Chapter 2;
Tom's POV;
Gi had left previously to hang out with Georgia and Izzy, I think. I wasn't too sure but at least she wouldn't be worrying for the moment about Doug. The mini-darth vader on the keychain swung violently as I attempted to leave the house as fast as possible. Doug needs me now. None of us were expecting this to happen between Dougie and Frankie 'cause things were literally perfect between them. The front door slammed shut behind me as I glanced back with a stupid grin at Aurora, sprawled out on the window-sill of the kitchen. The car unlocked with ease and I began the journey to Dougie's flat at a fast rate, the radio making fuzzy crackles as it attempted to connect, but it wouldn't, Not in this thunderstorm. Rain began to slide across the windscreen in large droplets, The car eventually stopped outside Dou- Frankie's flat, to see Dougie and Flea stood at the end of the drive with a few of his cases accompanying them.
" Hey, mate.." I said in a soft tone, letting Flea jump into the back seat whilst Dougie put his cases into the boot in silence, ignoring my greeting too.
My eyes moved up to Frankie's flat, seeing her silhouette in the window and then in a flash, it disappeared. The passenger door slammed shut and I joined Dougie in the car, biting on my lower lip. " Doug, mate. Talk to me."
Dougie's face screwed up suddenly, rubbing tears away from his shining blue eyes. " I love her, Tom. I w-want her back.." He said in a weak tone, failing at hiding the hurt in his voice.
" I'm sorry man, I can't believe this has happened. But I'm sure things will be okay." I tried to reassure him, but the tears didn't stop for the whole drive home. He was broken.
Dougie's POV;
I knew Tom was trying to make things better, trying to make me better. Later that night, Him and Gi decided on letting me move into the house with them. I refused at first but it ended up in a long hour debate till I gave in. Gi tried her best to cheer me up, making meatballs for dinner with her homemade tomato sauce to accompany it. But my appetite was gone and I mainly hid out in the garden to smoke, whilst Flea was chased by Marvin, kind of. Marvin would growl at Flea and Flea would run around in circles whimpering.
" Doug? You sure you don't want dinner?" Gi asked, appearing in the garden beside me, not amusing at the cigarettes. I could tell she wasn't too impressed with it, but it didn't really bother me. I responded with a head-shake and she slid back inside again, quietly murmuring something to Tom which I couldn't hear.
" Maybe, But I'm not sure if that'll be a good idea." Tom muttered slightly louder to Giovanna.
" But you've seen the way he acts, I hate to see him hurting himself like this."
I was fed up of the awkward conversations about me, behind my back too. I re-entered the kitchen after putting out my cigarette, exhaling deeply and letting out a throaty cough afterwards. Tom and Gi's eyes moved from me, back to the food in the kitchen without saying a word to me about Frankie, or the break-up. Oh how I was dreading the newspaper tomorrow.