So I decided to continue this. Prepare for a lot of One shots in which our favourite paring apologize to each other. This one shot is set before the Suitcase. They are all living together in the band house and Dougie is still fifteen.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Duh.

Time is a funny thing, Dougie decided. He had been sitting in this tree for about two hours now, according to his watch, but it only felt like a couple minutes. He sighed and tried to make himself more comfortable. Trees weren't his favourite place to sit down, but he wasn't going to climb down. No way. No way in Hell. "Dougie? Dougs where are you? Dougie?" Dougie froze. Shit. Shit. Shit. They couldn't find him, not now. He wasn't ready. He heard them yelling, but then the yelling became softer, like the people were getting away. Dougie sighed, thank god. "What are you doing here?" Someone suddenly said right next to Dougie's ear.

Dougie jumped in shock, two strong arms were the only thing that kept him from falling. He looked over his shoulder, right into Harry's eyes. They weren't looking happy, they looked angry and hurt. Dougie flinched. "What were you thinking?" Harry growled. Dougie bowed his head, staring at the ground. Damn, he was pretty high up in the tree. Thank god Harry caught him! "Dougie…" Harry said, his voice rough. Dougie refused to look up. Harry sighed frustrated. "Let's go down." Harry said, pulling Dougie with him. Dougie obediently climbed down, refusing would only anger Harry further and that was something he didn't want to. But when he reached the lowest branch, he froze up again. Harry was already standing on the ground, looking up. He was annoyed, Dougie could see that, but he just couldn't climb down. He just couldn't. If he left this tree he would have to accept it. Accept that he was a gigantic jerk. He didn't want to accept that. Harry let out a frustrated sigh. "Come on Dougs, please?" Dougie gripped the trunk more tightly and shook his head stubbornly. Harry growled. "Dougie get down now." Dougie gulped, when Harry used that voice he knew he was in trouble. Big trouble. He reluctantly climbed down.

Keeping his eyes firmly on the ground, refusing to look at Harry. He heard him sigh again, before he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. Harry kept holding onto his shoulder when they walked back towards the house. Dougie dragging his feet all the way. The house was empty, Harry had probably send everyone home after Dougie's little breakdown. Harry forced him to sit down on the sofa. "Now, tell me what's wrong." It wasn't a question, Dougie toyed with the idea of not answering, but then he looked Harry in the eye. Harry wasn't looking happy at all, he looked angry, hurt, confused. Dougie sighed. "I…I.." He muttered. Harry raised his eyebrow. "What is it Dougs? Why did you call Dan a stupid, fucking idiotic arsehole?" Dougie let his head fall down again. "Dougie…" Harry began to sound frustrated. It wouldn't be long before he started yelling. "I didn't think." Dougie muttered. "I just reacted. I didn't realise what I called him. He should be glad I didn't call him anything worse." Harry looked surprised. "Worse?" He asked carefully. Dougie shrugged. "Yeah, worse. But I ain't gonna tell you what." Harry sighed again. "But why did you just react? Why didn't you think?" He asked. Dougie shrugged again. "He said I did something wrong you know and well, that's just how I react to things like what." Dougie mumbled, hugging his knees.

Harry ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He stood up and went to sit next to Dougie, putting his arm around the younger boy. "Why?" He simply asked. Dougie was silent for a couple minutes, like he was trying to figure out whether he should say something or not. He was a bit distracted as well, Harry was playing with his hair. Dougie loved it, but it made thinking very hard. "I…when…well.." He stuttered. Harry pulled him closer. "Relax Dougie, just breathe." Dougie tried, he really did, but he was still tense. "When my dad…he used to tell me off every time I messed something up and the only way to make him stop was to…well…you know…" Dougie trailed off. "Insult him." Harry finished for him. Dougie nodded and instinctively buried his head in Harry's neck. Harry hugged him even tighter. "I'm sorry Haz." Dougie muttered softly. "It's okay Dougs. But we're not him okay? Next time just talk about it, okay? And for god sake please don't climb in that tree again!" Dougie giggled. "I won't! I promise! I'm sorry!" Harry laughed as well. "It's alright Doug. It's alright."