It's Just You And Me Now

Chapter 8: Fear, Shock, Guilt and Confusion

A/N: A bit of change in POVs! Hope you like it!

Danny's POV

Tom, Harry and I are all staring at the scene with wide eyes, as we watch a tall girl with reddish brown hair almost rip Dougie's head off with simple words. We exchange even more worried glances as the tall, menacing guy behind her puts his hand on her shoulder.

'Sheen,' a firm voice tells her, 'calm down. How about you go look for Blink and I'll talk to this guy?' We take deep breaths in as she quickly leaves and he steps closer.

A serious silence between us stays for a few moments before the guy narrows his eyes at Dougie. We tense up, waiting for something to happen.

'You.'

The three of us turn our attention to Dougie, confused. Suddenly the brunette turns to us.

'He your friend?' We all are frozen, lost for words.

'Uh… Uhm… yeah.' I manage to get dumbly out.

'Well tell him to fuck off her next time!' He shouts, pointing to Dougie. He turns away from us and gets close to him.

'Look, we're sorry, man. He's not normally like this, we promise…' Harry tried to bravely defend Dougie before he gets his head smashed in.

'I don't care.' He says coldly, not breaking his glare from Dougie, and Harry quiets down.

'You don't know Blink, I can guarantee you never will.' He snarls lowly. Dougie is frozen like a stone. 'If I see you near her ever again, I will personally beat you until you can't stand. Got it?' He narrows his eyes. Dougie swallows and nods.

'Good,' He steps back and begins to head on his way out, but pauses and turn to me.

'And thanks for bringing her into this, idiot.' I look down guiltily. I didn't even say anything mean to her, and I feel like shit about it. He spins on his heel, and quickly walks out, leaving the four who make McFly in fear, shock, guilt, and confusion.

Blink's POV

'Blink! Blink, where the fuck are you? Blink!' Sheen's voice echoes through the large warehouse as I hear footsteps pounding gradually becoming louder.

I'm sitting on the cold floor of the cellar, caressing the small wooden music box that I got from my mother, when Sheen crashes into the room. I look up at her.

'Yeah?' I ask quietly.

'You okay, Blink?' She asks gently, sitting down on the floor beside me. I look down at the music box and swallow.

'Yeah.' My voice sounds so small, even to me. It's not a good feeling, when you don't talk that much anyway.

'I know you probably know this already, but that idiot has no idea what he was talking about back there,' she says, staring into space.

I curl up into a ball slightly and keep my gaze on the music box.

I wish she were here right now.

I wish she were always with me.

Sheen continues her attempt to comfort me.

'You're definitely not a skank. If anyone was, it was he. You're the coolest person I know, so don't let people like him get you down.' She concludes her little speech with a hug, which surprises me greatly. Sheen isn't one of the cuddly types.

I wrap my arms around her as tight as I can, and weep softly into her shoulder like the little kid I never was.

'It doesn't matter if he never loved you,' she whispers. We both know exactly who he is.

'Dodger and I are your family now, and have been since the night we first found you.'

I cry for the rest of the night for different reasons until I fall asleep in Sheen's arms.

One reason obviously being that I'm still upset about that asshole that doesn't know about my father or me.

But also because I've never felt more loved by anyone.

Not my mother.

Not Anyone.