This idea randomly came to me a while ago. I wrote it up and showed a few friends. They liked it so I decided to post it. I'm not so sure what I think of it yet, but I do know what I want to do with it as far as the plot goes. I really want some feedback on this one, it's my first chaptered story. Please review. Good or bad, I don't care.


Dougie stirred in his sleep. He was having a nightmare…again. It had been happening for a while now. Flashbacks of his past were coming back to him again. He suddenly sat up straight, screaming. He looked around and saw that he was in his room. Sighing, he laid back and curled into a ball. He tried not to think about it. It hurt too much. But he couldn't help it. He held back the tears that always came to him after one of these nightmares. He had to be strong. He didn't want to be the baby anymore. He felt that's all he was to the rest of the band. He knew they didn't care like they pretended to…at least that's what he thought.

In fact, they felt the opposite. They truly cared for the youngest member of the band. They heard him scream at night from the dreams. They were really worried about him.

The next morning Danny, Harry, and Tom were gathered in the living room trying to figure out how to make the youngest' nightmares go away.

"Maybe you should talk to him Danny. Ask him what they're about and why he's freaked." Harry suggested.

"I don't have a problem with that, but why can't you or Tom do it? For that matter why don't we all do it together?"

"Because you're his best mate. He'll open up to you more than me or Harry. And if we come at him at once, he'll feel ambushed and won't talk at all." Tom answered.

"He's right, mate. You talk to him then tell us what it's all about. We'll all come together to help it go away." Harry added.

"Okay. You guys are right."

With that, Danny went up to Dougie's room and knocked on the door. A few moments later Dougie opened the door. The boy was a mess. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were red and swollen, and he had tear stains on his cheeks—he wasn't able to hold his tears back for long.

"Hey Dan, what's up?" He asked, as if nothing was wrong. However, by the way he looked Danny knew better.

"Dougie, we need to talk." Dougie let him in and sat on his bed.

"Why? What's wrong?" Danny kneeled down in front of the younger male and took one of his hands.

"Doug…what are your nightmares about?" He asked, looking into his eyes.

"Wh-what are you talking about? I don't have any nightmares. Maybe it's Harry or Tom."

"It's not. We know it's you. We want to know why. We're really worried about you." Dougie looked away. He couldn't tell him. He just couldn't. If he talked about it he would remember more, and then there'd be more nightmares. He just wanted to forget it all. It hurt too much to talk about it. He shook his head.

"It's nothing Danny, really. Don't worry about it. I'm sure they'll go away soon." He explained, though didn't believe a word of it—and neither did Danny. Danny sighed and sat next to the younger boy who just looked at him.

"What?"

"Talk to me. We're best mates. You can trust me."

"I do trust you. I just have nothing to say. I can deal with them myself. I'll be fine. They're just nightmares…"

"Are they really just nightmares?"

"Yes! Just leave me alone about it. I told you I'll be fine. Just get out. I have to get ready."

"Okay. Just remember we're here for you, no matter what." Danny kissed his cheek and left the room. Dougie sighed. He felt terrible. He just lied to his best mate. He had to do it…at least that's what he felt he had to do. It was just too hard. Facing the past was just not something he wanted to do.


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