AN: So I know I promised that I'd try and stop with the whole Dougie being like a small child thing, but I dreamed this up and had to write it. Reviews appreciated, constructive criticism even more so :D love y'all :)

Tom was drunk.

Scrap that; he was completely, utterly and totally pissed out of his mind, so far gone, in fact, that he wasn't even himself anymore.

So was Danny.

So was Harry.

That was an extremely important fact, because if they had been even an iota closer to sober, then That Night might not have happened. That Night, in fact, might have just been a normal night, celebrating the release of their new single Obviously, and waking up with hangovers. But no, because being who they were (stupid teenagers) they had taken it too far, and when people take things that far and get that pissed, there is always a consequence in the form of someone getting hurt.

"Dougie," Tom laughed, "Come here." He was slightly surprised that he had even managed to get the words out. "Come on," He slurred, grinning at the fifteen year old.

Dougie was hovering by the door, looking unsure. His eyes were unfocused slightly; he had, as any boy his age would've done, taken advantage of his older band mates' intoxicated state and sneaked some of the alcohol. Dougie was still Dougie, though, and he had wimped out after things started getting dizzying, and remained just a bit tipsy.

Harry and Danny, sitting next to Tom on the sofa, also grinned sloppily at Dougie.

"Come on mate," Danny called loudly. "You, you said you wanted it pierced, remember?"

Dougie mumbled something unintelligible.

"Wimp," Harry sniggered, waving the safety pin at Dougie. "You're a coward!" Dougie blushed, and took a step forward, unsure.

Tom hit Harry's arm and smiled at Dougie, leaning forward. "Come on Pugsey," He forced out. "You said you wanted your ear pierced! Come- come on, this is cheaper..."

"But." Dougie said, looking at the pin in Harry's hand warily.

"I've done it before!" Harry lied, smiling in- what he hoped- was a reassuring way.

"Come on, Dougs!" Danny's intoxicated mind then thought up the one thing he knew would work.

"You can have it like mine! You'll be like me!" Tom and Harry knew in that instant that Dougie would give in, because he was Dougie. He was insecure and gullible, and above all innocent. Being like any of the three was his dream; all he wanted was to feel secure, to feel like he fitted in.

The small boy stumbled towards them, and Tom reached out, giggling, and grabbed his arm, tugging Dougie down on to his lap.

"Right, now Danny, hold him there-" Danny obeyed, reaching over and grabbing Dougie's face in one hand. "I'll hold him here-" Tom wrapped his arms around Dougie's skinny waist, enveloping the boy's arms so he couldn't move. "Harry, you can-" Hiccup. "Do it." Harry grinned again, eyes unfocused, and he grabbed Dougie's ear and pushed the pin against the flesh. Dougie whimpered and squirmed, obviously having second thoughts.

"Harry, Harry I don't think I want to-"

"Dougie, just relax."

"But, Harry, Tom, I don't wanna-"

"Dougie, just-"

"I've changed my mind-"

"Dougs-"

"I dont wanna do this!"

"Dougie, shut it!" Harry snapped, as Tom squeezed Dougie so that it shut him up. Dougie'e eyes widened and he bit down on his lip, staring at Danny in fear and trying to move his head away. Danny secured his grip, Tom tightened his arms, Harry narrowed his eyes, and then-

"Shit!" Dougie gasped, then, "Shit- ow, ow, fuck-"

Eyes wide, Harry backed off. Danny let go and Dougie jerked away from Tom, landing on the floor.

"Ow, oh shit, owowowow-" Tom watched in alarm as Dougie's eyes filled with tears, holding his ear with both hands. The drink lost it's effect and all three seemed to sober up in a heartbeat as Dougie started crying. In a matter of seconds, he had his face buried in his knees, sobbing hysterically and holding his ear.

"Dougie..." Harry reached down.

The minute he touched Dougie, the boy threw himself forwards, away from them. He landed on his knees and scrambled to his feet, backing away. Tom's heart shattered as he caught sight of Dougie's screwed up face, the tears flooding his cheeks. They all stood up, Danny trying to walk towards him.

"Dougie, mate, come on..."

", nonono, NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" The look of pure terror on Dougie's face scared Harry more than anything had ever before. Guilt engulfed him as he realised what he'd just done.

"S-ST-STAY A-AWAY FROM ME! STAY- stay aw-away-" He started sobbing again, and turned and fled from the room. Danny was instantly after him. He started following Dougie out of the room, but something jerked him back. Tom.

"Don't get so close." Tom said flatly, his face devoid of emotion. Even through the panic, he was thinking logically;why wasn't he doing that five minutes ago?

"Don't get too close, he'll lash out." They followed Dougie at a slower pace, walking up the stairs. As they got to the bottom of the second flight they heard a thud. Dougie had slipped and was lying on his stomach a few feet above them, not moving.

"Pugsey?" Harry said quietly. "Pugsey, you okay?" The boy whimpered and stirred slightly. He reached out one hand and tried to pull himself up but didn't move more than in inch. Tom walked up the stairs and leaned down over him.

Dougie flattened himself out as much as he could as Tom bent down over him. He felt hands under his armpits and flinched, but only resulted in bumping into Tom's chest. The panic was rising again; they had hurt him, his friends, the ones he thought he could trust... they had hurt him and now they were going to hurt him more. Dougie started sobbing again as Tom picked him up and set him on his feet on the third floor hallway. He stood there with one hand on his ear and the other sucking his thumb, staring at the ground with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Realising that nothing he could say would calm Dougie down, Tom just hugged Dougie. "Do you want to go to bed?" He murmured. Dougie nodded, his body stiff and unmoving.

"Let's clean you up. Come on, we'll get a plaster on your ear-"

Dougie jerked away and stared up at Tom, eyes wide. "N-no." He mumbled. Tom noticed while staring in to the wide eyes that they were still unfocused- Dougie was still not completely sober. Tom nodded, now knowing for sure that there was nothing he could do to make Dougie see sense.

"Okay then." Tom said, defeated. "Okay."

He took Dougie by the waist and lead him down the stairs again, only to the second floor this time, where Dougie's room was. Harry and Danny stood nearby, eyes wide and pale. Danny looked like he was about to scream; Harry looked like he wanted to hit something- probably himself.

Tom pushed Dougie gently in to his bedroom, and on to the soft bed. As Dougie curled up in a ball, he removed his socks and trousers, then pulled the covers up over him.

"If you need us-" He corrected himself, refusing to let either of them believe that this couldn't be fixed. "When you want us, we'll be in our rooms."

Tom leaned over Dougie, who was on his side with one hand over his ear, his knees to his chest, staring at the wall through Tom's arm. Tom reached over and pulled out Dougie's teddy, gently pushing it towards him; Dougie automatically wound his free arm around it.

"Night, Dougs." Tom whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry."

He walked out, past Harry and Danny who were now by the door, closing it behind him.

":eave him alone now." He said quietly, then went up to his room. Harry and Danny watched him go, then Danny walked slowly in to his room, and Harry went down in to the kitchen, sitting down on one of the chairs and slamming his head on the table.

Dougie would never forgive them, he was sure of it.

I'll probs do a sequel, dont know though :)