Longest chapter so far, it didn't seem right to cut it in any places, so it's long :) But enjoy anyway. Make sure you read it thoroughly as there is a part in it that relates to later on in the story! :) Thanks for reading and reviewing. Review and tell me if you notice something about a certain person in it.... :P

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Chapter 14- Harry's Story

He looked up. There were three sets of eyes anxiously hoping for answers as to why their drummer had disappeared.

'I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry I didn't say where I was going. I'm sorry I thought you guys thought I did it. I'm sorry for just leaving. I'm sorry I wasn't there when Danny fainted. I'm sorry-,' Harry started.

'Okay Harry! We get it! You're sorry and we forgive you! Now just get on with it man!' Dougie exclaimed.

Harry gave him a weak smile. 'Well, once the press started saying stuff, I didn't want to be there for any of it. I was too scared to say anything because they'd twist my words and I was too scared to face them, I needed to get away from them. So I quietly left, hoping no one saw it. Once I got backstage I had a panic attack and had no idea where I was going to go. I needed somewhere away from them. And I was too scared to face you guys; I thought that because I was gone, you'd think I'd actually done it. I was scared you'd never want to see me again and that you'd kick me out of the band-.'

'Harry, we would never kick you out of the band. And we definitely don't think you did it okay?' Tom said fiercely and Harry nodded.

'So I went out the door and went into that forest across the road and sat under a tree for a while, thinking. To tell you the truth, I considered going to Ireland, just so I wouldn't have to face the press and you guys-.' Harry sighed as he was cut off again.

'You were wrong Danny! You said he'd never even leave the country!' Tom exclaimed.

'Tom! Stop interrupting or I'll call Lila and she can give you some of that bad medicine they give the kids on Nanny McPhee! Now shut up!' Dougie shouted. Tom slunk back against his chair.

'I never did leave the country,' Harry chuckled. 'Then I kept walking and kinda got lost in that stupid forest. It was like trying to navigate through Dougie's bedro-...' Harry stopped as he realised what he was saying. The three grimaced at him.

'Okay, I'm sorry that was a bad example, but it was pretty damn hard. I ended up bumping into this guy. His name was Mark and he asked if I was lost and I said I was. Then he asked if I had somewhere to stay and I said no, so he led me to this hostel thingy. And believe me, it was a wonder that place even still up and running. It smelled bad and everything was falling apart. But it was better than nothing. So I checked in for five quid for the night and they gave me this tiny, tiny room with these eleven guys. The rest of them were okay, you know, regular guys who'd been kicked out of home or something. But there was this one dude called Chris who pretty much lived there. He was one of those rough guys who tried picking fights with everyone he met. Like that guy Dougie ran into at last year's New Found Glory gig, remember that Doug?' Harry asked and Dougie nodded.

'Ughhhhhh!' he shivered. 'That was scary!'

'So anyway, I decided I'd just try and keep quiet and maybe he wouldn't try and kill me. So I tried to lay on my tiny bunk, trying to make myself unnoticed. But of course he did notice me and he started yelling all this stuff at me about him thinking I looked like someone famous, then he took that iPod I got and started yelling that McFly, V, Fightstar, Busted and The Used was poofter music, so I grabbed the iPod back and he punched me-,' Harry pulled down the neck of his t-shirt to show them the purple bruise.

'Ouch! Are you okay?' Tom gasped quickly, glancing at Dougie.

'Tom!' Dougie shouted.

'I'm just asking if he's okay!' Tom protested as Dougie's finger edged closer to the nurse button.

'Dougie just wants Lila in here so he can snog her some more,' Harry chuckled.

Danny and Tom turned and faced him. 'You're snogging her Dougie?! She's a nurse for Christ's sake!' Tom exclaimed.

'What's wrong with that?' Dougie asked innocently.

'She's supposed to be working! Not playing Tonsil Hockey!' Tom said and Dougie shrugged.

'Er guys? Once you're done fighting over whether or not Dougie should snog hot nurses, I'd like to hear the rest of Harry's story,' Danny said quietly.

'Oh, sorry Harry! Continue,' Dougie said, waving his hand at him.

'Thank you Dougie. So he went to hit me again and one of the other guys grabbed him before he could. Then he thought I looked like Harry from McFly, so I left, then we had dinner, which was some kind of grey mush and Chris broke some dude's nose, then I went to bed and listened to the iPod, which died. Then I woke up this morning and Chris had stolen my iPod, wallet and-.' Harry stopped as Tom cut over him again.

'What happened to your shoes and feet?! God! It looks like you've been running over broken glass! I'll call in a nurse...'

Dougie slapped a hand over Tom's mouth. 'One more word while Harry's talking and I'll call Lila!'

'Sorry,' Tom said in a muffled voice.

'Now can I trust you to not talk?' Dougie asked and Tom nodded. He removed his hand from Tom's mouth and waved Harry onto continue.

'I was getting to that Tom. As I was saying, Chris stole my wallet, iPod, shoes and socks. Must've thought it was some kind of stupid joke. It was six in the morning then I left without breakfast and ran here and found Dougie in the hotel by himself,' Harry finished.

'You ran here?!' Danny exclaimed. 'It's so far!'

Harry shrugged. 'It's not when you're running to something you really miss.'

'Awwwwwwww!' the three cooed, all throwing their arms around Harry. He was so swamped by people, he slid right off the edge of Danny's bed and onto the floor, giggling.

'So you haven't had a very good night I'm guessing?' Danny said and Harry shook his head, going to stand back up. It was then that it finally hit him with how much his feet actually did hurt.

'Ouch!!' he exclaimed, sinking back to the floor.

'Harry! Danny, push the nurse button!' Dougie exclaimed, running over and kneeling next to Harry.

'Are you okay?' he asked.

'Yeah, just realised how much my feet actually hurt. I didn't realise how cut up they actually were,' Harry winced.

Lila raced in. 'What's going on?'

'Harry needs his feet checked out!' Dougie exclaimed, helping him up into Tom's vacated chair. She glanced down at his feet.

'I'll be right back...' she said, heading out of the room.

'Harry, we're sorry,' Tom sighed, looking down at his hands.

'What for?' Harry asked. 'I know we're sorry to Dougie, but why me? You haven't done anything.'

'You didn't do anything to me either!' Dougie piped up.

'Dougie, just leave it, we did and you know it. So stop. And Harry we're sorry that we seemed like we didn't believe you okay?' Tom said softly.

'It's okay,' Harry whispered and the others nodded.

'Because we know very well that you didn't. And we're going to help in trying to figure out who it was,' Tom said and Harry nodded.

'That's one of the main reasons why I came back. I needed your help. We have to find out who did it, okay?'

'Okay. We also need to find another house. Fletch told me that he'd find us one, but I think it would be much cooler if we found our own eh?' Tom said brightly.

'Yes! Then I can have the biggest bedroom with a swimming pool and a whole wall stereo and a balcony with free girls every hour to give me a lap dance!' Dougie exclaimed excitedly.

'Dougie, we're not buying a strip club,' Tom sighed, shaking his head.

'Awh,' Dougie sulked, crossing his arms.

'What's that I hear about strip clubs?' Lila asked as she came back in carrying a box.

'Nothing,' Tom laughed. He looked beside him. Danny had fallen asleep and was drooling on the pillow.

'Erm...when did he manage to fall asleep?!' Lila frowned as she sat down on the floor to see to Harry's feet.

'I have no idea...' Tom said, shaking his head once again.

'Ah well. If he eats lunch you guys can leave this afternoon,' Lila said absently as she began pulling antiseptic and tweezers from the box. The other two remained silent as she began looking over them.

'What did you do to them Harry?! They're full of pieces of twigs and stones!' she said in shock, putting a towel underneath his feet. Harry shrugged.

'Well, I'm going to need to pull these out, it might hurt a bit, but I think you'll be okay,' she smiled as she began to dig into Harry's foot with the tweezers. Harry winced and gripped the sides of the chair.

'Lila--?' Dougie said softly. 'I think you need to give him something before he rips the arms off the chair...'

Lila looked up at Harry biting down hard on his lip and his white knuckles. 'Alright, I'll go get some ice,' she sighed and left the room again.

'What'd you say her name was again?' Danny asked sleepily.

'Lila. Are you sure you haven't lost your memory Danny?' Dougie asked.

'Dougie, Danny's just been bonked on the head; he's lost a lot of brain cells. He didn't have many to begin with. He may have lost all of them. We have to take it slow,' Tom said solemnly, gently placing a hand on Danny's hand while Dougie and Harry cracked up. Danny stuck the end of his tongue out at Tom and sat up, putting a hand on the back of his head gingerly.

'I feel so sick,' he sighed, his hand moving from his head onto his stomach.

'Are you okay?' Tom asked quietly, frowning. Danny nodded gingerly.

Tom bit his lip and turned back to Harry who was glancing down at his feet every so often. 'Why didn't you think we believed you?'

'Just the way you talked to me and stuff. And the way you looked at me,' Harry sighed, leaning back in his chair. Tom nodded, looking down at the floor. Danny sighed loudly and turned on the TV.

'Danny, don't...' Tom muttered.

'Why not Tom?' Danny asked irately. 'Are we just going to keep running from the press? Are we just going to keep pretending it's not happening? Are we just going to go about life the way it was before our house burned down? Are we--?'

'Danny, stop. Just stop okay? Calm down and think about what you're saying. We'll start looking for a house today. We will hold a press conference to tell the public what's really been happening. We will work as a team to get the bastard that did this to us okay? Just no more fighting, the man who lit the fire is just wanting this to happen okay? We're not going to be scared by the press anymore. We're going to fix this okay? It's not over, til it's over!' Tom said fiercely.

There was stunned silence.

'Tom, ever since the fire you've become very fond of pep talks,' Dougie smiled. Tom smiled as well which infected Harry and Danny.

'That's the faces I like to see.' They all jumped and looked around. Lila was leaning against the door, grinning at them. They turned and smiled at her as she walked back in and kneeled in front of Harry's feet again, putting an icepack on each of them. Danny began flicking through the channels as Tom and Dougie began eating the box of chocolates on Danny's bedside table a fan had gotten them. Suddenly the presenter said their name again and everyone turned to watch the TV.

'and there's been an escalation in the McFire saga. There have been reports Harry Judd, the band's drummer has returned and is now inside the hospital where Danny Jones, the band's lead guitarist is being kept, as a result of his mysterious collapse on Friday afternoon. There have been no new information as to why Danny collapsed or why Harry disappeared at the festival yesterday, but as soon as we get word, you will know...'

'That's it, we need to have a press conference, we need to clear your name Harry and come up with the real reason why Danny collapsed and why Harry left,' Tom said, shaking his head.

'I agree,' Lila said as she held the icepacks to Harry's feet. 'Harry, how are your feet?'

'Numb,' Harry replied.

'Good,' Lila smiled as she took them off and began picking the pieces of debris out of Harry's feet.

'Doesn't even hurt,' Harry smiled.

'So what are we going to tell the press? That Danny has an eating disorder?' Tom asked.

Danny's head snapped up. 'I don't have an eating disorder Tom.'

'What would you call it Lila? From a medical point of view?' Tom asked.

'I don't want to be a part of this Tom...'

'Just pretend you don't know any of us okay? Now what would you call it from a medical point of view?' Tom snapped.

'Tom! Leave it!' Dougie warned.

'No Doug. Yes, I would call it an eating disorder,' Lila said quietly.

'That's right, all gang up on me,' Danny muttered.

'Danny, please just calm down. We can say that you just had a head wound and intense stress and pressure. That's all. And with me, we can just say I needed some time alone,' Harry said, wincing as Lila dug into his foot with the tweezers, small drips of blood running down them and onto the towel underneath.

'That's a good idea, then we can ask that they leave us alone. I'll get on the phone to Fletch now,' Tom said, hurriedly getting his phone out of his pocket and heading out the door.