"Maybe this was a bad idea.." Harry whimpered to Tom while the time crept closer and closer to 4 o' clock. He glanced at it and turned to the blonde.

"Maybe we-"

"Harry, you're really going to bail on me now? We've tried everything. We've taken a break, we've sent them to therapists. They need to sort this out on their own."

Harry groaned, throwing his hands over his face.

"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you when you find blood on the walls and they've killed each other." The brunette whispered, his eyes wide. The blonde scoffed, and slapped his arm.

"Will you stop being so dramatic? We don't need another Dougie around here.." He snorted. Harry shot him a glance, but as he was about to speak, the door clicked open.

Both boys sat still. Harry now looking down at his fingers, finding them much more fascinating than normal. Tom stared at the doorway leading into this living room. Who would it be?

"Alright lads?" The man beamed, almost bouncing into the room. His eyes were bright blue, and a short cut framed his round face. Freckles dusting his arms and face. He swung around the sofa, and plonked himself on a chair facing both men, who were looking more and more uneasy as the seconds past.

"What's wrong with you two?" He laughed, his Northern accent seeping into his words. He picked up a magazine and flicked it open on his lap. "Seriously, who died?" He asked, his eyebrows creeping up his freckled forehead. His blue eyes searching them both.

"We need to talk.." The blonde nodded slowly. His eyes looking everywhere but the Northern brunette sitting opposite him.

"About?" He asked, throwing the magazine onto the table and sitting back in his chair. He looked at them both. Harry shot a glance at Tom, giving him a sly dig as he did.

"About what, Tom?" He spoke again, his voice filling the room with worry.

Tom looked around nervously. His eyes double blinking before he looked up at the man opposite him.

The noise of the door slamming made both Harry and Tom jump. The sound had broken the silence, but definitely not the tension.

Everything was deathly quiet as everyone turned to look at the figure appearing from around the corner of the doorway. And when he came into view, there was nothing left for Tom to do but say;

"Doug. Sit down. We need to have a serious talk."

Tom looked at the man as he sauntered in, his floppy blonde hair swept across his forehead. Tattoos up his arm. His blue eyes searched the room, resting on the Northern man longer than the rest. He smirked. He walked in, and sat down in the chair next to him.

"Well?" the younger blonde asked, his hand flicking towards Harry and Tom.

Tom sat forward. His hands twisting and turning as they hung over his knees. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before looking up, and clearing his throat.

"Please don't say you're gay…" The younger blonde snorted. The brunette next to him shot him a look.

"If anyone's going to say that.. It's you." He growled. The blonde raised an eyebrow, and turned to him slowly.

"Ouch." He deadpanned. "Come up with something better next time? Gay jokes are old. Like your mother."

"You little shit."

"THIS!" Tom suddenly screamed. Making everyone in the room jump. Everyone turned to look at him with eyes wide. "This.. is exactly why we're here." He said, motioning towards the two men on chairs.

He stood quickly.

"Can't you see how fucking stupid this is? How childish, immature you are both being?" He paused.

"Me and Harry have been literally, going out of our minds with you two. You're tearing everything apart. Everything we've ever worked hard for, everything we've done. This band means the most to all of us, and you're ruining it."

The men looked to their laps.

"So, we've come up with a plan." He sighed out, rubbing a hand around the back of his neck. "We are all going to be living here up until tour."

The younger blonde coughed.

"You can't be serious.."

"Oh I'm very serious. You and Danny are going to be living under the same roof for 2 months. So get used to it. I don't care what issues you both have. Fucking sort them out. Tomorrow, you'll be here at 11 with your stuff for the months ahead. This isn't up for discussion." He snapped, his face red with anger, he turned around and slammed the door to the living room, leaving three boys in the silence of the room.

He stood up. And said quietly. "He means it."

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, walking into Tom's kitchen slowly. He watched his back as it raised and fell with his breathing. He head was in his hands, with a bottle of beer in front of him.

"Not really.." He whispered. Harry bit his lip.

"It was the right thing to do. This will help." He said, sitting next to the blonde, putting an arm around him. "It'll be hard, but it will work."