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24 March 2008 @ 12:22 am
Don't Know What She's Got -- Chapter 1  



“Ooooohhh yess…. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeessss…”

That was the first thing I heard the moment I walked into my flat one night. I rolled my eyes and groaned, lifting my feet up one by one to take off my heels, which I threw in the pile of shoes by the door.

I was knackered from the long day. After being rejected by another job and turning down a second date with another guy, the moaning and banging from the room next to mine was the last thing I needed to hear.

“Hey, Em,” said the voice from the kitchen, which only had a counter to separate itself from the living room and the hallway. I passed the kitchen with aching feet and drooping eyelids without uttering a word, too tired to speak, but I knew without a doubt that Harry was in the kitchen this late at night, looking for something to munch on.

“Danny!” the girl shouted, letting out a laugh afterwards. It was louder now that I was at the door of my room. I stared daggers at the front of his door. That boy could never keep it down.

“I’ve got earplugs if you want ‘em,” said Harry from the kitchen.

“I’ll be fine,” I muttered, opening the door and closing it behind me.

The moaning and laughing was now louder than ever but muffled, only separated by a wall. I whined aloud and dragged myself to my bed, not caring to change out of my fancy datewear. I just wanted this night to be over, but at the same time I felt like I crawled into bed, letting myself sink in my misery.

Right before I drifted off to sleep, I felt motion to my right followed by a hand landing onto one of my breasts.

I opened my eyes.

“Dougie Poynter, get your hand off my boob.”

“Aww, man.” Dougie pulled the blanket off his head and sat up. “I was so close!”

“Why are you here?” I asked him, feeling hopeless.

“Haz invited me. Danny’s date was a surprise. I couldn’t help it.”

I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to let out all the frustrations on my mind, especially with the disturbing noises coming from the other room.

So I pulled a pillow over my head instead. “Go away Douglas!” I said, my voice muffled through the pillow.

Instead, the door opened and I felt another body sit on the left end of my bed. Can’t a girl get some peace around here?

“Peanut?” Harry asked, nudging me lightly. Naturally, he was acting casually, as though it didn’t sound like someone was getting murdered in the other room.

I pulled the pillow off my head and looked at him, my eyes narrowed. “I want. To sleep.”

“At least you’re not sleeping on the couch tonight,” he replied, popping a peanut into his mouth. It was true; Harry and Danny shared a room while I had this one to myself. When one of them had a girl over, the other had to sleep on the couch. If both of them had girls over… well, that hasn’t happened since I moved in.

I looked at Dougie, who had fallen asleep at my side, nuzzled against me like a little boy to his mother. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound, feeling myself fall into deeper sleep until the rhythmic thumps on the wall came along.

Soon after came laughter between Danny and his bird, followed by complete silence. Finally.

“Does it get just as loud with me?” Harry asked me, sitting with his back against the headboard.

“I’m never here to witness,” I replied, then closed my eyes to avoid the rest of the conversation.

The truth is, if not just as bad as Danny, coming home to the sounds of Harry Banging is worse.

I didn’t want to tell him that; I knew he’d look at me with sympathy, but deep down inside he’d feel like the King.

“Would you like to witness now?” he asked, his voice lowered enough to make me shudder.

I opened my eyes and stared into his sparkling blue eyes. Then I smiled, a flirtatious smile I use on guys to tell them I want something. Harry smiled back, and leaned down to kiss me when—


I had taken my pillow and threw it at his face repeatedly until he got the message.

“GET OUT!!” I yelled finally, sitting up as Harry fell out of my bed and hurrying to the door.

“Honestly!” said Dougie, sitting up beside me. “Where’s the respect for people nowadays?”


Without another word, Dougie ran to the door, but not without bumping into a boxer-clad Danny, who smiled as he saw me.

“Hey, look who’s home—“

I growled furiously from my bed, making Dougie push Danny out and closing the door behind him.

Then it was all quiet again. I fell back onto my bed, turned to my side, and put the blanket over my head, not believing for one moment that I agreed to living with these boys.

surfingthe_sun on March 24th, 2008 09:01 am (UTC)
omg it sounds awesome. HAHAHHA, post more? but i'm still waiting for LC2. HAHAH love it manxz
spazzysnogfest on March 24th, 2008 08:53 pm (UTC)
I love it so far! Can't wait for the next chapter =]
xsimplyxashleyx on March 25th, 2008 07:22 pm (UTC)
i love it!
haha this is going to be a great fic :D
sugaronsundays on March 26th, 2008 12:33 am (UTC)
nazak94 on March 29th, 2008 02:06 am (UTC)
yet another great fic xD
im still waiting for LC2 still though lol but this sounds great :)