A/N: First of all, SORRY I haven't updated in soo long! Secondly, am I allowed to apologise again? I really am sorry, this just got a little forgotten. I haven't had time to write any more but lucky for you I had a few chapters written ready to be uploaded at times like this.
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Chapter 9
"Harry." Said Dougie as they lounged on Tom's sofa's. Lucy had gone home and everyone else was busy making phone calls, keeping promises or sorting out dinner so Dougie and Harry each had a sofa to themselves and they were making the most of it.
"Dougie." Answered Harry, he looked over to the other sofa at the mop of brown, blonde hair staring intently at the ceiling.
"What do you think of Lucy?"
Sensing a long conversation Harry rolled onto his side so he could see Dougie without straining his neck. "What do you mean?"
Dougie began to closely examine the 'art work' that covered his right forearm, obviously avoiding eye contact, "Just, what d'you think?"
Harry thought for a moment before answering, "She seems nice enough and I don't think she's just along for the ride. If you're worried how long she'll stick around then I reckon she'll do whatever we need her to, to get through this court case. After that, who knows." He watched Dougie closely, hoping to get a glimpse of a reaction. Since the attack Dougie had begun to hide more things. What things no-one really knew exactly, but aside from his emotional response to Lucy earlier in the day he'd been unusually quiet, almost broody.
Nodding Dougie stopped looking at his cast and turned to Harry. "That's good." He said simply.
"Doug, I know you like her, we all do, but you have to remember, she's a fan who's landed herself right in the middle of a media circus. Give it a while and see what happens." Dougie nodded and returned to examining his cast leaving Harry no wiser then he was before.
Lucy smiled as she approached her front door, she only lived in a tiny end of terrace, 2 bedded house but the noise which greeted her would make anybody think she had a pack of dogs in her house, rather than just her two German Shepherds Hamish and Julie.
As she opened the door she was greeted by two furiously wagging tails as they sniffed her legs where Tom's cats has rubbed themselves before she pushed them into the house. "Get off you two. You'd think you'd never smelt a cat before. Sheesh."
Once inside the house with the door firmly shut behind her Lucy flopped onto the couch and had all of 3 seconds before Julie climbed up next to her, begging for a cuddle. "You know, I got you two for protection. You'd just lick a burglar to death wouldn't you." She joked as she ruffled Julie's ears.
Two hours later after Lucy had fed herself and the dogs her mobile phone rang, displaying an unknown number. She answered hesitantly, expecting it to be a sales person trying to get her to change her internet provider or something ridiculous. Instead she found herself looking towards her locked front door while reaching out for the comforting feel of her two dogs as they lay peacefully on the floor.
"Miss Harwich." Said the detached voice on the phone "You best be careful. I suggest you do not contact Mr Poynter again." The line went dead.
Seconds later Lucy was back on the phone, this time calling Dougie.
"Lucy, hi." Said Dougie as the answered, the smile in his voice obvious.
"Dougie, they know who I am. They just called me and told me not to contact you again, and I dunno what to do." She gushed all in one breath.
