A/N YAYA NEW CHAPPIE AGAIN. Exciting times! Only a few days overdue, but hey, hope it was worth the wait.

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Danny and Dougie sat in silence for a few minutes, Dougie staring at the ceiling, contemplating how to put the next phase of his plan into action. Danny was looking over the slight form of his best friend, feeling so happy and glad that Dougie was alive and well and getting better every day. Dougie broke the silence with a loud yawn and glanced over at Danny.

"Hey Danny" he started.

"Yes Dougs?"

"I'm really tired and a bit sore. Can you get me some painkillers and then I'd like to sleep until the others get back?" Dougs asked. Danny gazed at the bassist, searching his expression for Dougs true feelings. Danny had long since learnt Dougie was not one to tell Danny exactly how he was feeling, but Danny was getting pretty good at guessing the young boys mood. And right now Danny could tell Dougie was not in a good mood. He wasn't sure why, or what was wrong. He just hoped it was nothing more than pain in his injuries. But Danny knew there were plenty of underlying problems with Dougie right now. He just hoped it wasn't anything serious.

"Course Dougs. I'll be right back" And with that Danny took one last, swift gazed at the slight boy and left the room. Dougie watched as he went, his blue eyes filling with tears as he thought about what he was about to do to his best friend. Dougie knew it was all for the best in the long run though. They didn't need Dougie anymore; anyway Dougie was completely useless to them now. They'd get on a lot better without him and a few months down the line, he'd be completely forgotten about. Hell, it would probably be days till they didn't know who Dougie was anymore. They'd be writing and playing and touring and everyone would be happy. Dougie sighed. He knew deep down he wouldn't be happy, but he had to do this for his friends. It wasn't fair on them anymore, he was just a burden.

Dougie's thoughts were interrupted by Danny coming noisily back into the room.

"Hey Dougs, I got you a glass of water and your painkillers" he called as he walked over to Dougies bed. Dougie just smiled weakly at the guitarist, not wanting to speak to him. He knew if he was to leave soon, he had to start the separation process now. It would make it easier for all of them.

Danny smiled back at Dougie, slightly confused as to why he was just smiling at him. Shaking his head, he continued to Dougies bedside and set the water and tablets on the nightstand. He leant over the thin body of his friend and heaved him up the bed into a sitting position. He plumped the pillows up behind the boy and arranged the duvet over him again. Satisfied, he stepped back from the bed and surveyed Dougie.

"That alright Dougs?" he asked. Dougie smiled and nodded. Once again, Danny was confused as to why he didn't speak, but put it down to him being exhausted.

The guitarist helped Dougie take his tablets and then settled him down to sleep.

"You sleep for as long as you want Dougs, I'll make sure the boys don't disturb you" Dougie smiled yet again and obediently shut his eyes. He knew he wasn't going to sleep though. He had far too much to think about and organise in a short space of time and anyway, he had to be awake and listening to the boys.

A short while later, Dougie heard the front door open and the familiar sounds of the five other boys falling into the house, all trying to get through the door at once. Danny immediately leapt up out of his seat in front of the TV and dashed into the hall, trying to shush his friends.

"Guys shut up" he called as loudly as he dared. "Dougs is asleep and I don't want to disturb him. He looked completely knackered and he needs all the rest he can get"

The others immediately shut up, all feeling slightly guilty.

"Sorry Danny" Tom stage whispered.

"Don't worry about it. You weren't to know" he smiled at them and ushered the quickly and quietly into one of the other living rooms across the hall from Dougies room. Once inside, they all ran to grab the best seats on the sofas and then collapsed onto them. Danny, who was left behind, had nowhere to sit. Instead, he opted to jump on top of Tom and James, who were sharing the little two-seater sofa. They groaned and tried to budge Danny off of the top of them.

"Sorry boys, no can do I'm afraid. I ain't moving for nothing or no one" he laughed. Tom and James redoubled their efforts. Danny just wiggled about on top of them, his bony bum digging into their legs.

"Danny, I'm begging ya man. Get the fack off of me" James pleaded, laughing along with him.

"Nope" Danny cried and then fell off of them as James kneed him violently in the back. "Hey, what was that for?" he asked indignantly as he dusted himself off.

"For being a bloody great oaf" Tom giggled. Danny just glared at him and went and sat on the floor in front of Harry.

"So, what movie did you get?" he asked the room at large.

"The Inbetweeners Movie" cried Charlie happily.

"Ahh, I flacking love that movie" sighed Matt. The six boys in the room fell into a deep, intense discussion about the Inbetweeners Movie and all things Inbetweeners. None of them realised that Dougie was stood outside the door, listening to their banter with unhappy tears running down his cheeks.

Listening to his friend's easy chatter, Dougie felt his heart break into what felt like a million pieces. He just couldn't do it anymore, he wasn't the same Dougie he had been only a few short months ago. Life felt harder for him now. The effort it had taken him to get out of bed was proof enough of that. Dougie sighed. It was more apparent now than ever that he had to leave his friends for good. He glanced down at the wad of cash in his hand he'd taken from Danny's wallet. He hoped Danny wouldn't mind. He'd not taken a lot, just enough to get buses and trains back to his home.

What he really needed now was his mum. He needed her to hold him, kiss him, reassure him he did the right thing by leaving his friends. Dougie listened a while longer at the door, longing and wishing he could be in there with his friends, exchanging the easy banter, initiating a pillow fight, laughing at something stupid Tom had done. Just being normal. When he couldn't take it anymore he struggled back into his room/living room and collapsed on his bed, hiding the cash in his boxers.

He lay there, trying to catch his breath and ease the pain. And then he cried again.

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