Hello my children :D

It must seem like AGES since I posted the last chapter of this, and I really am sorry because it HAS been ages :P

Honestly, I lost inspiration, until I got a PM from AroundTheClock encouraging me to write this chapter. You have her to thank, and I do too, because otherwise I doubt this would have ever been written :)

Thank you sweetie :D

Alas, the time has come. This is the final chapter, because I believe I found a nice place to finish x3

As McFly said, "The time has come to say goodbye... (etc)... this is the end, but baby don't you cry." You guys know there'll be more fics, so don't fret.
But for now, enjoy this one!

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I love you guys, I really do, and thank you for giving me your time for this fic :'D

I pulled away from Dougie's lips with a kind of regret. They were so soft, and I already began to feel some withdrawal symptoms from not being attached to him. The look on his face told me he wanted the contact back too, but then he grinned beautifully and it made me the happiest man alive.

"This is so weird," he giggled. "We're guys!"

I smirked and pulled his waist even closer. "I know, but I'm enjoying this far more than I would with a girl."

He appreciated my gesture and wrapped his own arms around my chest. He leaned his head just on my neck and said, "you need to be getting some rest silly. Tom's gonna get well angry otherwise and not let you play tonight."

The look on his face reminded me of a puppy, and I felt so bad. "Okay then. You head back and I'll see you later." I said with a smile, and kissed him gently on the nose.

A shocked expression now graced the gorgeous features, but then a soft smile that lit up the room. "Danny..?" He said, making full eye contact.

"Yeah Doug?"

"I love you." His eyes stayed connected with mine, and he looked completely serious.

One of my hands worked its way up from Dougie's waist to his face, where it delicately brushed a cheek and a slight dimple when he smiled from the action. I looked down at him. "You know what? I love you too. I really, really do."

Looking incredibly happy with himself, Dougie bounced off and nearly hit himself on the doorframe. He turned back, pulled a funny face as if to say 'how silly of me', and continued on his journey. I love that boy.

A few minutes later, I was playing my guitar when Tom came into my flat. He pushed open the bedroom door ever so slowly, expecting to find me asleep. I was glad he didn't come a few minutes earlier; I don't think Doug or I are ready to tell anyone just yet.

"DANNY JONES, THIS DOES NOT LOOK LIKE RESTING!" He shrieked, looking completely outraged that I wasn't taking the opportunity to sleep. He pointed to the bed, ignoring my initial look of surprise that was still plastered on my face. "GET. IN. BED. NOW."

"…But…"

"NOW DANNY. Or I won't let you play tonight. It's that simple."

It was so amusing; he sounded like an angry parent. I took one look at his red face and burst into a fit of hysteric laughter. It just made my head pound more than it already was, but it was so worth it. The corner of Tom's mouth began to twitch- I knew he was trying his best not to laugh but failing miserably.

"You think I'm joking Danny? I'm not joking. If you're not in a fit state, I won't let you play. And if you don't play, we don't play and I'll have to cancel the gig and say it's your fault. Capische?"

I stopped laughing and read the premature age lines in his face. He wasn't joking. "Okay I'll go to sleep. But I'm not tired, I swear."

"Come on Dan." Tom lifted the corner of my duvet and I clambered in bed, fully clothed. As soon as my head hit the pillow my thoughts clouded and I realised just how tired I actually was. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tom grin. Then he went out of the room, and the door sounded muffled as it shut. I must have gone to sleep pretty soon after that, because I never had any conscious thought until I woke up later that afternoon.

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I awoke to find Dougie perched on the end of my bed, looking at the ceiling. It appeared he had been waiting for me to wake up, so I shuffled purposefully to let him know I was now conscious.

"Hello sleepy! You ready to play tonight?" Dougie asked, and he pulled himself closer to me.

I actually did feel a lot better after my sleep, and that awful headache had finally gone. I leapt out of bed and hugged Dougie lovingly before finding some tour-appropriate clothes to dump on the bus. "Damn right I'm ready!"

And you know what? I felt more ready than I ever had done. That's probably because Dougie didn't know what I had planned for that very evening.

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I was sat in a chair in my dressing room, facing a wide mirror surrounded by light bulbs. One of them flickered, and it was really pissing me off. The woman styling my hair remained nameless, and that's how I wanted it to stay. It didn't help though, that she was chatting in my ear while I was trying to think about what I had to do later on.

"…So like I say, my daughter's a really big fan of yours, and it would make her life if you could just talk to her for a little while." As she spoke, she emphatically pulled my hair about and twisted each individual curl to cover my forehead.

I drummed my fingers on the table in front of me, and pretended not to hear.

"…Danny?" She was leaning in closer, close enough so that one of her huge boobs brushed my shoulder. It wasn't that I was ungrateful for her daughter being a fan, I mean, I love to do anything for fans but this woman was pushing it too far. Not only that, but we don't have time to meet people other than competition winners. I didn't really feel like explaining that to her.

"Sorry, I'm really tired." I said, by way of apology.

"That's completely understandable; you took a really bad blow to the head the other night!" She said it like I didn't know.

Thing is, she was actually doing a really good job of my hair so I didn't want to get rid of her. I just couldn't wait to get on stage, where I was untouchable.

"There you go honey, you're all done!" It felt like I'd been there an hour, but I looked at the clock and it had only been ten minutes. "Now, remember what I said about my daughter!" She added, and I smiled.

"Of course," I said sincerely and smiled at her this time. As I walked out of the room, I saw her blush and fan herself with a make-up brush. I still forget I have that effect on women, even though I'm gay.

I knocked on the door of Harry's dressing room, and I went inside to find all the guys in there playing the X-Box. It was unusual for Tom to be playing it, but I grabbed a controller and joined in. I don't think they even noticed I was there until I beat them all by a mile.

"Oh, hey Danny." Tom said, still engrossed in the telly screen. "How long until we go on stage?"

I tried to make eye-contact, but he was so close to the screen that the light must have been giving him a tan. I decided to play a little trick.

"Oh, you know, about…" I looked at the clock, "…eight minutes?" I smirked, but thankfully no one saw.

Tom dropped the controller but his face remained the same. Then his jaw dropped almost as far as the controller had, and he jumped to his feet. "SHIT! WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?" He proceeded to flap his hands, and I mean actually flap. Harry snorted in laughter as Tom legged it out of the room, and Dougie rolled over onto his back and burst out laughing just as much.

We could hear doors slamming all the way down the corridor as Tom went to check our instruments for the last time, and then the slamming doors came back towards us as he realised he'd been fooled.

The door burst open, and Tom's face was the same colour as his cherry red Flying-V. He spoke quietly and dangerously. "Isn't this interesting Danny? I went to do a final check, and one of the sound managers told me we still have another hour until we go on stage."

I stared at him, and grinned slowly. Tom didn't grin back.

"Oh man, you're so gonna pay for that." Then he leapt at me and pinned me to the floor. Echoes of our auditions for a drummer pulsed through my head and I couldn't help but smile. It occurred to Tom as well, and he laughed. He flopped on top of me, and Dougie's expression grew darker. I winked reassuringly at my boyfriend and he beamed happily. Climbing off me, Tom said, "We're never gonna grow up, are we?"

"Not as long as we keep winding each other up," I said, and switched the X-Box off. "Come on guys, we really do need to get ready now."

We all got changed pretty quickly apart from Tom. "Which t-shirt shall I wear?" He asked, holding up two for us to see. "Star Wars or Ghostbusters?"

Harry sighed, and threw a drumstick at the blond. "Just bloody get dressed, before I come over there and dress you myself. We've got more to worry about than how nerdy Thomas Fletcher is feeling today."

Dougie leaned across to Tom and whispered, "I think the Star Wars one." Tom nodded gratefully and skulked back to his dressing room.

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It was almost that time in the set for Falling In Love once again, and the butterflies had well and truly settled in my stomach.

Tom leaned down for his water bottle and winked at me. That wink meant he would be telling mine and Dougie's 'love story' once again, and I was glad. That's exactly what I had been planning.

The screaming of the audience seemed to blur together in my mind, and as Tom began to tell the story, I zoned out. All I could hear was my guitar playing a gentle tune, and all I could see was Dougie's unsuspecting face. I smiled at him, and he grinned back. I heard a few solitary screams from the crowd, and I knew there were some girls who could see the chemistry between us.

Tom's story was nearing the end. I took a deep breath and waited for my cue.

"…Those two lovers were Danny and Dougie. This is their song, and it's called Falling In Love."

I strode over to Dougie, and instead of first placing my hand over his mouth, I just kissed him firmly on the lips. One of my hands found its way to the back of his head, and the other wrapped around waist. Initially there was silence. I couldn't believe it; for the first time, there was silence in that massive arena.

Finally, I heard one squeal of delight, and I saw about a million camera flashes through my closed eyes. Dougie responded, and slipped his tongue in between my lips. I was so close to saying fuck it to the concert and dragging him into the nearest isolated room, but my senses returned and I pulled away.

I looked round, and several of the girls near the front had fainted. Most were crying, and even Tom had tears welling in his eyes. Harry had dropped both drumsticks and was simply staring in shock. I grinned happily and pulled Dougie into a reassuring hug, and he gripped tighter than ever before.

As I was hugging him, I felt his little body shudder. I pushed him back and saw he was crying hard. At the same time though, he was smiling broadly. "What's wrong?" I asked, and he laughed through tears at the concern on my face.

"I'm so happy Danny. I swear I've never been happier." All at once I felt a rush of love for him stronger than I'd ever felt before. It flooded into my stomach and overtook my whole body, and I immediately felt I was just living for him. Nobody else would ever be as important, and I started crying too.

He hugged me, and then someone else did too. Finally another pair of hands gripped me tightly and I realised it was Tom and Harry. They were sobbing just as hard, and Tom said to us, "You guys are so stupid," whilst brushing tears from his cheeks.

"Why's that?" I sniffled, and he laughed.

"You left your microphone on." I glanced at the audience and thousands of girls were crying on each others' shoulders. Some from happiness, but others from the realisation that their idols and 'future husbands' were gay.

After that, the show happened to be the best I've ever played, even to this day. We had connected with the crowd, and we had connected with each other on a much higher level than we'd ever done, and it showed. When the final note had been played, we dumped our instruments and bowed, before strolling off the stage. On the way, we threw our towels and plectrums into the sea of screaming girls.

I wound my arm round Dougie's waist, and pulled him towards me protectively. Then I planted a gentle kiss on the side of head. This gained a few last screams from the front of the audience as they saw us walk hand in hand out of sight.

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Another interview. Except this time, the sun was streaming in through a large window, and I was safely linked with Dougie's. His fingers sat comfortably in mine, and he gazed off into the distance while Tom and I dealt with the more technical questions.

The girl asking us the questions was a pretty brunette, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry eyeing her up. She subconsciously flirted with him, catching his eye every now and then and smiling gorgeously.

Her eye caught mine, and she smiled in a different way; motioning to mine and Dougie's interlinked hands. I could see she was keen to talk about the subject, but she had other questions to ask first. She switched her attention to Tom once again, and asked, "So Tom, with Super Records don't you have the potential to keep going for as long as you want?"

Tom sat up, and pulled his trousers slightly. He did that when he was thinking. "Yeah of course; well, that's what we're hoping anyway. We have nobody to tell us what to do, and you know, nobody can sack us either!"

She giggled, and once again glanced across to Harry. He winked at her, and she blushed furiously. Once she realised we were waiting for her to ask another question, she cleared her throat and diverted her attention fully to Dougie and I.

Smiling sweetly at Dougie, she asked him, "You really love him, huh?"

"Yup." He replied simply, looking up at me with a dazed sort of grin.

She grinned again, and nearly squealed with the excitement. From behind the camera, her boss gave her the evils, and so she cleared her throat once again. Now facing me, she asked a new question. "Danny, how did you come to love Dougie?"

I put my arm fully around my boyfriend's shoulders, and kissed him delicately on the temple. Tom and Harry both leaned forward, as they themselves weren't even sure of where the whole love affair had come from. Knowing I had the whole room's full attention, I replied with a smile, "You know what? It all started with an audition…"

*Sniff*

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