Precious illusions
Title: Precious illusions
Chapter: 1/1
POV: First person, Dougie's POV
Author: stargirl82
Pairing(s)/Character(s): implied Pudd; Dougie Poynter; Danny Jones
Rating: PG
Warnings: hurt/comfort; bit of angst/drama.
Wordcount: 888
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own. All lies. Probably.
Author's note: Because Dougie's so cute that you want to hug him all the time. I'm sorry for hurting him though. *squishes*
Also written for my shiny, new prompt table: #33 Cheating.
Finding Harry in bed with this tramp was the hardest thing I've ever had to get over. I remember standing on the threshold, fingers gripping the door frame so hard my knuckles went white, contrasting the dark colour of the wooden door. My eyes were fixed on the sight in front of me, watching his strong hands tangling with her lighter blondish curls. The lump in my throat was getting bigger and bigger as I stood there and I really just wanted to break down and cry, though I knew that I couldn't. I had to get out of here first.
And this is why I'm currently sitting in Danny's living room, curled up on the comfy leather couch, wearing a pinkish pyjama that's far too big for me but I don't mind at all. My hero, so to speak, is asleep beside me, head resting on my shoulder. He's snoring softly and I smile affectionately at his sleeping face before turning back to the telly. Little blue smurfs are running from evil Gargamel and I reach for my cup of delicious hot chocolate (complete with the tiny marshmallows), taking a sip. The sweet taste invades my mouth, the taste of artificial sugar tickling the taste buds on my tongue. It's comforting. Makes me feel like a little child and I fully expect my mum to show up at any time now. Only she doesn't know that I need her help.
When Harry and I started dating, I was only 15. Way too young to know anything about love, relationships - or sex. Harry's two years older than me, way more experienced and sophisticated. I don't really understand why he chose me of all people. I never have and I probably never will because - let's face it, I'm just quirky, ol' Dougie. There's nothing special about me. Most people consider me weird and I probably am since I have the tendency to speak first and think later. I have a lot of crazy thoughts running through my mind and until I met Harry, Danny and Tom, no one really thought that the things I say are funny. My life has changed so much in the past year. Not only have I joined a band and happen to be really successful these days, I have also found love - or so I thought.
The first few months of our relationship, we saw a lot of each other, but weren't able to actually do anything that normal couples do. There were so many things to do - an album to record, shows, interviews. We hardly had time to sleep. Then things started to slow down a bit and he and I spent more time together, going on dates, holding hands, kissing. Being with him is wonderful. He treats me like a princess and even though that makes me sound incredibly gay, I don't care. I am gay. Or perhaps I'm just gay for him. I don't really care about other guys. There hasn't been a single bloke that I've found attractive. No girls either. I just don't want anyone else.
He always makes sure to buy my favourite brand of chocolate. He brings me little presents, like CDs, a video game or the newest issue of the NME.
I thought we were happy. I certainly was. Up until I saw him with another girl last night. We've never talked about stuff like that, so I don't know if he even fancies girls. It looked like it from where I was standing. But I have to admit that I'm still hoping that it's all some kind of mistake. I'm holding on to my cup of hot, sticky chocolate, gripping the handle as if my life depended on it. And it kind of does.
Tom and Danny have warned me about this relationship affecting the band. I promised that I wouldn't let it get to the point where we're on the verge of a break-up simply because this thing Harry and I have going on doesn't work out. Now I think that a promise like that is stupid. You can't promise not to cry or break down when you're hurt.
I look back at Danny, grateful that he's let me stay at his place without really asking any questions. He gave me exactly what I needed. A place where I feel warm and comfortable and wanted. My band mate's just like that. Sweet and caring and always cheerful. Sometimes I wonder if it's possible to be in a bad mood when he's around. It is when he leaves you alone and lets you wallow in your misery but as soon as he tries to cheer you up and does and says all these ridiculous things to make you smile, you can't help but smile.
It was early evening when I showed up at his door last night. Now it's late afternoon again and Danny's stayed up with me the whole night, making me tea and hot chocolate and feeding me with tons of food and sweets. We watched cartoons all night long, arms around each other as we sat on the couch. It's so very comforting to know that he cares. I squeeze him slightly and bend down to kiss his forehead. He's the best mate a guy could ever ask for.