Jones, you twat."
"But it's-"
"-Not possible, now fuck off back to the PlayStation and let us men sort this bit out, yeah?"
"Fine."

But the wedding day was worth it all.
It was a day of laughter and tears (in a good way, of course). Danny's trip up the stairs on the aisle; Tom's tears during the vow; Dougie's wolf- whistle as they kissed; Danny's sexual poses in the photographs (the photographer eventually threatened to leave if he didn't take it seriously) and just the perfectness of it all was enough to bring tears of happiness to Dougie's eyes.
The reception was held in a huge manor in Sussex, with a garden complete with football, and a ballroom complete with Mickey Mouse serving snacks and drinks.

And then Dougie spotted Harry.
He was laughing with Danny, taller, muscular and more handsome than Dougie had remembered. He wanted to see him but it was to much- the mix of emotions on this day plus his confused attitude towards Harry was making breathing difficult. Tom and Danny wouldn't want Dougie to mess this up.
Dougie didn't want himself to mess this up.
But he didn't trust himself not to.
'Tears, shouting, hugging, kissing, walking away, running, anger, hurt'
So he turned and went outside, collapsing on a bench and closing his eyes.

Harry watched Dougie leave, then looked back at Danny who was mid- ramble.
"- But I cannot believe I nearly fell over on the aisle, those bloody stairs-"
"Yeah, Dan, it's great, I need to go piss." Harry ruffled Danny's curls and strode towards the door, scanning the grounds for Dougie.

The young man was closer than he would've thought, on a bench overlooking the fields. Harry swallowed his nerves and walked over, slowly sitting down, silent and waiting.
Dougie knew he was there; Harry knew that Dougie knew he was there.

Why don't you say something?
"It's beautiful."
"Yeah. Yeah, it is."
So far, so good.
No screaming at least.
Harry sighed. "Why?"
Oops. Didn't mean to say that.
Harry tensed and waited for Dougie to round on him, but the younger man didn't, he just looked across the ground. Harry stared at his blue eyes, waiting again.
"I don't know."

Dougie turned to look at him, and the emotion in his eyes made Harry's breath catch in his throat. "I don't- I don't know, Harry. I don't know. I just..." He swallowed. "My dad was homophobic, Harry. I was scared, scared he was going to... I don't even know."
Harry swallowed and moved closer.

"You always did lash out when you were scared."
"I get scared to much." Their eyes were staring in to each other's, turquoise in to bright blue.
"You need to think to be scared."
"What's your cure for thinking, then?"

Harry moved even closer. "Don't think."
The whisper brushed across Dougie's cheek, and he closed his eyes before shaking his head and looking away.

"I can't."

Harry drew him into a big hug, and Dougie breathed him in before standing up and walking back to the manor.
Harry stared after him, a small smile on his face. "We can work on that."

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