Holly's P.O.V

I stared at Danny in shock- what on Earth had possessed Danny to punch Harry like that? They seemed fine together earlier, so what's happened? Dougie seemed to know something was up, with the way he told Danny not to do anything stupid... Oh my God, has Harry done something to Pugsley? I swear, if he has, I will rip his fucking balls off and force him to eat them. Although, I've not heard any arguing between them. Maybe it'd be a good idea to actually ask Dougie instead of sitting here thinking up a million scenarios in my head.

"Doug?"

He quickly turned around, shaking his head slightly as if he was in some sort of daydream.

"Yeah?" he asked tiredly.

"Erm, what was the whole thing with Harry about?"

He shifted awkwardly and straight away I could see it wasn't going to be an easy task to get any information out of him.

"I don't know."

I sighed- so he's going to play dumb?

"Dougie, you do know. What with all the whispering that's been happening between you and Danny, it was sort of obvious that something's up."

"The whispering was about something else- not Harry."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Dougie..."

"It was, I swear. We were whispering about... cows."

I snorted in disbelief. He really needs to get better at thinking up stuff on the spot. Cows? What an idiot.

"Look, Dougie, this is to do with my friends as well, so..."

I was cut off by the sound of a mobile ringing. Dougie reached into his pocket and stared at it for a moment, before flipping it open.

"I told you, I don't want to know."

I frowned. Who could it be? Then the penny dropped- it's his dad. Why did he answer?

"You left! That's why I don't want to know! You left us! You left Mum! With two kids!"

He was shouting slightly, yet not quite loud enough to wake Sam. Although, she sleeps like a log so...

"Don't. Don't you dare. I am nothing, and I mean nothing, like you."

I bit my lip. Should I stop the call or let it carry on? I may be his best friend, but I don't deal with drama well.

"Just stop. Please. Just stop."

I turned around to see Dougie slowly slide to the floor, tears running down his face and the phone pressed to his ear.

Oh God.

I walked over to him and gently prised the phone from his hand, quickly pressing the end call button. I couldn't hear exactly what was being said but from the couple of words I managed to make out, it definitely wasn't very nice.

"Oh, Dougie."

I pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back in a soothing motion, to try and calm him down. It didn't seem to be working though- the tears were still coming thick and fast.

Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Tom standing above us with a concerned look on his face. I simple mouthed the word 'Dad' at him and he nodded, walking away. Dougie suddenly sniffed and sat up, a few tears still making their way down his face.

"Erm, look, I think I'm gonna go be on my own for a while."

I simply nodded, understanding that right now he probably has a few things to think about.

He walked away, looking like he was heading off to the viewing deck.

Just as I was about to head off to bed, my stomach gave a loud rumble. God, I am so hungry. I've not eaten anything since Harry called me fat, so surely one chocolate bar wouldn't hurt? No, I don't need a chocolate bar. My brain's telling me I do, but I know I don't. I refuse to be fat. I head off to bed, stomach still growling, but feeling quite proud of my willpower.

Dougie's P.O.V

I left Holly and walked off into the viewing deck, sitting down on one of the sofas. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my chin on them, a few tears slowly making their way down my face. I'm such a fucking cry baby. My 'Dad' was right- I am nothing. I don't deserve Holly trying to help me- what have I ever done for her? And the band. I don't belong here. I'm just some bass player, and not even a good one. Even Holly mentioned that, when she shouted at me. She may have said she didn't mean it, but she did. I could see it in her eyes.

I hate him. I fucking hate him. He always manages to make me feel like complete and utter shit. Even when he lived with us. I never told the guys, but he was a horrible father. Well, to me. Not Jazzie. She was the apple of his eye. His little princess. He'd always wanted a daughter. I didn't fit into his equation. His idea of his 'perfect' family was him, a wife and a little girl. So when I came out, he wasn't happy.

I guess I've always been a disappointment to him. Never did anything right. Never did well enough in school. Wasn't any good at sport. All I cared about was music. Another disappointment to him. Always banging on about how 'It wasn't going to get me anywhere in life.' Well, look at me now Dad. Although, judging by his phone calls, he's less than impressed.

There was suddenly a sniff and I looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway, holding a slightly bloody tissue to his nose. Man, Danny must have hit him hard.

He gingerly sat down on the couch opposite, looking slightly awkward.

"Hey Pugs."

"Hey," I whispered, my voice slightly hoarse from all the crying.

"So, I'm guessing your Dad called?" he asked timidly.

"And we have a winner," I replied dryly.

"Dougie, it's simple. Just ignore him, don't answer his calls. Pretend like he doesn't exist."

"You really think it's that easy?" I scoffed.

"Well, explain to me how it isn't?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright, I will," I said, standing up.

"Yeah, he left us. Yeah, he made my life a living hell. Yeah, I hate him. But he's still my Dad. Yeah, I could ignore one call. Maybe even two. But eventually, I WILL pick up the phone, just to hear what he says. Even if it leaves me feeling shit inside. And don't try to comment- you still have your fucking Dad."

I quickly walked out of the room, not wanting him to see the tears running down my face. He has no right to try and tell me how to deal with my Dad- he doesn't know what it's like. I walk upstairs into the bunk room and climb into bed with Holly, wrapping my arms around her. To be honest, right now I'd rather have someone's arms around me, but she's already asleep.

With all the thoughts that are running through my head, I just know I'm in for a long night. Pair this with the fact that I can hear Fletch mouthing off at someone downstairs, Tom giggling at something on the telly and Harry stomping about angrily, sleep is not going to come easy. Sweet dreams? Not bloody likely.