disclaimer: tom, danny, dougie, and harry own themselves. thank you.

TEN - THE GUYS

Tell me, tell me,
Do you feel the pressure?
Alright, so you think you're ready?
Ok, then you'll say this with me

One of the guys before me scurried across the room in order to retrieve his misplaced drumstick – this was what clued me into him being the drummer. "Dougie, stop throwing my stuff at our thick guitarist!" he complained to the blonde.

"I'm sorry," the other replied, looking anything but sorry. "It's just that it was the first thing I saw when he said that bad, bad remark!"

"I said I was sorry!" Danny complained from on the sofa behind me.

"You did—you're off the hook in my book," I told him.

The one called Dougie giggled like a small child as he sat next to Danny. "That rhymed!"

"It sure did, Doug," Danny replied.

And then I heard a smack, quickly followed by an, "Ow!" which led me to believe that Danny had smacked him.

"What was that for?" He then leaned over and started attacking his friend.

"Okay, stop it. Stop it – we have company!" Danny cried, before bursting out into a fit of laughter as the other hit a spot that was ticklish – I was (obviously) assuming this information, as I didn't know where he was ticklish.

But I didn't pay much mind to them. I was paying attention to the lad who was stood in the middle of the room, looking mildly amused by what was going on before taking a seat on a chair that was the near the sofa that Dougie and Danny were sat on.

"Guys!" Dougie said, making everyone turn to face him. "She doesn't know who you are properly!"

"Actually," I jumped in, "I don't know who you are either."

The three others laughed while Dougie looked defeated. "Oops." Then, he jumped up suddenly. "I'm Dougie!" He sounded much too cheery for his own good, and I was completely fine with that – I loved boys with his sort of energy. "Now," he added, looking to each of the nameless boys in the vicinity, "who are you?"

"Oh, right," the blonde one of the two began, looking in my direction, "I'm Tom." He flashed me a smile, showing off a dimple on his left cheek.

"And," the other started, him being a brunette, "I'm Harry." He also shot me a smile while he spoke.

"Lovely to meet you all!" I told them, offering a genuine smile. "Just – feel free to call me Dare."

"Okay!" Dougie smiled a million-dollar smile at me. "So, Dare, how did you and Tom meet?"

I looked over at Tom—or Sunglass Boy—quickly, then turned back to answer Doug.

"Well, I was out with some mates and I saw him."

"There's got to be more than that!" Danny declared.

I tried thinking of a way to leave the whole 'dare' part out of the number, but nothing came to mind.

"Hey, SB, didn't I kind of tell you I'd be here the other day?"

Tom seemed to think for a moment. "Umm…maybe you did."

"Okay. I think I did, but it could have been someone else."

He blushed a tiny bit before mumbling, "Maybe I didn't remember how gorgeous you were?"

I pretended I didn't hear it, as I was sure he was trying to keep it from me, as well as the other lads.

"So," Dougie jumped in, oblivious to what his mate had just said, "the rest of the meeting?"

I thought for a split second. "Hey!" I said after a minute of them all looking at me. "Aren't I supposed to be asking you the questions? Not the other way around?"

"Well…," Harry began, looking as if he was thinking.

"If we answer your questions, we get to ask you some, and you have to answer!"

I looked to Danny, who was smiling like a genius after his comment.

"Yes!" Tom exclaimed.

"What he said!" Dougie chanted, pointing at Tom.

I looked at each of the lads, a defeated look appearing on my face. "I guess I have no chose, then, do I?"

Harry smiled triumphantly at me. "Guess not."

"Okay, now that you know about us," Tom began, "it's our turn to question you!"

Moments before this, I had asked the lads about anything and everything that I could think of—as well as the things that some of my colleagues had told me to ask about. I was trying to cover as much as possible—everything from tours, a new album, fans, personal lives, pets, and girls.

And, when the comment popped up, I had just come out of the loo, where I was taking my precious time pulling my hair up into the elastic that seemed to be permanently on my wrist.

Pretending to be quite grumpy over the matter—though, I didn't like telling people about me and any aspect of it, I could never really be caught being too grumpy—I stumbled over to where the lads were, having changed seats a bit.

Before I slunk out, Dougie had been on the table facing me, Danny had been on one side of me, Tom still in the lone chair, and Harry was on my other side. Now, Danny seemed to have been pushed into the middle of the sofa, Dougie having staked claim on the seat, and Harry on the one end of the sofa, although Dougie's legs were across both boys. Tom was still in the chair.

Seeing Doug, and the expression on Danny's face, made me laugh.

Dougie looked over at me, moved his feet, and motioned for me to sit on his lap.

Still laughing as I approached the table, where I was fine with sitting, Dougie grabbed my arm, pulling me down on him, sideways.

He, then, proceeded in holding me there, making me a little uncomfortable with where my legs were—squished against the bottom of the sofa and Danny and Dougie's legs. I knew that the only way to be comfortable with Dougie holding me there would be to put me legs across Danny and my feet in Harry's lap. So I did.

"Hey! I thought I got rid of people laying over me!" Danny complained.

"Sorry, mate, I kind of have to," I told him, pointing out that Dougie had a death-like-grip on me—only, I could breath, and couldn't move.

He sighed heavily. "Fine. But you have to answer all the questions then."

I glared at him for a second before turning my gaze on Harry, who was now speaking.

They asked me the basic questions about me—about my name, and where it came from; about my childhood; and about, well, me, to put it simply.

"What is…," Dougie started, "your favourite colour?"

"That's it? You've had six minutes to think of something to ask, and that's what you come up with?" I asked back.

"Yes. I was thinking."

"Right."

"So?"

"Purple." I held up my foot, just in case he didn't know what the colour looked like.

"That's a cool colour," Dougie commented.

"Next."

I looked to Danny, who was the next 'in line' to ask me a question—that's how we decided to do this; the order that they were sitting in was the order of the questions, and they took turns asking, going around in a circle. Technically, we were playing what I referred to as 'Truth', seeing as I was only allowed to answer truthfully—and I had already had my turn.

song: born for this by paramore.

an: well, there you have it!