Alright guys, as promised, here's the sequel. Super nervous about posting this... I hope you all like it. You'll have to read Not Alone, then Living Fast, Dying Young to know what this is all about, so I suggest you read them before reading this. And I hope Dougie gets better soon! 3

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline.

Please review and tell me what you do or don't like! Thanks guys.

Down Goes Another One

Chapter 1- Harriet

'Danny! It's Harriet!' the voice said through the phone.

It had been almost two months since their last experience at the house. They'd barely heard anything from the girls who were now living in the house, either living, or undead. The four of them hadn't contacted the boys til now.

'Harriet! Hi!' Danny exclaimed, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove home from rehearsals on Friday night.

'How are you?' she asked brightly.

'I'm fine thanks, how are you?' he asked with a smile. Tom had sent him home early to look after Dougie, who was probably vegged out on the couch at home watching cartoons with a stomach bug.

'I'm great! The papers have been changed into my name and everything and we've fixing everything up! I was just ringing to ask whether you four boys would like to come out and stay with us for the weekend?'

'Umm, well Dougie's sick, but I'll see what he says, and the Fletcher is still on crutches and in plaster. Seems the break was worse than we first thought,' Danny replied, thinking back to Tom crawling down the stairs and using the plaster to hit Harry when he annoyed him.

'Oh...' Harriet said, her voice dropping in disappointment.

'I'm sure we'll be coming though. Expect us late tonight or early tomorrow,' Danny smiled.

'Okay, we'll look forward to it!' Harriet said and hung up.

Danny laughed to himself in the car, tossing his mobile onto the unoccupied passenger seat as he came to their driveway. Collecting his guitar and the sheet music and phone and food Tom had given him; Danny made his way inside, where it smelled like a hospital. Tom and Harry were paranoid about getting Dougie's disease and insisted on spraying everything he breathed on with disinfectant spray.

'Dougie! I'm home! How you feeling?' Danny shouted as he walked through the hall and into the living room. He dropped his voice instantly upon seeing Dougie curled up on the couch, fast asleep, a blanket covering his toes, Spongebob Squarepants blasting in the background. He looked like a child been given a day off school, the way the glasses of half-drunk water and half-eaten biscuits and toast littered the area around him. His face was still pale and unwell, but at least his cheeks had a little bit of pink on them again. Danny stepped through the mess and gently shook the bass player, who awoke slowly, looking up at Danny with his blue eyes, squinting in the fading sunlight.

'How're you feeling mate?' Danny asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

'Better I think. I haven't thrown up in an hour and a half. So that's better,' he yawned.

'Good to hear. Listen mate, I got a call from Harriet before,' Danny said, looking at his feet.

'That chick you like?' Dougie yawned again and Danny nodded.

'Well she-,' Danny started.

'Hold that thought!' Dougie exclaimed, kicking the blanket off his feet and making a sprint for the bathroom.

'Dougie, you know that only worked in the movie!' Danny sighed, leaning back against the couch, focusing on something other than Dougie's horrid noises. After a few minutes he ambled back out, feebly wiping his mouth.

'Now, what?' he said hoarsely, sitting beside Danny.

'Harriet called me to ask if we wanted to go out there and stay with them for the weekend,' Danny replied.

'Ooh sounds awesome!' Dougie exclaimed.

'You're up to it?' Danny asked in disbelief.

'I'll be fine Danny,' Dougie said, gulping back his stomach again.

'I'll just call the other two and ask them,' Danny said, taking the phone from beside Dougie, where Tom had positioned it early the morning before they left.

Tom picked up after half a ring. 'Dougie?' he asked curiously.

'Nah, it's Danny. I'm at home with Dougie..., who's just made another trip to the bathroom,' Danny grimaced, walking into the kitchen and shutting the door behind him.

'He alright?' Tom asked.

'He looks better. I think he'll be okay. Listen Tom, I have something to ask you.'

'Oh yeah? What?'

'I got a call from Harriet before.'

'Ah! The chick we helped find a house!' Tom exclaimed and Danny laughed.

'Yeah, her. She's invited us out to stay with her for the weekend and maybe help her out a bit. What do ya say?'

'What about Dougie?' Tom asked, concerned.

'He said he's up to it,' Danny replied.

'Well how about we give it the night and we'll see how he is after that?' Tom said after a pause.

'That's actually a better idea. I really can't be bothered driving all the way out there after today,' Danny sighed.

'Yeah, I know mate. I'll see you when we get home. Don't bother waiting around for us to eat either. Please force something into Dougie. He might vomit it back into your face, but he needs it. And keep him drinking please,' Tom almost pleaded.

'Yes Mother Tom,' Danny mumbled.

'What was that?' Tom asked sharply.

'I'll do it,' Danny said quickly. 'I'll see you when you get home.'

And with that, Danny hung up.

He walked around the kitchen, looking for something to eat for tea. He settled on toasted sandwiches. That way, he could make Dougie eat some toast. He started everything cooking and headed back into the lounge room where Dougie was curled up on the couch, holding his stomach and staring at the TV with tired eyes. Danny sat opposite him on the armchair, watching as he yawned.

'Hey mate, Tom said we'll wait until tomorrow until we go because of you being sick,' he said softly.

'Oh, okay. But I'm fine Danny, really.'

'You're not mate. Considering the fact you only got sick last night, today and tomorrow are gonna be the worst.'

Dougie shrugged. 'I'll be fine. As long as I don't eat anything.'

'Dougie,' Danny said firmly, 'you're eating something tonight. And you can't change that. I don't care if it comes straight back up, you need to eat.'

Dougie sighed and stared back at the TV.

In the end, Danny did manage to feed Dougie the piece of toast and managed to get him to drink half a glass of water (which didn't stay in his stomach for long). Tom and Harry got home at around eight, all deciding on an early night, especially Dougie who hadn't slept a wink the night before. And at ten that night, the house was silent.