I had the chance to write a chapter yesterday, though I haven't finished my homework yet, so today again there's a chance I may not be uploading tomorrow. I'll do my best to find some free-time, I swear!

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Ally's POV

I cheated in my psychological test; I did paint about my life, but only the life I'd been given since I arrived to London; lonely and confusing at the beginning, but more interesting and happier little by little. I figured out the psychologist wouldn't find out I'd lied, how could she? She would only see this life, a quite normal life, right? Well, except for the fact that I was slept with Dougie Poynter… More than once.

'Bad Things' by Jace Everett was playing on my Ipod as I rode home with my skateboard. I was smiling, eager to get home and see if Dougie was still there. I felt strangely happy… Maybe it was because I now felt part of a family, a real one, maybe because in the very near future Doug would be my boyfriend, maybe because I now had many good friends.

I stood in front of the door for some minutes and tried to put my hair in its right place; I'd never really cared about how I looked but I wanted to look awesome in front of him. I opened the door and threw my books on the couch.

"Is anybody home?" I asked as I threw my coat over the books.

I felt a little disappointed when no one answered; Dougie was gone, no one was home—

I looked at the ceiling and closed my eyes for a moment to listen better; footsteps. I threw my tie on the floor; when It comes to fighting, it's always better to avoid using ties, someone could easily use it against you, they could just put it around your neck and then it's all over. I took off my shoes so whoever was upstairs wouldn't listen to me and I quietly made my way to the stairs with my fists in front of my face.

I heard a door opened and listened carefully to any other sound from the top of the stairs. Someone was coming closer to where I was and I decided it was time to do something about it when I could hear them breathing. I turned on the corner of the hallway and hit a boy in his nose. H fell to the floor and I covered my mouth with my hands.

"Oh, my God, Dougie, I'm so sorry, I thought you were someone else!" I said. His nose was bleeding. Then I blushed "Oh, my God, you are naked!" I closed my eyes "Grab the towel, grab the towel!"

"Alright, alright, it'd done!" he said. I opened my eyes, he was still lying on the floor with his nose bleeding, but at least now he had a towel over his… Private parts, alright?

I knelt down by his side and made him sit on the floor.

"Why did you hit me?" he asked confused.

"Shut up for a minute, Dougie" I said. I checked his nose from very different angles and smiled "Don't worry, it's not serious, I didn't break it"

He raced an eyebrow as he cleaned the blood from his face "Should I be happy about it? It still hurts like hell"

"Yes, of course you should be happy, you could have bled a lot more"

"Once again, why did you hit me? You cant just hit everyone, Ally"

"I know, I'm so sorry" I caressed his hair and laughed "Though you should have seen your face"

"Oh, shut up" He stood up and his towel fell again.

"Naked!" I turned around and ran to my bedroom. I heard him laugh and then a door closed.

I tried not to think about his marvelous body, so I just went downstairs and started to play the piano. I still couldn't believe Dougie was upstairs, dressing up, that he was going to be my boyfriend maybe and I felt a little bit unease; good luck wasn't my thing, I was expecting something bad to happen.

I was playing a song by Burgmüller, I knew this song by the name of 'Ghosts' and it was rather fun to play. I stopped when I heard Dougie running down the stairs.

"What's that you are playing?" he asked. I turned to see him; he was looking fabulous; he was wearing a white shirt and jeans, his hair in a kind of Edward Cullen's style and his bright blue eyes were locked in mine. I felt lose for a moment, hypnotized, I even thought I may be dreaming… He also smelled wonderful.

"Burgmüller" I said after some seconds.

"Who's that?"

"Oh, come on, you don't know him?"

"No… Anyway, I have to go" he put his hand in his pocket and took his cell-phone. He pointed it to me and it made a weird sound.

"What did you just do?"

"I realized I didn't have a picture of you so I took a photo" he smiled "And now I'm sending it to twitter. In five minutes, half Britain will know your face"

"Where are you going?" I asked a little bit disappointed, I was hoping we could spend some time together this afternoon, but I was obviously asking for too much.

"I've got to go to the studio but I'm coming back for dinner. Well, can I come back for dinner? I still don't know where I'm going to live, my mum's looking for a house for me"

"Yes, of course you can stay here" I smiled.

"Alright, then I'll come back later" he smiled back and then turned.

"Wait!" I stood up and ran to him "Will you hug me before you go?"
He laughed "Yes, sure. But why?"

"Because I want to remember your smell" I smiled.

He put his arms around me and caressed my cheek. I smiled again, feeling safer than ever, I'd never smiled so much in my whole life.

Susan arrived just some hours later Dougie left. She was carrying Eli and two huge bags.

"Let me guess" I said from the piano "You went shopping"

"I just saw a lot of awesome clothes, very cool, and they were all your side!" she said excited, again behaving like a teenager and Eli laughed. She gave me the two bags and then ran to the kitchen; I was quite sure that I liked all the clothes in there, even if I hadn't seen them yet.

I walked upstairs and left the bags in my bedroom, then I went to the kitchen and took Eli in my arms

"Hello pretty baby" I said and she touched my cheek with her hands softly.

"Ally, listen… Tonight, your father and I are going to a party, it's your father's boss's job. I have no idea who that is, politics are complicated, but whatever, I'm going with him. Is it a problem if you stay here alone with Eli?"

"No, don't worry… Dougie's coming anyway"

"Oh, right, I forgot about him" she winked at me "I'll go get dress, Jackson's coming home in a while"

I played the piano for a couple of hours after I ate dinner; Elizabeth was already sleeping and I was trying not to die of excitement while I waited for Dougie. I'd also got on Dougie's twitter; I didn't know much about that website, but I was curious, so I went to Jackson's computer and opened that website. There was a little comment that said: 'I dare you to be hotter than her' and it had a link next to that. I clicked on it and saw a picture of me, the one Dougie was taken this afternoon. I read the comments below, many where asking if I was his girlfriend, many weren't very nice really, other agreed that I was pretty. I turned off the computer when I heard a knock in the door and run downstairs.

"Who is it?" I asked before opening the door.

"Me"

"Me who?" I said smiling, I'd already recognized Dougie's voice.

"Oh, come on, open the door, it's freezing"

I opened the door and sat in the couch. He kind of fell over the couch and sighed.

"Long day?" I asked.

"No, I just ate a lot of sandwiches" he said and smiled "Why is the house so quiet?"

"My parents are gone and Eli is sleeping" I said.

"So we are… alone?"

"Yes"

He looked at me with sweet eyes and blushed, I felt excitement running through my veins, I was sure we were thinking about the same thing. It was as if I could feel the glory of this love burning my skin, asking me to give him everything, the desire had overpowered my mind, I deeply needed to kiss him again.

"What do you want to do?" I said, my voice trembling in the beginning, it made me feel stupid.

"I have a few ideas…" he said softly as he sat closer to me. I froze and probably blushed.

"A few?"

"Well, one actually"

I laughed anxiously "And what's that brilliant idea?"

"Well…" he lend forward, our lips were only inches away, he still smelt awesome, though I was pretty sure I could smell food too "Do I have permission to kiss you, ma'am?"

I smiled a little bit and nodded once. He put his hand behind my neck and softly lend a little bit more. His lips felt as amazing as the last time I'd had the pleasure to touch them with mine… I was starting to think that they felt even better now.

Suddenly I stopped and put my hand over Doug's mouth. He looked at me confused, but I was paying attention to me, I was listening carefully; someone else was in the house.