Jessi

The moment we touched down in London. That is when everything got crazy. The paparazzi had been waiting for us at the airport. Unbeknownst to me and Dougie, there were pictures of us kissing at New Year all over the papers here and as well as that some pictures from a photoshoot Dougie had done before we left New York had been leaked too. That wouldn't have been so bad except again unknown to both of us the pictures had been taken while he and I talked between shots, the one where he squeezed my ass seemed to be the main one people were focused on.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay at my house?" Dougie asked for about the tenth time when we pulled up outside my hotel.

"I'll be fine here besides if somebody sees me arriving at yours it'll just make everything a million times worse." I sighed.

"Okay, well call me if you change your mind?" He leaned over and gently kissed my lips.

"I will do." I grabbed my bag and climbed out the car and hurried into the hotel. There was just one thing on my mind, only one person's thoughts on all this that really mattered to me. I didn't want Harry to find out like this. I'd tried to call him several times after New Year but he never answered. I headed to the lift once I'd checked in and pulled out my phone. Pick up, Harry. Please pick up!

But just like before there was no answer. I didn't know what else to do. I suppose I could find out where he is and go speak to him but if he didn't even answer my phone call, then I doubt he'd want to see me. I let myself into my hotel room and closed the door behind me. What the hell have you done, Jessi?

I almost jumped out of my skin as I heard my phone ring in my hand. I looked down and my heart started racing when I saw it was Harry.

"Hi!" I answered, not knowing what to expect.

"HI? Fucking Hi? Is that it?" He yelled.

"Obviously, hi isn't all I was going to say." I snapped. "It's generally how people start a conversation though."

"What the fuck is this shit, Jess?" He was still yelling.

"I'm sorry. I tried to call you."

"Well, you didn't try hard enough." He snapped.

"You never answered." I snapped back.

"Well, how was I supposed to know you were going to tell me you were off fucking Dougie fucking Poynter?" He was back to yelling.

"I'm not - we haven't." I trailed off and for a moment neither of us said anything.

"Do you know what really pisses me off?" He yelled at me again.

"N-no" I sighed, wishing he'd stop yelling at me.

"What really pisses me off is you broke up with me because you supposedly didn't like the press intrusion, right?" He didn't pause long enough for me to answer. "And now here you are snogging the face off Dougie in front of the paps and posing for a fucking photo shoot. So tell me, Jess, was it just me you didn't want to be seen with? Months I spent beating myself up for subjecting you to that and it turns out it was just a load of bullshit!"

"That's not true - I -" I tried to protest.

"Are you trying to say those photos are fake? Don't bullshit me, Jess, I know you well enough to know it's you in those photos." He seriously hadn't stopped yelling.

"That's not what I'm saying. Can you let -"

"Well then, what are you saying? You know what? Forget it! Just leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to hear from you ever again, you got it?" I felt my heart physically stop beating, like someone had ripped it from my chest, leaving nothing but a great big hole.

"Harry, please don't-"

"Goodbye Jess!" And with that he hung up. Tears were streaming down my face when a knock on the door startled me. I didn't want to open the door. I didn't want to see anyone, I just wanted everything to stop. I wanted to rewind the clock twelve months and for everything to be how it was.

"Jessi, it's only me." I recognised Dougie's voice and selfishly I rushed to answer. I needed a hug. "I know you said you'd be okay but-" He stopped talking as soon as I opened the door.

"Shit! Babe! What happened?" He held me tight and used his scarf to dry my tears.

"I - Harry - big - fight." My crying was impeding my explanation. He closed the door behind him and pulled me over to the armchair, sitting me down in his lap and cradling me in his arms.

"It's okay. Don't talk. Just breathe. It'll be okay." He stroked my back as I soaked his shoulder with tears.

"Babe, you know Harry didn't mean that. People say all kinds of shit when they are angry." Dougie said once I'd managed to calm down and tell him what happened.

"Maybe he did and maybe he's right. Maybe I should just leave him alone." I sighed.

"Well, don't make any rash decisions. You should see how you feel in the morning." He said. I don't think he realised it really didn't matter what I decided. I couldn't force Harry to speak to me. "Are you still planning to go to Manchester tomorrow?"

"Shit! I hadn't even thought about that!" What if Anne and Robin didn't want to see me anymore? I started to freak out again.

"Hey, stop! Don't worry about it. We can deal with it all in the morning, yeah?" He smiled, and I nodded. Seriously, he had to stop being so nice to me, I didn't deserve it but I had one final selfish request to ask him.

"Dougie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay here tonight? I don't want to be by myself." I nervously bit my lip, waiting for his reply.

"If you want me to, then yeah?" He nodded.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Okay. Well, I think I might use the bathroom before bed." He pushed me off his lap so he could stand up.

"Okay." I replied and started to get ready once he entered the bathroom. Normally I'd wear one of Harry's old t-shirts, if I wasn't naked, but that felt weird since Dougie was here so I pulled out a Yoga Vest to wear with my pants. I folded my clothes neatly once I was changed and waited for Dougie to finish in the bathroom so I could pee and brush my teeth.

"Fucking hell, Jess!" Dougie exclaimed as he walked out the bathroom. "Are you trying to torture me?"

I giggled at his response and quickly did everything I needed to in the bathroom, including tying my hair up out of the way. When I walked back into the bedroom, all the lights were out except the lamp on my bedside table. Dougie was lying on his back, his eyes closed and he was still fully dressed. Apart from his shoes and socks.

"Aren't you going to be too hot with all of that on?" I asked as I climbed into the bed.

"I'll be fine." He replied, his eyes still closed.

"Dougie." I giggled, nudging him as I lay down on my stomach and watched him.

"Shhh... we're supposed to be sleeping." He whispered.

"Dougie." I giggled, inching closer to him. This time he said nothing. "Doug!" I poked the scar from his lip ring, I found it oddly interesting.

"Jesus, Jessi!" His eyes flew open, and I planted my lips on his.

"Hi." I smiled once I'd pulled away.

"Is that what you wanted?" He smirked.

"Maybe. And a hug?" I smiled.

"Come here, then." He patted his chest, and I happily lay my head where he suggested, a feeling of comfort washing over me as he put his arm around me. It wasn't the same kind of comfort Harry could give me, closer to the kind of comfort Zayn gave me when he hugged me.

"Seriously though, aren't you going to melt in all those clothes?" I asked.

"You just want a peek at my body." He chuckled.

"Well, it is a damn fine body, it'd be rude not to." I smirked into his chest. My head slid down onto the bed as he suddenly sat up and pulled off his t-shirt.

"Happy?" He smirked, lying back down. "Ouch! Did you just bite me?" He chuckled.

"Nope, I don't know what you're talking about." I giggled, the tips of my fingers touching the edge of his tattoo.

"Night Jessi." He said, kissing the top of my head.

"Night Doug." I whispered.

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A few weeks later and I was on my way back up to Holmes Chapel via Manchester. I'd spend the week there and head back to London at the weekend. Things were going well with Dougie but I couldn't help but feel a little down as today would have been mine and Harry's second anniversary. I still hadn't heard from him and Anne and Robin didn't mention him much, although I got the impression they were hiding something from me.

I was over halfway there when my phone suddenly started blowing up. There was a message from Lori that said "Don't look at your phone". It was a bit late for that now, considering I had to pick up my phone to read that. So apparently Harry had a new lady friend. Ignoring Lori's advice I opened the first article that had been linked to me and my eyes scanned the pictures first. They were holding hands. She was blonde, tall like him, super slim. Pretty. My eyes scanned the article, Camille was her name, Victoria's Secret model was her game. Very original Harold! I think it's safe to say he has a type. Apparently they'd been dating for a month, hold on that can't be right! That would mean he lied to me at Christmas when he said he wasn't seeing anyone. That would mean we'd had sex while he was supposedly with this other girl. Asshole! I slammed my phone back down on the table and had to immediately pick it back up when it started to ring.

"Hey Babe, you in Manchester yet?" Dougie's cheery voice sang.

"Not yet. I don't suppose you want to come up here tonight. I'd make it worth your while?" I smirked, trying to push Harry from my mind.

"I don't think I can. I have a shoot early tomorrow." He replied.

"In case I wasn't making myself clear, I wanna fuck you." I smiled.

"Jessi!" He scolded. "I already told you I don't want to force you."

"Christ sake, will you stop treating me like a child? I'm a grown ass woman. I know what I'm doing." I snapped at him.

"Maybe I wouldn't treat you like a child if you didn't act like one!" He countered.

"Fuck off, Grandpa!" I hung up on him. He was right, I was behaving like a child, a petulant child who was having a hissy fit because they didn't get what they wanted.

"I'm sorry." I quickly texted him.

"I'll call you later." I sighed as I put my phone away, my body pressing into my seat as felt even more pissed off and frustrated than I was a few moments ago.

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I was sat with Robin and Anne watching a movie, I'd forgotten its name, I wasn't really paying it much attention. I heard my phone notification tone and reluctantly picked it up. I kept hoping it was Doug but every time it was just more photos of Harry and his girlfriend. I grinned as I realised this time it was Dougie.

"So I'm somewhere called the Vicarage, I hope you know how to find it because I don't have a clue?"

"I know where it is." I couldn't stop smiling, he was really here.

"Guys, do you mind if I go out?" I asked.

"Of course you can, Love." Robin smiled.

"It's not a prison." Anne smiled too. "Are you meeting Jamie and Fred?"

"Uhm. No. Actually Doug is here. He's staying at the Vicarage." I answered nervously.

"Aw Sweetheart, he didn't have to book a hotel. He could have stayed here." Anne said, and I believed she meant it but that would feel way too weird.

"So when are we going to meet this Dougie?" Robin grinned.

"Maybe soon." I smiled.

"Do you know what time you'll be back?" The longer this went on, the more they sounded like my parents but I didn't mind it, it was kinda nice.

"Not sure." I said, walking towards the door, now I had my shoes on.

"Okay. Well, take Harry's key so you can let yourself back in." Robin pointed towards the key hook. I grabbed the key, my hoodie and my phone and said goodbye.

"I'm on my way." I sent the message, and I instantly felt like a teenager rushing off to meet the boy I liked. I pulled on my hoodie and sighed as I realised I'd grabbed one of Harry's by mistake. Just perfect. I rolled my eyes, but I wasn't about to go back and change it. I'd waited far too long for Dougie to agree to this. I was horny as hell and slightly pissed off and I just wanted to be fucked, to have a few blissful moments where everything felt right with the world.

I waved as I saw Dougie waiting outside for me and I couldn't help but quicken my pace. I rushed into his arms and planted my lips on his, he slowly traced his tongue along the inside of my lips and I almost let out a moan, right there, in the middle off the street.

"Come on. It's fucking freezing out here." He groaned, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside and up the stairs. I hurried after him, determined to make it past second base.

He pulled me inside the room and closed the door behind us before he slammed me up against it, his body pressed up against mine. I opened my mouth to speak, but he placed his hand over my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growled. I liked this Dougie. He removed his hand slowly and then picked me up by the shoulders and once he let me go I let out a gasp. He'd hooked the hoodie on the door hook so the tips of my toes were barely touching the floor.

"You're so fucking impatient." He growled, stepping back from me as I tried to wrap my legs around him.

"Impatient? Are you serious? -"

"HEY! I didn't say you could talk." His eyes raked over my body as if I was already naked. I kicked hard against the door in frustration but I quickly realised that wasn't a good idea as the hoodie almost strangled me.

"Calm down, babe. Or you will hurt yourself." His voice was softer, and a smirk played on his lips.

"D-"

"Shh... I don't want you to make a single sound." He pressed his body up against mine and whispered in my ear. I bit my lip to stop a whimper escaping my mouth as he pressed his hardening bulge into me, teasingly. He dropped to his knees and my entire body shivered with anticipation. He slipped off my shoes and socks before turning his attention to my jeans. He undid the button and slid down my zipper achingly slowly, my body squirming against the door. I couldn't stop the whimper from leaving my lips as he stood up and stepped back from me again.

"Look at you, such a hot fucking mess." He ran a finger down my cheek and held my chin so my gaze was locked to his. "I could do anything I want with you right now." He took a step closer. "Does that scare you?" He inched closer still, and I fought every instinct in my body telling me to wrap my legs around him and never let him move. "I don't think it does, does it? Such a naughty fucking girl." I tried to stop the smirk appearing on my lips.

"Is this what you want?" I let out some sort of animalistic noise as he roughly pressed on my clit, his hand slipping between my jeans and pants. I felt like I could scream when he took his hand away again but then he started to pull off my jeans. Quickly followed by my pink lacey underwear. The cool air made me tingle. I flinched a little as he began to bite up my legs, his mouth sucking hard when he reached my thighs. I knew he was leaving bruises, marking his territory.

"Fuck Dougie!" I gasped as he licked up my core and then blew on me, it made me shiver. He repeated the action, and I swear I heard his smirk.

"You taste so nice." He growled. His tongue now teasing at my entrance. I was so horny I thought I might pass out when he eventually gave me what I needed. His tongue slid inside me and his thumb started drawing circles on my clit.

"Fuck!" I sighed.

"I told you to be quiet." He mumbled while eating me out, the vibrations bringing me even closer to release. My hands tangled themselves in his hair just in case he left me hanging again. But he suddenly stood up, and I honestly wanted to throttle him but he smashed his lips onto mine and kissed me like it was his last kiss. I could hear him fumbling with his jeans and I let out a gasp as he pushed himself into me. He pulled out slowly and then teased his way back in again, moans falling from my lips like water dripping from a tap.

"So fucking hard for you." He growled, grabbing my thighs which I happily wrapped around his body. He pressed his lips back on mine as he thrust in and out and I hadn't even noticed he'd unhooked me until we were falling backwards onto the bed, the feeling had me dizzy. I was hot and sweaty since only my bottom half was undressed but I didn't care, I could feel my long awaited orgasm building in every inch of my body.

I arched my back off the bed as he thrust harder and deeper, his hand harshly squeezing my breasts through my clothes.

"Doug - I'm so - fucking close." I panted, his face was glistening with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, he looked sexy as hell.

"Me too - fuck - me too." His hand moved down my clothed stomach until his fingers worked my clit into a frenzy. "You're so - fucking - sexy." He panted and with one more thrust into me, my orgasm made my whole body spasm. I felt Dougie release inside of me before he collapsed on top of me. We both lay there panting, his head resting on my chest.

"Doug, can you get off me, please?" I asked once I'd recovered my voice.

"Sorry, Babe. I didn't mean to flatten you." He chuckled.

"It's not that. I'm going to suffocate if I don't get this stuff off soon." I giggled, gesturing to my t-shirt and hoodie.

"Sorry, let me help you." He grinned, helping me pull off the rest of my clothes before he finished taking off the rest of his clothes too. That felt better. He dropped down on the bed beside me and pulled me on top of him, making me giggle. I rested my chin on his chest, gazing up at his face and smiled as his fingers drummed on my lower back. I poked my finger into his lip ring scar.

"Why are you so fascinated by that?" He chuckled, playfully biting my finger.

"I don't know, it's weirdly perfect." I smiled, placing a kiss to his chest. I had several photos of his mouth on my phone because I found that teeny scar so pretty.

"You're perfect." He grinned.

"Shut up, you look like an angel." I smirked.

"If angels looked like giant nerds." He chuckled. "And this isn't the reason I drove all the way up here, by the way." His hand squeezed my bottom.

"Sure. I'll believe you, Doug." I giggled. He flipped me over and had me pinned underneath him.

"I'm serious. I was worried about you. You sounded stressed." He stroked my hair.

"Less stressed now." I smirked. "How long can you stay?"

"I moved my shoot so I can stay until tomorrow night if you like?" He smiled.

"That would be nice." I kissed his lips. I enjoyed having him here but again I was stuck on nice, he still wasn't giving me butterflies.

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"Doug!" I giggled as he pinched my ass. "Stop it!" I smirked as he pinched the other side.

"You know I like you, right?" Dougie said quietly.

"Well, duh!" I laughed, gesturing to our naked bodies, tangled up in bed together.

"Babe, come here." He pulled me up, so I was facing him. "You're amazing." He cupped my face in his hands.

"And so are you. We're pretty good at this." I smiled, pinning him down on the bed.

"Jess... I'm trying to be serious." He sat back up, his arms wrapping around me so I didn't fall over.

"Why so serious?" I giggled at my terrible Joker impersonation and then gently bit at his bottom lip.

"You're such a nerd!" He chuckled.

"Takes one to know one!" I smiled.

"Seriously though, Jess, I think - no I -"

"Doug! Stop -" I pressed my lips to his to keep him quiet. I knew where this was going and I wasn't ready for it. I don't know if I ever would be.

"Fuck, I love you." He said as he broke the kiss. Shit! And there it was, hanging in the air like a giant grenade. "Hey, where are you going?" I hadn't even noticed I'd moved to the edge of the bed.

"I - uhm - I - should go." I got up off the bed and began searching for my clothes.

"Jess." He sighed. I picked up his jeans by mistake and quickly dropped them back on the floor. I had to get out of here. My breathing was becoming more and more rapid, I couldn't think straight. Why did he have to say that?

"Jessi, where are you going? Just chill, yeah?" He reached out for my arm but I pulled it out of his reach. I stumbled backwards as I tried to put on my jeans, my head was going fuzzy.

"Babe, just listen to me." He tried to reach out for me again but I pushed his hand away. "Jessi, chill." He stood up and grabbed me by the shoulders and all I could do was shake my head. This wasn't happening. "Stop! You're going to give yourself a heart attack or something. I didn't say it so you'd say it back." His hands moved to cup my cheeks, "I don't need you to say it." He gently kissed my nose.

"Wha - why? I - I don't understand." I stuttered out but my breathing had calmed a little.

"Look, I understand if you're not there yet, which clearly you aren't since you couldn't get out of here quick enough." He chuckled but I could tell he was hurt.

"Doug, I like you. I really do -"

"That's all I need to know." He planted his lips on mine and rather than leave like I knew I should, I was weak and selfish and gave in to him, kissing him back twice as hard.