Chapter fourteen. – Dougie's Pov
"Harry?" I croaked as I slowly, opened my eyes, trying to lift my head that was still pounding hysterically, causing me to let it fall back down on the pillow.
Desperately I moved my hands around to find Harry in the bed. But I couldn't feel him anywhere. He was gone.
I wiped the sweat away from my forehead before I tried to sit up, my eyes wandering around the room as I tried to spot Harry anywhere. But the only thing I found was a note laying on the nightstand.
I'm at Fletch's place. Call me if something's wrong. Just stay in bed, Dougie.
Harry xxx
Love you loads.
Groaning I placed the note back on the nightstand, before this weird feeling went through my whole body, and I ran the quickest I could to the toilet, throwing up the second I dropped down in front of it.
Tears trickled down my cheeks as I kept throwing up, thinking I was going to die because of it. It never stopped.
"Oh god…" I croaked as I clutched my chest, this weird pain going through it, and I knew why. The same thing happened again. Like last time, when I passed out on that gig.
I just hoped that nothing would happen. Since Harry wasn't home.
Falling onto the floor, I curled up in a little ball, letting the frightened tears fall down my cheeks.
Why did Harry leave me to go to Fletch? He could've stayed with me.
Harry's Pov"Did I tell you that you were allowed to just go home like that?" Fletch snapped as I entered his house for the second time that day.
"No…" I answered quietly.
"Then why did you go home? Why didn't you stay here with Dougie? He could've rested here too."
I could feel guilt wash over me as I thought of Dougie. How anything could happen. He could have been dizzy, wanting to go downstairs. He could fall down the stairs.
"Because he looked really ill! I wanted to get him home. And I think I did the right thing to take him home, since he passed out in the car! He looked really pale. And I'm sure that he still is. He had no reason to stay here!" I shouted, suddenly feeling so angry.
Fletch watched me with shock written all over his face, before he glared at me.
"Go down to Tom and Danny." He said.
Just as I was about to do down to them, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Sighing, I picked it up.
Dougie
My heart started to beat faster as I quickly answered. "Dougie?"
"H-Harry… Please come home…" He groaned in the phone. A groan because of pain.
"I can't… Is anything wrong?" Another groan was heard, followed by a whimper. "Dougie please, is something wrong?"
"I feel really s-sick… and it h-hurts… so much…" he whimpered.
"What hurts?"
"M-My chest… I think I threw up t-too much…"
"Baby I'm coming. Just stay where you are." Quickly, I ran to Fletch while putting the phone in my pocket again.
"Fletch I really need to go home. Something's wrong with Dougie. His chest. I can't let him be home alone if something would happen. You have to understand. Please. I beg you." I whimpered, feeling close to tears because of worry and fear.
"Then I'm going with you. I need to see it with my own eyes." He answered before walking towards the front door.
Was that some weird joke? Having to see it with his own eyes?
We all drove home, the ride feeling as if it was for a year.
Desperately I sat in the back seat, fiddling with my fingers, all sorts of thoughts going through my head.
Arriving to the house, I nearly threw myself out of the car and ran the quickest to the door, locking it up.
The whole house was quiet, not even a whimper or a groan was heard. Nothing.