The title says everything, this'n is short and to the point .. how I like it. I wanted to get it up today, just so you can read something. The next chapter will be much longer and I need more time to where I'm going to go with it now. So, enjoy. Happy New Year, hope it's the best yet! Pahhheace.
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The silence throughout the room began gnawing at me, piece by piece. I leaned back and allowed the black velvet couch embrace the shape of my body. His friends left towards the kitchen to attack the pizza that had arrived shortly after me.

Though the sounds of them shouting and devouring their foods could be heard clear as crystal, the silence exchanged between Dougie and I was piercing and unmistaken.

"Cat got your tongue, Doug?"

My voice was potent, but was spoken with an uninterested tone.

After he allowed me in, he asked a few questions then turned mime.

"I don't know what you're doing here, Maycee." He spat as his depths glared into mine. His stare made my face pale, as it froze solid.

I breathed out and turned my view to the wooden floor. "Why'd you leave?"

"Does it matter?"

It sounded as if the guys in the kitchen stopped talking.

I shifted to look at him but he didn't look at my face. He was leaned back into the couch with his arms tightly crossed.

Angry, I stormed up from the couch and moved beside him. He glanced up from the sudden movement.

"If it didn't, you think I'd even be here?"

Straight, direct, to the point and oh so very true.

He heaved a sigh, "You know, I can't handle these 'you love me, you love me not' phases."

I laughed at that. "Yeah, I'm a handful, I've been told."

"So, what are you telling me then?"

The silence erupted once again. But, I was contemplating so it was hardly noticeable. I guess even showing up here in the first place showed something. Actually, it showed something very distinctive …

That I cared.

I cared enough to come here. I cared that he left.

Forgetting all about him wasn't an option, it wasn't something I even thought to consider after I got the news that he left.

Is this seriously what just happened? That I fell for the guy who has an ego the size of space and pulls off the bad ass attitude?

It's so cliché. So, pathetic.

Some sense of my pride was lost just then, but replaced with a feeling that someone actually took effort to give me a chance. I hadn't really had that. My parents dropped me like a piece of trash; they just threw me away without a second look.

I stared at his face as he consciously kept his gaze onto the floor. His expression sold that he knew I was staring, but he was desperately trying to ignore that and pretending he didn't have a clue I was looking in the first place.

His hair fell perfectly into his eyes, but still charming those perfect facial features.

I like this boy; he was the perfect challenge that took both of us to hand over something.

Abruptly, I got off the parallel couch and took a seat next to him. He didn't move or move his face, his body just shook with my sudden movement onto the couch.

"You going to look at me or are we five?"

He crooked a smirk and look up at me.

My face leaned into his, but he took my lips with his. I enfolded my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer. Both of our breathing tempos increased as we collapsed onto the couch. I felt a smile form on his lips and I couldn't help but reflect the same.

Then, he pulled away.

My lips tingled and the craving for his taste edged me back towards his face.

He chuckled. "I knew you wanted me bad."

"Oh shut up. So what if I do?" I kissed him hard and tightened my grip onto him.

He pulled away once again and I growled. "Are you serious right now?"

His laugh filled tickled my ears and I giggled. "Contain yourself Maycee, you animal."

I sighed and pulled away to look at him. "What? Do you need to say something?"

Dougie smirked. "We have to be careful; my mates might get horny off of us."

"Too late." A voice in the room exclaimed.

I turned my head and saw all three boys standing while grinning towards us. In that moment, I shot up off the couch and sat up to fix my hair.

My laugh was shaky and came out of nervousness and humiliation. "Forgot about them."

Dougie sat up and put a lazy arm around my neck.

"This is Maycee."

My eyes traveled around the room as he introduced me. PDA isn't something I'm very favored upon, but like I said, I forget all about them.

The blonde was Tom, mullet head was Harry and the freckled one was called Danny.

"Can I have a turn?" Danny said boldly with a chuckle.

A sarcastic laugh escaped me. "Aren't you the charmer."

The others laughed as Danny smirked and crossed his arms, "That's what my mum tells me."

I quirked my eyebrow and chuckled, "I bet."