Authors notes: So I wanted to mix things up a bit so I did a Harry's Pov. I think this is probably my least favorite so far. I feel that I didn't do a very good job on this one. Harry sounds kind of like an ass throughout most of it and it transitions poorly. It's mainly for the fact that it's first person. I always write in third in my personal stuff just because than I can be poetic and philosophical and in fanfiction just so it doesn't conflict with character personalities. Please excuse this one. I still like the ending though, the ending was kind of cute (technically all the parts after the concert.) Bit of an important notice if you often read my fanfiction. I am probably going to be really busy soon and probably can't post anything for a while as I have still yet to finish that stuff. But it's not just that, I just need to think over some other issues I'm having right now and try to help myself through them so I might need to take a massive break from the internet in general. It's not a promise but it's likely. Hope you enjoy this anyway.

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It has been exactly a week since Dougie had an accident on stage and luckily we haven't heard anything about it yet in the papers. Maybe nobody noticed? We can only hope for no one to notice since this can really fuck our career and Dougie up really early on. He still remained a bit embarrassed about the entire thing for a while but we're hoping he's over it. I keep on feeling like I might accidently bring it back up because I keep on thinking about it. I should just stop.

We're getting to do a gig again in the same place we did last time and that is going to be awkward because of last time. I mean Dougie ruined his clothes ending with them having to let him borrow some. There is no way they'll let us borrow any more from them. This is the reason we have spare clothes now in the back of the car… and who knows when Dougie might have another accident. It doesn't mean that the other three of us wouldn't but from the look of things it seems much more likely to happen to Dougie, except maybe Tom who seems to have a problem whenever we go in cars. So they are all Dougie's fashion which I would admit would be a bit embarrassing for me to wear. It's not like he dresses that old, kind of still young with his baggy shorts. Can you imagine me in those? That would look pretty ridiculous unlike my mullet which I'm pretty sure would be a fashion icon in a couple of years. I'm wearing it so how could it not?

We finally got to the venue and went inside to have them cater to us. We're pretty boring to be honest about the whole catering thing. It's not like we ever wanted that much stuff. We're pretty good at entertaining ourselves. The only thing we have to be careful with is Dougie's allergies but besides that it's like having some ghetto person come in and be marveled by things that every day people pass by.

I saw Danny over in the corner teasing Dougie over what happened last time. Figures, he'd be the first person to mention it. He literally hasn't forgotten about it for a second this entire time, he knew we'd be coming back soon and he wanted to make sure Dougie remembers. Not that we'd really forget something like that. If any of us were to do something embarrassing like that we'd all get it for weeks on end. We don't even need to mention the time when Dougie wet the bed… We're all shocked by that but then he made up some big excuse about being stressed over his dad and the relationship with his mom at that point.

We couldn't think of this damn place being any more boring at the moment. It's been only fifteen minutes and we couldn't care less if a plane were to come down onto us at least that would be something happening. Tom looks like he's about to be killed over there in the chair while Danny's just passing across the room looking over everyone's shoulders to see what they're doing. Dougie on the other hand seems to have forgotten what happened last time and is going at the food and water. He went on some long bullshit about getting a better bladder or something like that. There is a time and a place for everything Dougs. I'm just stuck as being something between the three and am sitting down looking over everyone while eating what they gave us. It's just one of those moments where I wonder where my life would be right now if I wasn't in the band. Couldn't be much better. Well in some ways it would, you know probably more respect then we're getting right now. Although at the same time I'd have to have a real job and I wouldn't have met with these lovely bastards.

Fletch just went over and told Dougie to probably stop all the drinking. Dougie goes on to make some stuff up like he completely forgot. How can you forget when you were reminded of it just a while before? Oh God he's coming over to me.

Dougie: Harry.

Harry: Yah.

Dougie: Can you do something with me?

Harry: Like what?

Dougie: I don't know.

Figures. He would do something like that expecting me to come up with everything for him. I can't really see anything to do. They don't want us going outside just yet. Not really sure why, maybe we might get mobbed by fans or something like that. We can mess around in the corridors. I guess that will have to do for now.

Harry: I wonder what's happening in the corridors.

Dougie: I don't know. Aren't we not allowed out there?

Harry: We're not allowed outside I think the corridors are just fine.

I took his shoulder around the palm of my hand and ever so gently pushed him along with me. We really didn't see much going on out there, figures. Ok so there was some food left out for the other performances. Maybe we can do something with that?

Harry: Hey look, there's someone else's food there.

Dougie: Should we eat it?

Harry: What if we just took one thing so that they think they did some kind of shoty job.

Dougie: What if they lose their job though?

Harry: We'll let them know about it and tell them it was a joke. Come on it'll be funny.

I went over and looked for about a second at what might not be noticed right away and decided on the tea packets considering they aren't brightly colored so it won't stand out. Dougie was still just standing there watching over what I was doing.

Harry: Dougie nothing is going to happen.

He still fiddled with his hands a bit. Can't he loosen up a bit? This would not be something anyone would lose their job over. If anything we're more likely to lose our job over what we're doing. He's just so overly paranoid about everything that involves people we don't know. Don't get why he cares so much?

Harry: Dougie don't worry it's going to be alright. If anything we'd be losing our job because of this.

Dougie: Don't do it then.

Harry: Calm down. I really doubt that will happen either.

I can't imagine what we could possible do right now, you know while waiting for the calamity to happen. Too much waiting to do today. Why is it that half the things you do in a band is wait? Wait for a concert, wait to get somewhere, wait to hear where you are on the charts… So much waiting! He could spend this entire waiting time thinking of what they have to wait for in their day to day lives. Thank God he has the other three or else he wouldn't make it through half this stuff. Speaking of the other three what can he possibly do with them? Danny and Tom are now left as nothing more than vegetables due to boredom but Dougie might have an idea in mind.

Harry: What should we do while we wait?

Dougie: I don't know, that's why I asked you earlier.

God he was useless. Can't he do anything himself? Ok, maybe that was a bit mean but he can't follow me around forever. He'll have to grow up some day so now is probably a good time to start weaning him off of me…

Dougie: Harry?

Oh my God what now?

Harry: Yeah?

Dougie: I think we have to go on soon.

Harry: Did they say anything?

Dougie: Yeah, they said we should start getting ready.

Harry: Ok.

We all have to go back to the room and start getting presentable (not that Tom has much of a chance with that look at how he dresses.) It really didn't take long to hear someone outside the room going about their business. Maybe it might be the person? They wouldn't leave food out there that long would they? They didn't see us did they? I can hear someone moving the cart. I heard a door open. I hear people talking. I heard them say something about tea. And nothing interesting happens... Damn it. They seem completely calm about the entire thing. Aren't stars supposed to go on some big rant whenever people mess up their shit? I mean I guess we don't but we're pretty boring about it anyway so it'd make sense. Come on we don't get drama while we have to sit here bored getting make up done?

We went through the entire routine of everything to get ready. We still had a little bit of time left before it. Both Dougie and I believed we were in the clear when Fletch came back from the bathrooms and asked for the both of us to come over there. Shit.

Fletch: They think someone has been taking some of the food from catering and I found some tea bags in your pocket.

Harry: That doesn't mean we took them.

Fletch: They said that they were missing tea and energy drinks from one of the rooms and I saw the both of you go out at the same time.

Harry: Ok we took the tea as a joke but we're going to admit to it later and we didn't do anything else. We weren't even out there that long anyway we didn't even see any energy drinks. They probably forgot about that.

Fletch: You promise that's all you took.

Harry: Yes.

Dougie was standing slightly behind me. I couldn't really tell what he was doing because of course he was behind me. But he still has yet to say anything to help. If this was him on his own he'd probably just take it or start crying. Ok maybe not crying but he'd be the bitch.

Fletch: I'll tell them you said all you took was the tea.

Harry: Ok.

Thank God it went that well. He'd have our dicks if we'd have taken anything else. I looked behind at Dougie who in return glanced at me.

Harry: What is it?

Dougie: Nothing.

We waited the last minutes out in the agony they were. Even though both Dougs and I were pretty nervous we were more than happy to get out of here. Ok, so everything is ready and we can hear the crowd. Nice to get such a strong reaction like that, makes all the haters burn in their own personal hells. We get up on stage and everything becomes a blur. What you expect me to remember every concert? This one really since we have to actually play for the first time. Too many nerves to do it before but now it still doesn't feel right although if we never do it than all those people will be right about us not exactly playing our instruments (at least live.) Rather not have something like that going in the papers… Oh God. I just remembered that Dougie didn't go to the bathroom beforehand. He's been drinking quite a lot recently since that whole get a better bladder crap but this is not going to go too well. At least due to the crowd reaction they haven't noticed (or they completely don't care about it.) Either way I think it's not too much, but maybe he didn't even? Hopefully not…

We get off the stage… Oh no… Oh no… He couldn't have… I just saw him sneak over to the side and talk to Fletch. He couldn't have done it again, could he? It depends what he does now. And he slips away to the dressing room… Ok, I will admit I feel a bit sorry for him. It's not like he has that good of control of his self (in any aspect that is.) Maybe I should go talk to him or Fletch probably first.

Harry: Did Dougie have another accident.

Fletch: Yeah.

Harry: I'll go talk to him.

I go back to the dressing room and see him carrying the extra clothes we've given him. He stops instantly when he sees me and just moves his head down. I know he's not much of a crier but he managed to embarrass himself enough to cry the last time so I wouldn't be surprised if he would again.

Harry: Are you ok?

He didn't speak a thing.

Harry: Are you crying Pugsley?

Dougie: I hate it when I cry over stupid things like this.

Harry: It's ok.

What more can I say to him? This already happened before and if he's still so upset over something like this than he clearly has issues with it. Need to find out something to do… Not sure what part of it upsets him the most but that would be for the best of it.

Harry: Do you not like that you don't have a very good bladder?

Dougie: Yes!

Don't have to sound so pissed off, geez.

Harry: I mean would it still bother you if nobody knew about it?

Dougie: Probably not…

Harry: I'll think about a way to stop it from showing up ok?

He still didn't respond.

Harry: Ok?

Dougie: Ok.

Still so grumpy. I can't think of any way to possibly prevent it except for something really, really obvious. Having a bottle and tube attached to him would also be impossible to get by. Maybe the best we can do is some kind of schedule for him. Nah, too annoying. Maybe the other guys have a good idea.

I wait till all the others guys get back to the dressing room where they were already talking about the clear "issue". Guess it's my turn to pipe in.

Harry: Do you know of a way to prevent Dougie from wetting himself or at least from it showing?

Fletch: I was thinking that I heard of some people using woman's pads for that kind of thing.

Tom: But would that be thick enough?

Fletch: Well they come in different sizes and it's not like Dougie completely wets himself, he more of leaks.

Harry: Your infinite knowledge on woman's products.

I went over to Dougie who changed into his other pair of clothes shortly before the other guys arrived.

Harry: Dougie would you mind wearing pads?

Dougie: What are those?

Harry: They're what woman use when they're on their periods.

Dougie: Gross. Wait don't you have to stuff those up yourself though?

Harry: No those are tampons.

Dougie: Than what are pads?

Harry: They put them on their underwear cause they have stick stuff and yah. It's kind of like a diaper but smaller.

Dougie: How do you know?

Harry: I had to pick some up for my sister once.

Dougie: Liar.

Harry: Ok, me and my friends used them to soak up piss and place them all over things so they'd have to touch them to take them off. So are you going to wear them?

Dougie: Will they hold enough though?

Harry: Yeah they're good.

It feels as though he's interrogating me over this. Give it a break Puggy.

Dougie: I guess.

Harry: He said he'll try it.

Tom: Just don't drink too much.

Danny: Or eat too much.

Tom: He has bladder problems not bowel problems. It wouldn't even help that much if he were to have that.

Danny: Yeah, but fruit.

Tom: I guess that's true. Don't be healthy then.

Harry: Are you planning on wearing them all the time?

Dougie: No, I want you bastards to clean up after me.

Harry: So you're telling us you're doing this on purpose?

Dougie: No! I was kidding.

I decided to hold him down a bit, you know, for umm… Science? I got him on a headlock and forced him down to the ground when suddenly the other two guys piled on top of me and Dougs. Ok one of them is getting really heavy because I feel as though my back is about to break. What about little Dougie though?

Dougie: Get off! You're going to kill me!

I felt him struggle his way out from underneath me and then jump on top of the other two.

Dougie: It's king of the mole hill!

Danny: Why mole?

Dougie: Because it's small.

When I moved over the other three toppled down with Dougie hitting his head. He held his head and hid his face behind his hair.

Harry: I'm sorry. Did I hurt you Dougs?

I went over to him but when I did he grabbed my head in a headlock and pulled me under him.

Harry: Please don't piss on me.

Tom: That would be a good idea.

He began to attempt to push Dougie's bladder but Dougie just hunched over on top of me.

Dougie: Seriously don't. I just might actually go.

Harry: Please don't.

Dear, Princess Celestia

Today I learned that… What did I learn? A friend pissed himself too much and then we had some strange kind of orgy on top of each other. The only thing I learned is that I've been watching too much My Little Pony if this is the only way I can find to finish this fan fiction off. So yeah. Bye.