Chapter twelve. – Harry's Pov

I knitted my eyebrows together and let a weird noise of my lips.

"W-What relationship we have…?" I questioned.

Dougie slowly sat up properly and looked at Danny first, then right into my eyes.

"Of course, just for the fucking. As you saw yesterday, Dan. You know, I'm using Harry. I would never want a properly relationship with him!" Dougie said with loads of feelings.

A gasp left my lips as my mouth dropped at his words.

"Is…Is that true?" I stuttered as I moved away from him a little.

"Of course it is. Have I ever lied to you?"

"Well, yes…You have."

"Okay, well, then I lied again. I guess…" a smirk appeared on his face, as he looked deep into my eyes. And I could see that the hyper side of him really started to show up again. His eyes looked so happy and he looked so alive. I could just hope that it wouldn't cause him to get on hospital again because of his heart. If something still was wrong. Which I really hoped not. "Of course we have a normal relationship. Because I love him, Danny. Right Harry do we have a good relationship that Tom and Danny didn't know about before and that just got revealed?"

"Um…Yeah…Of Course we have." I answered unsure. What was he really up to? We didn't have any relationship?

"And we're going to live a happy life together." He said as an end of the conversation, snuggling up together with me again. He placed one of his arms over my stomach, placing his head on my chest once again.

There he sat all the way over to Fletch's place.

As we arrived, Fletch led us into his mini studio in his basement. Where he had one of Dougie's basses, a few of Danny and Tom's old guitars and my second drum kit.

Sometimes we used the stuff as we wrote. And Fletch found it better if he had some of the instruments in his basement so that we wouldn't have to bring them with us.

"Dougie don't touch anything!" Fletch growled and all of us, except Dougie, laughed as we thought about the last time Dougie touched some of the things and caused something to kind of explode. It wasn't a big explosion. But still.

Dougie rolled his eyes before throwing himself down in the sofa, where I then threw myself over him, causing him to squeal like a little pig and try to get me off.

"Are you two done with playing around so that we can get some work here done?" Fletch asked sternly, while he pulled me away from Dougie.

We all sat down together with Fletch, before he left us to write something. I always felt like he didn't trust us about writing at home instead. Because all the time when we were at his place to write, he always left us sitting in his basement. Though he checked on us a few times. Apparently when he felt like.

I turned my head around and smiled as I saw Dougie's bored expression on his face.

I guess he was more creative and liked to write when he was alone. I've read lots of things he wrote on his own. And not when we all sat down and wrote. He did it alone. Or maybe it was because he didn't want us to think different on him? That he was that happy, rude, hyper person and not someone who was deep, emotional and like that. He could've been afraid that we would judge him? To shut him out since we was happy most of the time. Because it wasn't often you saw Dougie cry. Even if I'd seen him do it the latest time. It was kind of to get to know a new side of him. A side that I wanted to see more of. Not that I wanted to see him sad all the time. But it was a really sweet side of him. Even if the hyper side was a little finny sometimes, it wore you out since you had to keep an eye on him all the time. It wasn't that usual in a guy like his age.

But I love Dougie no matter how he is. Just as long as he is Dougie. Himself.