A.N. Yay, a new story! Whoop. This one is a little bit depressing though... Oh well. This is an idea I got after reading Brookie-Cookie-Book-Worm's story- Aggression is a bad thing.

Anyway, enjoy!... or not...

*DANNY'S P.O.V*

Dougie's been acting strange lately; he's been really quiet- secluded like- he hardly talks any more.
It's kind of weird; I've caught him looking at me quite a few times, and every time I've looked in his direction, he's looked away, averting my gaze. Before, he would've at least given me a cheeky grin, but now he won't even look me in the eyes.

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Doug's really getting on my nerves now- he's been having all these bloody mood swings- its like he's on his man period or same thing! Bah, humbug! Ahaha.
One minute it looks like he might be cheering up, the next he's snapping all our heads off. Seriously, say one little thing wrong, and BAM! Moody guts alert!

Harry's been acting rather odd as well. When I enter a room, I can feel eyes on me, and when I look, its Harry - glaring at me. Strange. Wonder what's stuck up his arse.

Urg! I'm such a baby! - I thought, angrily wiping the tears from my eyes. We had just finished out performance today; me and Harry were sat in the dressing room, whilst Tom and Dougie were off finding us some food.
I'd just mentioned to him how great the show was, when he glared at me!

"You would say that" he spat, causing me to flinch.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my smile fading.
"Oh, you know what I mean. You couldn't get a note right" he spat again.
"Yes I did" I laughed him off, trying not to get too upset.
"Whatever" he muttered, shoving past me and out of the room.

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A week later, I again found myself trying not to cry. Harry strikes again!
We had just finished recording for the day. Tom was in the toilet, or something like that –snigger- and me, Dougs and Haz were sat watching TV.

I was just saying how excited I was to get the album finished, when Harry snorted. Snorted! At. Me!
I turned to him, eyebrows raised, and asked him "what, pray tell, is so amusing?"
He glared at me –again- before saying "with no help from you" I stared at him for a while, then glanced at Dougie, who was staring at his lap. No help what-so-ever. Some best friend. I just shook my head and left the room.

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Another couple of weeks later, me and Harry got into a fight, Dougie just watching on the sidelines. If he was himself, then he would have joined in – this proved something is wrong. Anyway, Harry ended the argument by saying "we'd be better off without you"

I stood there, shocked. I looked from the still fuming Harry, to a silent, white looking Dougie (he looked like he might pass out). He wouldn't look at me. I left the room in tears.

This was the final straw- I couldn't take it any more. I ran up to my room, got my suitcase out, and packed my things into it. I'd get the rest some other time. Grabbing the case and my favourite uitar, I calmly walked downstairs and to the door.

"Danny, mate- what are you doing?" Tom asked, rushing forwards.

"Leaving. They don't want me here any more" I said, pointing at the other two.

Dougie looked up at Harry- who was glaring back at him. Doug bit his lip, before looking down at his shoes.

That was all I needed. I swung around, and unlocked the front door, moving to step out.