All of My Love (3/7) -- Pones
Title: All of My Love
Author: sevenphalanges
Part: 3/7
Pairing: Pones
Rating: Still 16
Warnings: Drunk!McFly
Summary: Dougie reluctantly goes out with the guys and feels like an idiot for it.
Word Count: 1,816
Notes: --
Disclaimer: Not true. But it should be.
Another thing that I would like added to the record other than Harry's participation in my lifelong corruption is that I didn't vote "YES" on the ingenious idea of going to the pub. For starters, I don't like to drink. I mean, yeah, occasionally, I do, but only for celebrations, and last time I checked, the death of the most amazing and memorable homosexual wizard in all of everything did not call for a round on Danny. But of course, nobody asked me my opinion, and that's how I wound up in a hot, stuffy bar with a bunch of drunks. Two of those drunks, of course, were Judd and Jones.
We sat at a round table, beer bottles littering the surface so that I couldn't even see the brown table top. I don't really remember when Harry and Danny, mostly Danny, had decided to become border-line alcoholics, but they had, and it was a little unsettling. Tom and I were probably the only ones in the entire pub besides the bartenders that were sober. Hell, I wasn't even sure if Tom was completely sober, because it only took a few beers to get him all juiced up, and he'd already had two. It put a sour feeling in my gut to know that I had to be designated driver. Everyone knows I don't drive well. I also wasn't too keen on the ear-numbingly bad tunes that were making my ears bleed. Sure, they weren't really bleeding, but it felt like it.
Despite my unhappy feelings towards the entire situation, I tried to join in on the laughs. I had to admit, the guys were pretty funny when they couldn't sit in their chairs properly. Plus, well... his laugh was like music to my ears, and not blood-inducing music. Heavenly music.
Danny's laugh rang amongst us as he brought his beer to his lips, taking a large swallow. I stared at his lips for I don’t know how long, completely mesmerized. They just looked so soft, and I tried to imagine what kissing them must feel like. Suddenly, I became embarrassingly jealous of the women he was always reeling in, and wondered if he’d managed to snatch one before the night ended. "I don't think I've ever seen you cry so hard, Tommy!"
Tom's face shifted into a pout, and his bottom lip jutted out. "It was sad! How would you feel if your hero died?" He glared playfully at Danny, and I don't know what it was, but I suddenly saw something in Danny's eyes that I didn't want to see as he looked at Tom. And just like that, I wasn’t so jealous of the questionable girls Danny brought home.
"Your hero?" Harry leaned back in his chair, the legs threatening to give way and sending him falling to the floor. "Why? Because he was a wizard or because he was openly gay?" Harry raised an eyebrow with a smirk, like he knew something we didn't. When Tom's eyes widened and he didn't answer, we all laughed. "And besides," Harry continued with his fifth or sixth beer in his hand, "You knew he was going to die! You've only read the book a million and seven times."
"Yeah, but..." Tom shrank in his chair and bit, twittling his thumbs together slowly, "It was still sad...
Harry sighed with a smile and held up his beer, "To Dumbledore," he muttered, giving Tom a playful nudge. Tom and Danny both held up their beers and clinked them to Harry's with a simultaneous, "To Dumbledore!" Lots of looked over at us, and I felt like an idiot.
We talked about a lot of things after that, and I noticed that the conversations were turning more and more ridiculous as the three of them became more and more drunk off their arses. I wanted to bury my face in the ground when people would look over and give our table a mean stare. I never wanted to be that group; the one that always seemed too loud and obnoxious for their own good. It was then that I decided I really, really needed new friends.
It wasn't until nearly ten o' clock that we all slowly agreed that it was time to go home. Harry was drunk to an unfathomable degree, and it surprised me that he even stood up without falling over and onto his face. Tom was beyond drunk as well, but being modest, sensible Tom, he was able to walk in a somewhat straight line. He could make it to the door without tripping over air, let's put it that way.
Then there was him. I knew he was drunk, of course he was. I'd just sat and watched him down a record ten beers in three hours. There was no way he was even remotely sober, but as I helped Tom lead Harry to the parking lot, the look he gave me set my insides on fire, and I suddenly didn't care so much that he was drunk off his ass. I just wanted to be in his arms, in his bed.
Needless to say, the car ride home was a dangerous one. When you factor in my terrible driving and three completely wasted wankers screaming and flailing in the backseat, you can expect nothing short of a deadly auto accident. Thankfully, we made it home in once piece, and I thanked whatever God was watching over me again.
The next daunting task I had to accomplish without getting myself miserably killed was helping Harry up to his room. I know what you’re thinking. Why couldn’t Harry just stumble drunkenly to his room by himself? Well, that’s just it. He was drunk off his arse, and probably wouldn’t be able to get up the stairs by himself without falling down six or seven times. So, of course, being the great, amazing friends we are, Jones, Fletcher and I practically carried poor Haz to his bed, not leaving him alone until he was tightly tucked beneath his covers.
Tom stopped me in the hallway, and I couldn’t even begin to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth as I watched Danny walk around the corner to his own room. No one will ever be able to convince me, not in a million years, that Danny Jones doesn’t have the perfect arse. It may always be covered by his overly-baggy pants, but it’s there. Oh, I know it’s there. I heard snapping in front of my face, and was torn unhappily from my daze.
“For the only one not hammered, Dougie, you’re acting pretty strange.”
I shook my head slightly and frowned, “Just tired. What were you saying?”
Tom just gave me one of those Tom smiles and suddenly, I didn’t feel so bad. “I was saying that I’m glad you decided to come along today.” I thought I saw him blushing, but that couldn’t have been. I had to have been imagining it. “You know, just because, it wouldn’t have been the same without you.” He looked up at me with a giddy smile and I had to smile back.
“Don’t mention it, Fletch. Now go to bed.” I patted him on the shoulder as he nodded and turned to walk down the hall. I sighed to myself and hoped desperately that I’d imagined that blush on Tom’s cheeks. Things would get extremely and uncomfortably complicated if I didn’t. I simply shook my head, in attempts to rid myself of the thoughts, if only for the night, and turned to walk to my own room with my nice, cozy bed, and cute lizards. Of course, life wasn’t that simple.
There he stood, in the hallway, just staring at me. I could tell he was drunk; the smell of Corona was so strong that I could smell it on his breath from nearly ten feet away. I desperately tried not to look in his eyes as my heart pounded against my ribcage fiercely. Just walk around him, I thought, Just say good night and walk around him. Yeah, because it was that simple.
With my eyes still on the floor, I stepped closer with the intent to shove my past him if I had to, but when I got close enough, he grabbed onto my wrist with a smile. The gesture looked violent, and I’m sure it would worry an on-looker, but his hand was soft, and he only gripped tight enough to get me to look up.
“Hey, Dougs,” he murmured, leaning into me. I backed up, and immediately regretted it when I felt my back hit the wall. Great. I was done for, finished. He looked over me with hungry eyes and I thought the worst. For a moment, I thought he had the intentions of rape, but that’s not the worst part. I thought I was going to like it.
“Hey, D-Dan,” I stammered, trying to inch my way past him, “You should be asleep…”
He simply rolled his eyes at that and leaned into me, our stomachs touching. The butterflies inside my gut went crazy, and I felt like my skin was on fire. It was then that I decided I didn’t want him to let go. I didn’t want to run off to my room to avoid him. My eyes drifted over his shoulder to look at him bedroom door. I wanted in there. I wanted him to throw me onto his bed, rip my clothes off piece-by-piece and have his way with me. Was that really too much to ask?
I looked back up at him just in time to see his lips-those lips that I’d had such a girlish obsession with since day one, those soft, amazing lips-mere inches from my own. My heart pounded so loudly and aggressively that I thought Danny would be able to hear it. Either that, or it would beat so quickly that it would snap my ribs and fly out of my chest, landing on his. I didn’t think either option sounded all that great.
I shuddered when I felt his hand on my hip, dragging me closer. This was it. This was all I ever wanted: some kind of contact, some kind of acknowledgement from this man. I was finally getting it. He ran his lips across my own, barely touching them, and it took all I had in me not to halt his teasing by pressing our lips together; I didn’t want to seem desperate.
He leaned over to my ear, kissing my cheek as he went with soft, delicate kisses that made my eyes flutter. He nuzzled against me for a moment or two before breathing out a small, “Good night, Dougie,” into my ear. It was then that he let go of me and winked, before turning his back to me and walking into his room, shutting the door without another word.
I looked around, wondering if anyone had saw, wondering if I really was drunk, or high, or something. It took me what felt like ages to convince myself of what had happened while I was completely sober. Sliding down the wall, I suddenly felt miserable as I stared at his door. Would it be so terrible to knock and demand to ride his bones? Well, yeah. I sighed quietly and stood after a good ten minutes and headed to my room without another word.
Well, this sucks.