Part Seven

"'Sup Bre." Dougie greeted me at the door the following evening

"'Sup Doug." I imitated him as I entered the house, taking off my billabong cap and unzipping my jacket which he took off me to hang up.

"I see you worked your matchmaking magic pretty quickly." he said. "High five young Judd."

"It was nothing to do with me." I answered clapping my palm against his. "All down to dad. Very embarrassing actually. Talking about how and when and where I was conceived. It was terrible. Very, very embarrassing."

"Yeah, Harry's good at that. In general." Dougie laughed as we walked into the living room.

"Weird as well." I said. "Mum and dad talking to each other, being in the same room. I never thought I'd get to see that ever. It was great."

Dougie nodded in understanding and switched the TV on.

"Doug! Tink's gone into labour!" Came a yell. A man entered the room. Ack why was everyone so frigging tall these days? I recognised him immediately. Another member of McFly. Danny Jones.

"Dan this is.." Dougie began.

"Brenna." I finished off.

"You're Harry's?!" Danny exclaimed. "I'm Danny. The guy that your dad makes look beautiful."

"Who's Tink?" I asked.

"Tom's Mrs." The two men both said simultaneously.

"He's bricking it." Danny laughed.

"Why? They already have a kid together." Dougie said looking rather puzzled.

"cause they think it might be twins. I can imagine the look on his face when they told him that!" Danny said.

"Before or after he passed out?" Dougie smirked.

What is it with this guy's cruel humour?

And why do I find it strangely attractive?

"So Where's Judd Senior tonight?" Danny asked as we all sat infront of the TV.

"On a date." Dougie replied.

"With my mum." I finished off.

Danny looked at us for a few moments blankly, then got up.

"I knew I was forgetting something." He looked at his watch rather worriedly.

"Why, what have you forgotten?" Dougie eyed him rather suspiciously.

"I'm taking this girl out for a drink, then we're going to take it back to my place." He winked and grabbed at his jacket with had previously been slung across the back of the sofa. "It's been nice meeting you Brenna." He brought my hand to his lips.

"You never kiss my hand." Dougie pouted, and for a brief few seconds I did believe him to be serious.

"Ah, but Doug, you and me both know that I wouldn't be able to stop at just your hand." Danny replied, laughing rather hoarsely at his own joke afterwards. "Anyway, I'm off to pick up Kim... Yeah, Kim.. I think that's what her name was." And with that he left the room, then the house.

Part Fourteen

"Is he always such a man whore, and do you guys always dismiss an event such as labour as uninteresting?" I asked. Well, it was more like thinking out loud. How many times do I have to tell myself to not do that. I swear my mouth has a mind of it's own.

"Do you always say what's on your mind?" Dougie replied with his own question.

"yes." I answered bluntly, but truthfully.

"Okay then. What do you think of me?" He turned his body towards me, pulling his knees to his chest, clasping his hands around them. "And be honest."

"Okay." I imitated his body language as I sat opposite him on the sofa, my knees drawn up to my chest, slightly crossed at my feet. "I think you're still a teenager at heart and you don't want to get old."

"Everyone think's like that." He interrupted. I ignored him and chose to continue.

"I think you make sarcastic and hurtful remarks about people before they have a chance to injure you in the same way." I said. "I think you're only quiet because you enjoy observing the surroundings and the people in it."

Dougie was silent, his mouth agape and acting very much like a goldfish.

Opening.

Closing.

Opening.

Closing...

"I think you're scared. You have so many broken relationships because you're frightened of getting so close to someone to actually realise they could be perfect for you. You're too used to being alone in that sense, and to actually find that something scares the Sh!t out of you." I finished off. "Now, if you'll excuse me I'm off to bed." I muttered, leaving Dougie to wallow on what I'd just said.

I had been way too harsh. Although, he had told me to be honest. And I had been. Brutally infact. I'm not too sure that he appreciated it though...

"How did you know all of that?!" Dougie caught up with me on the staircase, grabbing my wrist to face him.

"Because it's easy to identify my own character traits in other people." I replied simply and left him to stand on the stairs. Alone.