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DOUGIE'S POV.

I woke up ashamed of my dream… Though I couldn't deny I'd liked it a lot… I could still see Ally's wet shirt in my mind. At the party, I'd missed the moment when she fell to the pool but I'd seen her coming out and after that, the memory of her wet shirt want something I could get out of my mind… That must be why I dreamed about it.

Don't blame me from dreaming about it, I'm not a pervert!... Well, I am, but that's not the point! It's not my fault she's so hot, every single guy who saw her thought the same… Except for Tom, but he's so in love with his girlfriend that he probably sees a boy where a girl like Ally is standing.

I bought pizza and waited for Harry; he's my neighbor. When I decided to buy my first house, Harry helped me choose one… And he liked a lot the house next door, so he bought it.

The girl who spent the night with him had already left so at about 5p.m. we sat in my sofa, ready to eat.

After Harry told me about his night, I told all about mine, including my dream.

"She's just so hot" I said as I finished and he laughed.

"Ask her out, dude" he said "It's so obvious you like that girl"

"A little bit, maybe..."

"I'll go to the bathroom, call her"

He left and I put my cell phone out of my pocket. I kind of freaked out when I pressed 'call'. Reasons: 1) I hadn't even thought about what I was going to say. 2) I didn't want to seem desperate to see her. You never call a girl so soon after a date… Though last night wasn't a date… But whatever, you desperate, stupid Poynter!

I thought about hanging up the phone but I'd look even more stupid if I did that. 'Don't pick up, don't pick up!' I prayed.

"Hello?"

Damn, she picked up!

"Hi, Ally, how are you?" you couldn't sound more stupid, could you, Dougie? Oh, great, now you are talking to yourself!

"No, it's Susan talking, I'm her mother. Who is this?"

"I'm Dougie. Is Ally there?"

"No, she's not here. Well, she is, but she isn't"

I didn't say anything, my brain was too confuse to react.

"We are in the hospital, Dougie" she said as I didn't say anything "She hit her head, she's unconscious right now"

"What!? Is it serious, is she going to be fine?"

"Yes, she bled quite a lot but the doctors say she'll be ok"

"Alright… Then, I'll cal her later. Bye"

I sighed. Now I did want her to pick up.

I'd had so much fun last night with her, Ally was so easy to be around and she laughed at all of my jokes or funny things I did.

Oh, my God…. Dougie, you do like her! Oh, my God again! You are talking to yourself again!

ALLY'S POV.

Luckily for me, the my new scar I had in my head was well-hidden under my hair, so on Monday nobody noticed anything. I'd been forced to spend the weekend at the hospital but Susan told me Dougie had called while I was unconscious. That made me remember about Friday Night and I was happy again. Then he called again on Sunday and invited me to have lunch with him on Monday. I guess you can guess what I said.

Sam's left eye was violet, I laughed every time I saw him. He tried to apologize to me for what had happened at the party but I told him that if he talked to me again, I would make his eyes match.

I was nervous when the bell rang, announcing lunchtime, when I was able to leave school and go home, or in this case, free to have lunch with Dougie Poynter.

He was waiting for me in his car, looking as wonderful as usual. He smiled and turned on the engineer as I sat by his side.

"How's your head?" he asked.

"It's fine, it wasn't such a big deal"

"Your mum said you bled a lot, pretty disgusting"

"She always overreacts with everything… Anyway, where are we going?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"I've been here for 2 months, I don't know any restaurants"

"What about McDonalds?"

"No way, I don't eat at McDonalds, I'm against that company" [author-note: McDonalds and Coca-Cola suck, it's like capitalism with shape of food]

He laughed "We'll go to a little restaurant I know then, the food there is bloody awesome"

Dougie drove us to a nice little restaurant and we ordered pizza. I asked him to tell me how he's joined McFLY, his tours, his friends, his past life, everything. I wanted him to keep talking so I was free to look at him all the time. The pizza was, like he said before, bloody awesome… And so was Dougie. I was starting to believe there couldn't be anyone more beautiful than him.

Lunch was over and we were still having fun as we tried to make up jokes while leaving the restaurant, but Dougie froze with his eyes wide opened.