IRC-Galleria

Harry rolls his eyes as his band mates speak in unison, each pointing at the other. “Well whoever it was clearly didn’t factor in the, er, fact that we’ve all grown a bit in the last two years.”

“Dougie hasn’t.”

“Fuck off! Yes I have! I’ve grown at least two inches!”

“Not where it counts, you ain’t. Ow!” Danny rubs his arm, and looks incredulously at Dougie. “Did you just bite me?”

“Children, please.” Harry attempts to separate them as Danny wraps his arm around Dougie’s neck, putting him in a headlock. “Are we doing this or not?”

“What is it we’re supposed to be doing anyway?”

“I don’t fucking know! This was your idea!” Harry throws his hands in the air.

“Fucking,” Dougie states. ---




“I need a fag,” Danny mumbles after a minute or two, pushing himself off and dropping down onto the floor to look for his clothes. “What?” He looks up again when he hears Dougie and Harry sniggering.

“Well, I’d say you’ve already had a couple.”

“Grow up, the pair of you.” Danny throws their boxers at their heads.


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