Dougie had been living at the band house for about two weeks and the boys quickly learned that Dougie had a lot of underlying problems. But that aside they all loved him and got on with him really well. But Dougie didn't eat much except for a sandwich at dinner time but that was it. He also struggled to make eye contact and didn't really speak until he was asked a question. Even then he would answer and then stop talking.

One morning Tom was struggling to sleep so he soon gave in and decided to get up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked at the clock where he groaned at the time. 6:30am is a time that shouldn't exist where Tom is concerned. He grabbed his dressing gown and headed downstairs before sitting in the kitchen and flicking the kettle on. Tom sleepily glanced around the room when he noticed the back door was open. He stood up and slowly walked towards it allowing the cold air to hit him almost making his eyes water.

He continued to walk out into the back garden when he saw him. Dougie lying on his back, eyes closed. He was only wearing a pair of grey jogging bottoms as the boys had insisted they buy him more clothes. He was wearing no top even though the crisp September weather was bitter and enough to make you catch your death. Which meant you could see his scarred, pale, papery skin with his ribs sticking out of his ridiculously skinny frame. Dougie never walked around with a part of his body on show and this gave Tom an insight to why. He slowly approached the boy and knelt down beside him gently shaking him awake to which Dougie responded by jumping up eyes widening in pure fear his breathing speeding up.

"Hey, mate it's only me… What are you doing out here?" Tom asked the boy softly.

"Um, nothing" Dougie responded looking down. He noticed his current attire (or lack of) and wrapped his stick thin arms around himself.

"Dougie…. How old are you? Don't lie to me I promise I won't kick you out of the band you are to talented for me to do that"

"I-I'm F-fifteen" Dougie mumbled. This didn't shock Tom as he'd always known Dougie wasn't as old as he'd made out. Tom got up of the floor offering Dougie a hand.

"Come on mate come inside before you get pneumonia" Tom giggled once they got inside Dougie realized he was still tired and needed to warm up and decided to go back to bed and it wasn't long before Harry and Danny came stumbling down the stairs and the three teens sat watching TV together. As Danny was flicking through the channels something on the news caught their eyes. They stopped channel surfing and looked at the screen in shock as the reporter read today's top story.

"Gary Poynter father of missing teenager Dougie Poynter has been arrested today. He is being held for charges of theft, drug dealing, assault, domestic violence towards his son and various other serious charges that will be released in a statement by police later in the week. Poynter made an appeal earlier in the week in order to find his fifteen year old Dougie who went missing later last month"

A picture of Dougie smiling shyly was in the top right corner of the screen before it disappeared to a shot of a man. He was in his late thirties with fair hair and the same blue eyes as Dougie fake tears rolling down his slightly tanned cheeks. He then began to talk and it was obvious this man was either a good actor or a professional liar.

"Please, please help me find my boy. I just want him back I can't imagine my life without him. Please Dougie if you're watching I just want to know you're safe." Said Dougie's dad before it went back to the news reporter.

"The police are urging people with any knowledge on Dougie's whereabouts to come forward" with that Danny turned of the TV and the three boys sat there mouths open in shock.