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Disclaimer: Sadly this is just fiction, hence the term "Fan Fiction"

Chapter 7

Harry didn't get back till late that night and as he walked into the door he found Tom sitting on the armchair in their hotel room's living space with a single small table lamp on. Much like a father would do when his child would try to sneak into the house after curfew.

He stood up slowly and flicked a larger light on casting a much harsher glow to the room slightly startling Harry, "Where have you been?" Tom asked crossly, standing up in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips.

"Out." Harry replied nonchalantly, but inside he was a bit nervous.

"No really I hadn't guessed." Tom shot back sarcastically, crossing his arms.

"Well now that that's settled I'm going to bed." Harry patted Tom on the shoulder and started for the bedroom.

"Oh no you don't" Tom said as a matter-of-factly and grabbed the back of Harry's shirt, causing the drummer to stumble backwards and nearly fall over.

"Ow!" Harry yelped in surprise turning to face Tom and rubbing where his shirt had pulled too tight around his neck. "That hurt!"

"You're a big boy get over it."

Harry huffed loudly and crossed his arms tightly, "Ok you have me here, what do you want?"

"Auditions start again tomorrow, we need you there." Tom said, starting to calm down from before.

"But Tom, I have plans tomorrow." Harry argued.

"No buts, you're in this band now, start acting like it!" Tom had thrown all the previous thoughts of staying calm straight out the window.

Harry could see Tom's face start to turn a bright red and he knew that he was pissing the older blonde off, but for some reason at the he could care less.

"So what if I wasn't?" The drummer said quickly.

Tom looked taken aback for a second, "What?" He asked as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What if I wasn't in the band?" Harry repeated, except this time stronger, what was making him ask this? He didn't know.

"Are you saying-"

"Yeah I quit!" Harry yelled out firmly, then turned and walked out of the room and slammed the door, then taking the elevator down to the lobby and storming out to the sidewalk.

'God, what did I just do?' Harry ran his hands roughly through his hair a few times, frustrated with the fact that he had just ruined everything.

Now settled with the fact that he knew he couldn't go back, he knew where he could go.

Harry knocked loudly a few times, shifting from one foot to the other waiting for the bassist inside to open the door. Finally after a few moments, much to Harry's relief, the door swung open.

"Harry?" The very tired blonde rubbed his eyes sleepily, "What are you doing here?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath, "I messed up."

Dougie looked at him confused, "What do you mean you messed up?"

"I quit."

Dougie looked even more confused then before, "Harry you have to explain what's going on in more than two words for me to understand."

"The band! I quit the band!" He walked through the doorway into the apartment, going over to sit on the couch, "God I can't believe I did that." Harry mumbled covering his face with his hands.

Dougie, now slightly more awake, closed the door and walked over to sit next to the drummer on the couch. "It's going to be alright." He said wrapping his arms around Harry.

"No- no it's not." Harry tried to argue.

"Hey look at me." Dougie said quietly, lifting Harry's chin so that the brunette could look him in the eyes. "Yes it will be, I promise."

Harry didn't say anything in return, just stayed silent, studying the other boys face then slowly leaning in.

"Harry? What are you-"

Dougie was soon cut off by Harry's lips reaching his, the kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like forever.

"You promise?" Dougie gave Harry a confused look, still clearly dazed by the kiss. "That everything will be alright?"

Dougie smiled softly and leaned his chin on Harry's shoulder with his mouth close to the drummer's ear.

"I promise."