Chapter Eleven

I turned the doorknob slowly; wincing as it separated from the doorframe with a click. Once this task was complete I carefully pushed the front door open and tiptoed inside, closing the door silently behind me.

It was late… so late it was early, and I was only just returning home from Michael's party. Jess and I had gossiped for hours, until I had finally looked at my watch, noticed the time and practically sprinted home. Dougie had not returned to the party, and my mind was working a mile a minute to conjure all the worse case scenarios I could think of to explain his absence.

I ran quietly across the living room, and up the stairs, before streaking down the hallway and grabbing my doorhandle, wrenching it open, and slipping inside. It was only when my door was safely closed that I let out a deep breath and inwardly congratulated myself on a job well done.

I scratched my nose and was walking across the room to reach my wardrobe when I noticed him sitting on the edge of my bed. "Bloody hell," I gasped, my hand flying to my chest to calm my frantically beating heart, "you scared the life out of me."

Dougie smiled at me and flicked his hair out of his eyes, "sneaking into the house just before dawn. I'm so proud."

I scowled at him and pulled off my coat, "how long have you been here?" I paused and shook my head, "wait, scrap that, how did you get in here?"

"Through your window," Dougie answered pushing himself up from the bed and walking towards me, "you know, you really should keep it locked to stop naughty boys like myself from coming in."

I raised an eyebrow; "I'll keep that in mind." I ran my eyes over his body, taking in his rumpled and dirt streaked clothes, "how much trouble are you in?"

"What makes you ask that?"

I chuckled, "please, you and a bunch of guys plus Michael. If that doesn't spell trouble then what does?"

Dougie took a step towards me and reached out to grab my hips before pulling me against him, "I don't know, maybe you and me."

"Don't change the subject. What happened tonight?"

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head over," Dougie replied as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kissed my neck.

"But I am worried," I protested, using every ounce of willpower I possessed to push him away. I held him at an arms length, "I'm drunk and I have several hours of worried thoughts built up in my mind, and I'd like to know whether or not to confirm or discard them."

"Just forget them all," Dougie urged, "I'm fine."

"Really?" I asked doubtfully, loosening my grip on him so he could step forward and pull me close.

"Really," Dougie confirmed as his fingers traced the inside of my wrist. "I don't want to talk about it, I'd much prefer to be here with you."

My heart was thudding like mad when his lips touched my earlobe, and then my jaw, cheek and finally my lips. I gave in… I could get to the bottom of this in the morning.

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I rolled over with a groan when I realised that my temples were throbbing. I shut my eyes tight and tried to ignore my churning stomach. Hang overs sucked. I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes to find I wasn't alone in bed, Dougie was beside me, not asleep, but lying flat on his backhands pressed into his eyes.

"Please tell me you feel as bad as I do," I begged his voice barely more than a whisper.

Dougie groaned in response.

I let out a deep breath and stretched out towards the glass on my bedside table. My fingers brushed the edge of the glass and I stretched a little further before giving up completely and massaging my temples.

"I need to go," Dougie murmured rolling towards me and wrapping an arm across my middle. He kissed my temple, "before your mum barges in and finds me here."

I grabbed his hand to prevent him from moving, "ten more minutes."

Dougie laughed, "I can't." He pulled himself from my grasp and walked around my room, locating and putting on clothes as he went.

I pushed myself into a sitting position, "what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?"

"Recovery," Dougie replied with a smile as he pulled on his jacket. He paused and shoved his hands into his pockets, "can you do something for me?"

I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, "sure."

"Kiss me."

I didn't need to be told twice, and wasted no time beckoning him towards me, and capturing his lips with my own, chills running down my spine. I pulled away slightly and caressed Dougie's cheek with my thumb before sliding my hand around the back of his neck and kissing him again. We continued you to push closer to one another until Dougie had pulled me onto his lap and was clutching me as tight as possible. Meanwhile my hand were roaming everywhere… his face, shoulders, back, arms…

"Soph," Dougie whispered against my lips.

"Hmm?" I murmured back panting softly as Dougie kissed my neck. My hands roamed down his back and underneath his shirt. His skin was like fire underneath my hands.

"I got expelled."

I froze. I pulled my lips away from his and stared at him, "what?"

Instead of answering Dougie leant forward and kissed my forehead, "I'm sorry," he murmured against my skin before squeezing my fingers and climbing out my window into the dreary overcast day.

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I sprinted into school Monday morning my eyes desperately scouting the halls for Michael, Dougie or Jess. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

I knew I was acting like a bit of a madwoman, my eyes were wild, my hair was a mess and my uniform was thrown on haphazardly. But I figured I was entitled to a day of craziness, especially since the bombshell Dougie dropped on me was still plaguing my mind.

Finally, I spotted Jess amongst the crowd the pushed my way through towards her. "Jess!" I called.

She spun around and spotted me before waving.

I closed the distance between us, "thank god, I've been looking for you all morning and…"

"What in the world happened to you?" Jess asked, her eyes running over the length of my body, "Are you alright? You look like you camped outside last night in your school uniform."

Despite my desperate desire need to get all the facts I paused and frowned, "gee thanks Jess."

She laughed, "sorry, but I've never seen you look so…" she paused thoughtfully, "wild before."

I hastily pulled a hair tie of my wrist and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, "better?" I questioned sarcastically.

Jess raised an eyebrow, "Judging from your crazy behaviour, I guess you've heard about the boys getting expelled then?"

I sighed in relief at the fact I was finally going to get some answers, "yeah, Dougie blurted it out on Saturday morning. But, he didn't say anything else, he just left, and he's been avoiding my calls ever since. What did they do?"

Instead of answering Jess grabbed my wrist and dragged me across the corridor to the big window overlooking the school grounds, "take a look for yourself."

I peered out the window and groaned. There in the middle of the school oval the words FCUK U wereburned into the grass. "Are they serious?"

"Very." Jess replied surveying the scene beside me, "according to Michael the police caught them at it. Called the principal. Instant expulsion."

"Idiots." I murmured. "So when does the expulsion start?"

"Immediately I guess. None of them are at school today," Jess turned away from the scene to face me, "rumour has it that Dougie's mum appeared at the scene and screamed at him to get packed and that they were leaving ASAP."

"ASAP?" I repeated, "How soon is ASAP?"

Jess rolled her eyes, "c'mon Soph do you seriously think Dougie would leave without saying goodbye?"

"Yeah I do," I replied, "I gotta go."

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Dougie's driveway was scattered with dozens of cardboard boxes of all shapes and sizes. I shoved my hands into my pockets as I weaved my way between them to reach his front door. So I guess this confirmed that the rumours were true. He really was leaving. The idea sounded strange in my mind. Somehow over the past few months I had come to expect that Dougie would always be there, no questions asked. It made me sad to realise that he was leaving… especially when our relationship had never really been properly defined.

I reached out and knocked on his front door.

It was opened a moment later, and there on the other side stood Dougie in beat up jeans and a green t-shirt. "I was wondering when you would get here," Dougie greeted leaning forward and pecking my lips, "come in."

I stepped across the threshold and looked over the messy room covered in boxes, "so you're really leaving then huh?"

"Yep," Dougie replied plopping down on the nearest cardboard box, "mum's coming to pick me up in a few hours to take me back to London."

I frowned, "sorry to hear that."

Dougie shrugged, "its not so bad. I guess I deserve it."

"Yeah maybe," I murmured.

Dougie looked at me, "so… are you gonna miss me?"

I chuckled, "well I definitely wont miss your tendency to get me into trouble."

"Back to being a good girl again."

"Well…" I mused, "at least until after graduation," I smiled.

Dougie stood up and closed the distance between us, before reaching out and stroking my cheek, "thanks Sophie."

I frowned curiously, "for what?"

Dougie leant forward and rested his forehead against mine, "for hanging around with me…in a really fucked up kind of way. I've learnt a lot from you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Dougie grinned, "and the sex was good to."

I laughed and hit him lightly in the arm, before shrugging, "yeah it was." I paused and bit my lip, "anyway I just came around to say goodbye. Are you going to keep in touch with me?"

Dougie raised an eyebrow, "you mean in a 'hi how was your day' type way?"

I nodded, "yeah."

Dougie grinned, "Can you really imagine us doing that?"

I thought about it quickly. "No I can't. Our relationship was always based on lust and not much else." I reached out and stroked his cheek, "goodbye Dougie."

"Bye Sophie."

I stood on tiptoe, cupped his face and kissed his forehead. "Take care of yourself alright?"

Dougie nodded, "you too."

And so I walked away from him… towards the future and away from the past.

That concluded my relationship with Dougie Poynter. It was never a love story… he was never a prince who was going to sweep me into his arms and carry me away on his white horse. He was just a boy with a lot of attitude, and a hell of a lot of sex appeal… but that didn't make our story any less plausible. Of all the worldly passions lust is the most intense…. This was the story of my intense lust for Dougie Poynter.

THE END

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