Lmfao. I didn't expect so many replies over the night. Happy new year! I got thoroughly trashed. And I'm quite happy to let you all know that I have no hangover and I am in one piece. Which thus means, there is another chapter for you to read. 'Cause I'm nice like that. Anyway… I'll let y'all get on with reading..
Reviews and such appreciated. I'm sorry I've not replied to reviews from yday. I'm just incredibly tired since I didn't sleep til 6am, and then woke at 8am. Now I'm off for a nap.
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Chapter Twenty Five

"I'll just leave you to it." Danny smiled.

Background noise as far as I was concerned.

I nodded.

Did he just say something?

I wasn't listening.

There are some pretty blue eyes staring at me.

They're keeping me occupied.

"Say it again." I spoke quietly, looking up at the man before me.

"You heard me." He frowned.

"I wanted to hear it again." I smirked.

"I love you." His lips curved as he spoke. I smiled and looked down at my feet.

Good lord!

I'm blushing again!

Honestly, it's amazing what a guy is capable of doing to me.

I felt his hand in mine, fingers interlocking with each other as if naturally fitted. I was pulled swiftly in to the house, kisses planted upon my lips upon the front door being closed from possibly prying eyes.

"Doug, I'm vibrating." I murmered, still in lip lock. He snorted with laughter. "No, my phone. It's vibrating."

Dirty boy.

Man.

Thing.

GRRRRRRR.

I've really got to label him at some point.

Although, Man. Thing. GRRR. Is becoming rather catchy.

I told Harry your staying with me for th nite. No naughtys. Play It Safe. Dan x

How thoughtful.

Cheers Mayte. Go buy something for yewrself as a treat. Like a new wardrobe fo' Gabz. She don't dig teh jumpers much. x Bre x

Dougie's arms snaked around me from behind, carefully trying to un do the buttons of my shirt.

I spun around quickly to face him.

Now you're in for it, Poynter.

"If you think for one second, Dougie Poynter, that I'm going to jump in to bed with you then you are highly mistaken." I waggled an index finger in front of his face, scowling to now end. He simply sighed and shrugged, sauntering out of the room.

Wait up!

He's meant to be bothered.

"Because I'm a fridge!" I yelled after him. I stood, frozen to the spot when he came charging back in to the kitchen. Face like thunder or what.

"If you say that one more time, I'm going to..." He pulled me closer to him. "I don't know, but you won't expect it, and it'll be clever and you'll be begging for me."

I sighed and shrugged out of his grip.

"Wrong answer." I muttered, buttoning my shirt up once again and slipping my shoes back on.

"Are you going? Why?" He asked. "Where?"

"You're sulking because I won't shag you!" I exclaimed. "I mean, you called me a fridge because I...Oh just grow the fck up!"

"It was a joke!" He stated. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just needed to tell Danny something."

"Fair enough if I wasn't in the car. But I was. You didn't even have the decency to say something nice about me. I know I'm not some model with legs up to my neck and big fluffy eyelashes, but atleast... You know what? Forget I said anything." I broke in to tears, trying desperately to speak coherently. I couldn't even understand what I was saying, so I doubt Dougie could. "I came here to end it. With good reason. And you mess with my head again."

"Right, you come with me." He grabbed my wrist, pulling me violently towards the staircase.

I struggled at first.

But, no matter how weedy Dougie did look, and still does look, he was still many times stronger than me.