Dougie's POV:

The moment I stood up from making myself sick, I instantly fell back to the ground. I hadn't done that in ages, I felt so disappointed in myself. All I could do was curl up on the floor and cry. I sat there for ages, just crying to myself, before I heard Harry come and knock on the door.

'Dougs? Dougie baby are you okay?' He asked gently through the door.

'H-H-Ha-H-Ha-Ha-Harr-Harry.' I cried to him.

'What is it Dougs? What's the matter? Open the door for me please Dougs.' he said softly. I shuffled over to the door slowly and opened it. Harry entered cautiously and knelt beside me when he saw me.

'Dougs? Dougie what's up? What's happened?' he asked worriedly, rubbing my back.

'I-I-I-I d-di-di-di-d-di.. I-I-I s-s-s-so-so-so-s...' I muttered, not being able to form my words properly through floods of endless tears. Instead, I pointed to the toilet, which was still filled with vomit, and continued to cry. Harry looked over to it for a second before quickly looking back at me.

'Dougie? Dougie, I need you to calm down, did you make yourself sick again?' he asked soothingly, continuing to rub my back. I nodded slowly and he wrapped his arms tightly around me, I leant into the hug and cried into his shoulder.

'It's okay Dougie, you're alright, just calm down for me baby.' he soothed, holding me close and waiting until I had calmed down before he spoke to me again.

'Why Dougs? I'm not angry, I just want to know why.'

'I-I-I j-ju-j-just f-felt s-so-so f-fa-f-fat...' I sobbed to him, still soaking his t-shirt in tears as he held me. Loud sobs racked my body as I cried. Once I had calmed down, properly this time, Harry spoke up again.

'Listen to me Dougs, you're not fat in any way, shape or form. I love

you for exactly who you are now and so does everybody else. Please don't do this again. You surely remember how much pain you were in last time. Just get these ideas out of your head and we can get through this together. I promise. I love you so much baby.' Harry said to me comfortingly. I nodded and he cupped my face in his hands, wiping away my tears and kissing my lips gently. Once we had pulled apart, he kept my face in his hands and looked directly into my eyes, speaking quietly to me.

'You're beautiful, don't you ever forget that.' he whispered, still looking directly into my eyes before pulling me slowly up from the ground. He flushed the toilet once we were stood up and then he put one arm around my back and held my hand in his free one.

'Come on Dougs. Lets get this over with, we'll just tell them that it happened but that we've sorted it out and that they don't need to worry and then we'll go to bed, okay?' he spoke quietly.

'O-O-Okay-ay.' I muttered back before he started walking me down the corridor of the bus, back to where we were sitting earlier. Tom and Dan looked up at me before exchanging worried glances and sitting next to Harry, as I was on his knee.

'Dougs what's the matter?' Danny asked sadly, just by the tone of his voice I could tell that he was upset.

'I-I-I-I...' I stuttered, instantly panicking again.

'Do you want me to say it Dougs?' Harry asked quickly, realising that the words weren't coming from my mouth. I nodded graciously and so he wrapped his arms around me and began speaking.

'Dougie has just.. Erm.. He's just made himself sick again..' Harry mumbled. I looked up and saw the faces of the other two drop.

'Oh Dougs.. Why?' Danny replied quietly.

'He said he just felt really fat. But it's okay now, we've sorted it out and he's fine again now, aren't you Dougs?'

'Y-Yeah... I'm sorry if I let you down.. The urges just kind of took over.' I mumbled to them.

'Its okay Dougs. We understand that it can get hard some times and we're not angry. You haven't let a single person down.' Tom said comfortingly, grabbing one of my small hands and squeezing it tightly. I tried to believe his words but I couldn't. He was wrong. I had let somebody down.. I'd let myself down.

'Thanks guys. I'm going to go to bed now. I'll see you tomorrow, love you. Harry?' I said in a hurry, standing up from the chair.

'Yeah Dougs?'

'Please can you come and tuck me in?' I said timidly, realising how pathetic and babyish that sentence sounded.

'Of course Dougs. Come on, lets get you in bed.' He smiled at me, also standing up and walking me through to my bedroom. I got into my pyjamas and lay in bed. Harry sat on the edge of my bed and pulled the quilts up over my body, tucking them in around the edges.

'Goodnight beautiful. Sweet dreams.' he whispered in my ear, kissing my forehead softly before leaving the room and allowing me to get some well needed sleep.