A/N = If you like slash, then you might like the little turn Im giving this chapter.
I have a question for you:
1. Should I make this story a bit slashy, or should I not include slash?
2. If you're okay with me giving the story a slashy twist, then which pairings do you like most? Pudd, Flones or Floynter?
Not sure about anything yet, just making the story up while I write XD I don't have a plot or anything yet XD
Chapter 12
Dougie's POV
'You f**ing piece of s**t, you bl**dy stupid w**ker. You're nothing but a piece of sh**!'
'Stop please!' I heard my pathetic little voice whine, as he continued to bark at me how worthless I was while hitting and kicking me repeatedly.
'SHUT UP!' He screamed and backhanded me again right in my face. I felt blood dripping over my chin, probably from my nose, or maybe from the gash on my forehead.
'You only are a freaking burdon to me. I hate you so much I want to kill you.'
Tears streamed down my face, I hadn't even noticed, but when he said that, I felt hurt more then a hundred fists in my face, or a hundred kicks in my stomach. I knew he hated me, why else would he beat me up so often?
'Gary! Stop it!' I heard my mother scream, her voice panicked when she saw me broken on the floor in a pathetic bloody heap. I couldn't see her, my vision blurred with tears and white hot pain flashing through my stomach and ribs. I felt so lightheaded. What if he really killed me one day? He would be able to do it.
'Dougie?'
'Shut up Sam! He deserves it. He is such a worthless little weirdo!´
´Please dad! I'm sorry! I'll never run away again!'
'Dougie!'
'I HATE YOU!'
'DOUGIE!'
My vision blurred, then I opened my eyes and after a few seconds I could see clear again. A pair of clear blue eyes hovering over me, looking at me. I screamed, startled and backed away from him, almost falling of the bed I was on. I jumped of the bed and pushed myself to the wall and looked around the room. Where was I? Where was my dad? Who was this brunette boy that was watching me worried, repeatedly softly saying my name, as if to calm me down. I looked at him with wild eyes, filled with fear.
'Dougie, calm down, what's wrong?' I looked at him in confused fear, then my darted around the room again. Where was my dad? One minute he was beating me up, then I was here, in a bed in a strange room with a strange guy...
'Don't you remember where you are? Dougie, it's me Harry...' Harry said. Suddenly realisation dawned in on me. I was in Birmingham, fleeing from my dad. I had dreamed. The panic slowly faded a bit, and Harry obviously saw it in my eyes, because he cautiously came closer, with a sympathetic look on his face.
'It's okay, Dougie, you're okay. You're safe. It's okay.' He said, until he stood only a meter away, obviously unsure of what to do now. My whole body was shaking with adrenaline that was left in my body from the scary dream and the panic that rushed through my body just moments ago.
'Harry...' I choked out, he held out his arms, as if to invite me to hug him. Then I threw myself forward in his arms and the waterfall began to poor again. Tears streamed from my eyes, soaking my cheeks and Harry's chest. Harry gently rubbed circles over my back, trying to comfort, and actually succeeding a bit. Why was he so nice to me? I didn't deserve to be treated so lovely. I was just a stupid idiot, that everyone hated. Why didn't he hate me too?
But I didn't complain, I just hugged him even closer, so grateful to have found someone who actually cared about me. He said I was safe. I wasn't sure if that was completely true, because I knew my dad would be looking for me. But right now, completely envelopped in Harry's big strong arms, I believed him. I calmed down, my body relaxed and stopped trembling, and I even felt sleepy again.
'Thank you, Harry.' I slurred out, he loosened his grip on me and smiled.
'You're welcome, Dougie.' He said, completely honoust. When I just merely smiled, too tired to say something else, he grinned at lead me to my bed again.
'Try to sleep again, Doug.' He said encouraging, and I nodded, not needing to be told twice. I wrapped myself in my blanket again, with a bit of help from Harry, who was still hovering over me, and I smiled to him. He bend down and softly kissed my forehead, which I for some reason didn't think was strange at all. It actually comforted me. Then he walked over to his own bed, turned off the lights and got in his own bed.
'Goodnight Dougie.' He said. I didn't even mean to say what I said then, but couldn't stop the words that poured out of my mouth.
'I love you, Harry.' Then, within seconds, I was asleep again, but this time I didn't have nightmares again.
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