Dougie's POV:

9th January 2003. I was 15. I was running down the street, through the snow, in only my t-shirt and shorts. I didn't have any shoes on, I didn't have enough time to worry about that. The snow stung the cuts on my face and arms as it hit me at full speed and after around 45 minutes of running, I stopped. Surely he couldn't find me here. I sat down against a wall on the small street I had ended up on and fell asleep, not worrying about what tomorrow would hold, but instead, about the possibility of him finding me.

Danny's POV:

I was walking down my road, on my way home from a night out with my mates. I was 17. As I walked, I looked down one of the side streets that led off from my street. I gasped when I saw it. A young boy, who couldn't have been more than 16 years of age, curled up against a wall in only a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He didn't even have shoes on! It was -4 degrees and snow was covering the ground, if he stayed like that all night, he'd die of hypothermia. I approached him slowly, as he was sleeping, and slowly put my hand on his arm. He woke up immediately when my skin touched his own and he flinched away.

'It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. Shouldn't you be at home? And why are you only wearing a t-shirt and shorts... and no shoes?' I asked quietly.

'N-n-no.' he spoke with chattering teeth.

'Well why not? Surely it would be safer than sitting out here and catching your death.' I said confused. He looked like he was thinking hard about something before his eyes turned glassy and he burst into floods of tears. 'Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't cry. Come on, you can come to mine for tonight, my parents won't mind and you can calm down and get warm okay?'. Dougie looked unsure at first but slowly nodded his head, still crying. I helped him to stand up and walked him up to my house. I wondered how long he had been out, I thought I was cold,but he was like an ice block.

'So what is your name?' I asked quietly.

'D-D-Dougie P-Poynt-ter.' he replied through tears and shivers.

'I'm Danny Jones. I'm seventeen.'

'F-Fift-teen.' he said quietly in reply. He was even younger than I thought! When we got to my house, I walked him slowly into my living room where my mum, dad and sister were. They looked at me suspiciously so I told Dougie to sit on the sofa while I had a talk with them. Me and my family were in the kitchen talking and Dougie was in our lounge.

'Mum. I know it's weird but he's only 15 and the clothes he has on are the only ones he has with him and I'm surprised he isn't ill already, he feels like he's about -20 degrees. Please can we just let him stay for one night? He'll die if he stays outside much longer. He doesn't even have shoes!'

'Well... Okay. But if he does anything bad or steals even a penny he's out.'

'Thank you so much guys! And he doesn't seem like the type to steal. He's too innocent.' I smiled. We walked through to the living room to tell him the news but were shocked when we saw him. He was pale white and was passed out on the floor.

'Dougie?!'