A/N-I know I've been alternating between Harry's and Dougie's POV's, but I've decided this part of the story really isn't going to work if I do it in Harry's POV, so Dougs is getting to star for two weeks. I'm sorry I'm so slow to update, but I'm literally drowning in homework and tests and procrastination, so I will be erratic and annoying for a while. PLEASE review, I love reviews, give me constructive criticism, I reeaalllyy want to improve, so please please tell me what you think, and even give me ideas for future chapters if you want, anything's welcome! I may be upping the SUGGESTION of Flones. Veto that if you want, I'm not really going to make Danny and Tom gay though, I mean just the closeness between them, kind of like real life, I've kind of ignored the others a little bit so far. Enough ramblings from me, I apologise. Enjoy! Xxxxxxx

Dougie's POV (Still)

Oh God. Tom's still upstairs with Danny, and I can hear their low voices murmuring, but I can't make anything out. Danny's probably disgusted by us. I mean, we sort of tricked him into thinking we were straight, then sprung that we're both gay and we kissed on him. We've all been living together for like three weeks now, wandering round topless and hugging each other and stuff, and I can totally understand why he's freaking out, but he just doesn't understand. That's just not the way it is with me and Harry, I wasn't looking at Danny and Tom like I look at Harry, I wasn't trying to find one to prey on or something. I just feel different around Harry, and it is JUST him.

"Dougie…do you want me to go and talk to him?" Harry asks for the thousandth time. I shake my head.

"It'll only make it worse. I'll go." I stand up, suddenly filled with purpose.

"You sure? Do you want me to go with you?" He says, looking surprised.

"No. I'll talk to him on his own." I tell him, and he snags my hand in both of his, and squeezes it.

"Okay. Don't get upset, yeah? If he doesn't like it, it's his problem." He growls, a bit of anger flitting across his face. I squeeze back.

"I won't."

I leave the room, and go up the stairs, where Danny and Tom's voices grow louder.

"…Dan?" Tom pleads, and there's silence from Danny. I steel myself, and knock on his bedroom door. Tom opens it, looking stressed out and anxious.

"Hey. Could I talk to Danny for a bit?" I ask him quietly.

"Sure, sure! I'll leave you alone." He says eagerly, gusting out of Danny's room in a rush. I hover by the doorway. Danny's lying flat on his back on his bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. I look around the room; it's actually pretty cool. There are posters everywhere, Bruce Springsteen, The Who, The Doors, Nirvana, and a lot of them are immaculately framed.

It's sort of messy, socks balled up on the floor and half-finished cups of tea around, but there's a giant picture collage in the middle of the wall above his bed. There are hundreds of pictures, of his family, his friends in Bolton, even a few recent ones of us. I catch sight of one of the four of us pulling funny faces, Harry's sticking his tongue out, eyes crossed, and I'm next to him, laughing at him. I'm about to look at another picture when I see Danny and Tom doing the same, Danny pulling the face and Tom laughing. I smile at their carefree faces, and the brotherly nature of their relationship. Being the first two, and basically living together for months before me and Harry were even in the band, has made them very close.

"Are you coming in then?" Danny says from the bed, startling me. I take a few steps inside, and hover uncertainly, before he sits up, and moves to one side so I can sit next to him.

"Have you been crying?" He asks me, frowning. I touch my face, and find my eyelids puffy.

"No." My faltering voice gives me away, and he sighs.

"Oh God, Dougie. I'm sorry mate. It's not that you're gay, I'm fine with that, honestly I am, it's just that everything's changing lately, and it was just one more big thing to deal with, y'know?" He runs a hand through his hair, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I don't quite understand the thing about changes though; he's been living with Tom for ages. Is it just me and Harry moving in, or something? No, my gut tells me decisively. This is something more than that.

"What do you mean?" I frown, noting the circles under his eyes, like he hasn't slept properly in a while. How could I have missed them? He sighs.

"Nothing. Sorry, I'm talking crap." He smiles half-heartedly, and ruffles my hair. "I'm sorry I went off on one, I promise I don't hate you because you're gay. I actually kind of think you and Harry are cute together." He tells me.

"It's not nothing," I say, ignoring him, "What's wrong?" He sighs again, and starts fiddling with the strings on his hoodie.

"Mdad'slefmemum." He mumbles to his feet.

"Sorry?"

"My dad's left my mum, okay? And I'm fucking stuck here, and she needs me to be there helping her!" He bursts out, his voice trembling slightly. "It's stupid."

"No it's not! Danny, how come you didn't tell us before? We could've asked Fletch, arranged for you to go home for a week or something." I can't believe he's kept it this quiet, but it's all clicking together for me now. The way he comes off the phone with his family red eyed, and he hides in his room for a while. I feel so sorry for him, he just looks lost. He says nothing.

"What happened?" I ask softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. He gulps, looking as though he's trying very hard not to cry, and takes a deep breath before telling me.

"They were having a lot of arguments, even before I came here, and Dad would just go off to the pub, and sometimes he wouldn't come home. Mum would cry about it, and then he'd be back the next night, and it'd all start again. Then I came here, and I'd talk to both of them on the phone, separately, and my sister, and my Dad would tell me that my mum was doing his head in, and my mum would say she didn't know what to do, and my sister would cry and say that she thinks my dad might have another woman. I didn't believe her, but a couple of weeks ago he just packed all of his stuff and went. He told my mum he didn't love her any more." He finished sadly.

"Oh, Danny. That's awful mate. Why didn't you just tell us?" I ask him, feeling my face crease into a frown as I try to ignore the nagging little voice inside my head that's telling me that I might understand what Danny's going through more than he thinks I do.

"It was just awkward, y'know? I didn't know you and Harry all that well then, and we were so busy with everything, and I don't know, I didn't want you to all just say it wasn't a big deal, because I know loads of people's parents split up and stuff, but it's a big deal to me." He looks so sad as he says it, like a lost kid, all wide, hurt, blue eyes and curly hair. He doesn't look like he's nearly a fully grown adult.

"We wouldn't have mate. It's a hard thing to deal with, and it affects some people more than others. We wouldn't have cared if we were busy. We just care that you're okay." I reassure him.

"Yeah, I know, it was stupid. And I shouldn't have gone off on one about you and Harry, I'm honestly not a homophobe or anything like that, I think you two sort of had chemistry even before. Are you going to tell management?" He asks me, in a trying-to-change-the-subject kind of way.

"Not yet. We're going to keep it quiet, just for a little while, until everyone's used to it, and then tell them. But speaking of telling people stuff, I think you should tell Harry and Tom about your parents. That way, you won't have to pretend that you're totally fine any more. They'll understand, I promise you they won't make fun of you or anything like that. And think you should DEFINITELY tell Harry, because he's sort of got the idea that you're not okay with me and him, and if you like the way your face looks as it is, you need to tell him that's not the case. He's sort of protective." I say, feeling heat creep up my neck. Danny raises a smile from somewhere.

"Aww, Dougs, you're blushing!" I shove him, and he laughs.

"Okay, I'll tell them. Come with me?" He gets up off the bed, tugging at my arm, and I follow him out the door, closing it behind me, and we go downstairs together, nervous, but relieved that things are finally going to get sorted. And me and Harry can be together, I think to myself, and an idiotic grin spreads over my face. I think I'm falling in love with that boy.