Chapter twenty seven. – Dougie's Pov
"Mum! Let me out! I need to check the mail! I'm waiting for something…" I growled as I desperately tried to move my mum away from the front door. It had been two days since I sent the letter to Harry, and most probably there would be something from him.
"What are you waiting for, dear?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"A letter you idiot…"
"From who? A girl? Your band mates?"
"I'm gay! I've told you! I'm gay!" I protested as I sprinted away from her and flew out through the back door and all the way around the house until I came to the letter box.
"Dougie,
I can't say how happy I was when I saw your writing on the letter. I thought I would die. I miss you so fucking much that I can't even say it in words. I want you to come back home. Your replacement is horrible. He can't play bass at all and he's nowhere as amazing as you. He doesn't act the way you do when you get drunk. Nothing is the same without you and I hate Fletch for doing like he did.
Danny has tried to take a break plenty of times because he doesn't want to play when you're not here. I have done the same thing, Tom too. We just don't feel like touring, doing signings, photo-shoots etc. when you're not here.
I miss you baby.
You honestly keep the fact that you're drinking, secret? Oh Dougie! Why can't you just tell your mum that you actually drink? It's normal for fuck sake, dude!
Winnie the pooh? Are you being seriously with me, mate? It seems like your mum is happy to see you again. Erhm, well, sort of?
Harry the dog? Well, sounds great. Ha. Is he as sexy as me or is he as amazing as me? We finally have a baby, Dougs. He can be our baby and we'll call him Harry Junior instead of just Harry. Not to re-name him. But it can be a nickname. I'm not embarrassed about him. Well I blushed a little when I read that part of your letter. And Danny took a picture of me. So you can see it later. Wait, no, I won't show it. I'm going to be so mean that I won't. Sorry, mate.
Oh, and yes, I have the goldfish. I bought a little mate for him yesterday, and Danny thought he could be called Pugsley. I think it fits him, to be honest. He reminds me about you. Exactly the same wacky type as you. Take it as a compliment, thanks. The goldfish from you actually tried to escape, by jumping out of the aquarium. But don't worry, Tom found him. Exactly after he had jumped, Tom opened the door to my room and saw it. Believe me, Tom screamed when he saw it.
You suck Dougie, because you wouldn't be able to be flushed down the toilet. As you said in the letter. Don't worry, babe, I won't flush the fish down the toilet. That would basically be murder and I'm not like that. Honestly. I once killed a spider, but yeah…
Tom's finally feeling loads better. It's nice to not see him be in pain anymore. And it's great to see that he's recovering so well.
Danny… Well… He's still the same old Danny. You hardly notice any mood change or anything. He miss you loads. But he doesn't show it the way I do. He stays the way he always is. Weird and stupid. That's the way we like him, right? He should be as always.
And I'm really not going to enjoy the rest of these three months you'll be away. I miss you so much that it really, really hurts. I miss all your jokes and everything you did.
I know I've said it many times… But most of all, I miss you.
I love you so, so much, Dougie.
And I did clean your room as your mum said. I found a photo album under your bed, and I hope it was okay that I looked it in. I love every picture of us four. It makes me realise just how unbelievable much I love you.
Harry xxxxxxxxxx"
I wiped away a few tears while a sob escaped my lips. It hurt to read the letter. I loved him so much that reading a letter from him made my heart ache and my body longing for him to be close to me. How would I survive three months without him? It wouldn't be possible. Not if I would be as I was when I read the letter.