HarryxDougie - Pudd

Harry POV

I pulled off my shirt and flopped onto my bed. I was exhausted. We'd been rehearsing all week for our tour that starts next weekend. Fletch has had us in the studio at 10 o'clock every morning and we usually didn't leave until 8 o'clock at night. It may not sound that long, but 8 hours (not including breaks) of pure drumming can take a lot out of a guy. Then Dougie and Danny dragged Tom and I to the park round the corner to watch them race each other on the obstacle course. I smiled at the thought of the pair of them squeezing through hoops, dodging "stray" poles and wiggling down the tiny curly slide. I curled my arms behind my head and relaxed, letting all the tension float away. Slowly I felt myself begin to drift off.

Dougie POV

I quietly put my toothbrush back into the holder by the sink. Rehearsals were tiring. Danny and I had another dance competition (I won, obviously) and then he wanted to race around the kids park around the corner from the studio. Tom and Harry thought we were idiots but we made them laugh when Danny fell off the monkey bars and I got stuck in the curly slide. It's only about 9:30 now but I'd like some sleep before more rehearsals tomorrow. I took off my shirt and trousers, pulled on a pair of sweats and made my way to my bedroom. As I walked through the door I saw Harry laying on the bed, arms thrown under his head and eyes closed. I traced his gorgeous, well defined bare chest with my eyes for a few moments before the evil smirk curled onto my face. Quietly as I could I crept over to the bed, careful to avoid the squeaky floorboard, then threw myself onto the bed right next to Harry. His eyes shot open and his arms flailed about as he wobbled on the edge of the bed. Soon I was in fits of laughter as I saw him loose balance and end up on the floor. Harry stood up and scowled at me. My laughs died out slowly as he leaned over me, bringing his face close to mine.

"Oops, sorry Harry. Didn't see you there." I smiled at him innocently. His scowl turned into a grin.

"You little liar." He replied. My laughs were brought back swiftly by his hands tickling my sides.

"Ahh, Harry! Stop..." I squealed (yes, I squealed, grown men can do that). His grin just expanded the more I begged him to stop.

"Ow, Harry, please! I can't breathe anymore." I managed to say between my giggles (yes, giggles, grown men can do that too).

"You're so mean Dougie. I fell off the bed!" He complained, his fingers slowing down.

"I know, and it was hilarious." I replied. He smirked and attacked my sides again.

"Harry..."

"Nope."

"Please..."

"If you say you love me."

"Never!" I shouted, grinning.

"Fine then." Harry laughed as he carried on. I struggled against him and tried to push him off but he pushed me further into the mattress. I squirmed against him which made him smile even more.

"Say it and I'll stop."

"Fine... Fine!.." I gave up. He stopped tickling me and moved his hands either side of my head so he could lean over me.

"Well..." He asked expectantly. I smiled and lifted my hand to cup his face.

"I hate you." I said jokingly sincere. Harry huffed and tickled me again.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." I laughed. "I love you, I love you... stop now..."

He smiled and put his hands back to either side of my head.

"I love you too." He said smiling. I smiled back and reached up to kiss him.