My eyes shot open as a loud bang resounded throughout the house. I looked around, lost for a moment as to where I was, but as soon as I looked down at the man sleeping peacefully beside me I remembered all the events of that morning. I stretched and curled back up beside him when the sound of an unexpected guest made their presence known.

"I'm home!"

I shot up and stared at the bedroom door in fear as Harry's voice called out. I had completely forgot that he was coming back that day. I carefully climbed out of Danny's bed and watched him for a second to make sure that I hadn't waken him before I head out of the room.

I made my way down the stairs and followed the sounds of his footsteps into the living room where he was looking behind the couches, most likely thinking we were playing a prank and hiding on him. "Where is everybody?"

I cleared my throat and walked further into the room, smiling the moment he turned around to face me.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug. "Are you alright?" He asked, the smile fading from his face as he looked me over critically.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"From the voicemail you left me last night you sounded really upset." He said, still looking worried. "I could barely make out what you were saying."

"Oh, that." I said, remembering how I cried hysterically on his voicemail telling him what Danny had done and how I wanted him to come home. "Yeah, that's been taken care of." I felt my face start to heat up with embarrassment, the bad thoughts of last night returning. "Listen, I got to tell you something. Let's sit down." I took his hand and lead him over to the couch, sitting beside him.

Harry still looked wary as I was still trying to figure out exact what to say to him. "What's up?"

"Well," I said. "while you were away, a lot of stuff happened."

"What kind of stuff?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, my throat feeling like it was closing up. "Um…Danny and I talked things out and we're kind of together."

His eyes narrowed slightly, his frown turning into a faint scowl. "Kind of?" He questioned.

"We are together." I confirmed. "Definitely." I couldn't bring myself to look Harry in the eyes. My heart breaking as he sighed and looked down at his hands dejectedly. "Harry, I know you're probably just as shocked as I was." I smiled tentatively, placing my hand on his in a sign of comfort. "I've waited so long to know how he really felt and now I know and I've never been happier." I stopped suddenly, realizing that what I was saying wasn't what Harry wanted to hear. I sighed and took my hand off his and brought it up to his chin, lifting his face up so he was looking my in the eyes. "I just want to apologize if I gave you any misleading signs. I do like you, just not like-"

"I get it." He said shortly, pulling away from my touch.

I frowned and looked down. "I know you're upset with me-"

"I'm not upset." He reassured me with a sad smile. "Honest. I was just shocked." He put his arm around me, giving my a one armed hug. "Congratulations." He whispered, making my heart swell with happiness. "Now how about this." He said, pulling away, that smile of his back on his face. "I'm gonna go and get something to eat real quick because I'm starving then you and me can go up to my room, play some Xbox and catch up."

"Okay." I nodded enthusiastically. "I'll meet you up there."

I practically hopped up the steps, I was so happy. I was convinced Harry would never speak to me again for choosing to be with Danny. I was just glad that he could put whatever differences with him aside for me but as I neared Danny room, I felt fear fill me up. I didn't know how Danny would react to me still being friends with Harry; if he'd still want me to be friends with Harry.

I opened the door to Danny's room and saw that he was awake, sitting up in bed with his guitar, strumming some random cords.

He looked up after seeing the door open out of the corner of his eye and immediately he smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Hello." He said.

"Hi." I whispered back, feeling myself blush under his gaze.

"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked, setting his guitar down beside his bed. "I was thinking that we could stay in bed all day and have a movie marathon. What do you say?" I nodded quickly, averting my eyes from his and looking over my shoulder to see if Harry was coming upstairs yet. "You okay?" Danny asked, sensing my nervousness.

I looked back at him and nodded, shuffling over and sitting on the edge of his bed. "Harry's home and I told him everything."

Danny snorted with laughter, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on top of them. "What he have to say about that?"

"He's actually fine with it." I shrugged. "He wants to play some video games and catch up though." I grew steadily more nervous, waiting for him to say something. "I told him I would but if you don't want me to then I'll-"

"You don't need my permission to hang out with him, you know." He said, looking at me with a blank expression.

"I know." I said, still feeling guilty for doing it. "It's just I know you two are on bad terms and I want to believe the things you told me, I really do, but I feel like I know him better than that."

"Doug," He said, lifting himself up so he could crawl across the bed, sitting down next to me. "I may not like the things that Harry has done but that doesn't mean I'm going to make you stop hanging out with him."

I leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I just don't want things to be awkward."

He kissed the top of my head, wrapping his arm around my waist. "You are free to hang out with whomever you like." He said softly, kissing my head again. "As long as I'm the one you come back to at the end of the day, that's all that matters to me."

I looked up to see that he was looking down at me. I smiled bashfully and sat up, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, resting my forehead against his. "It will always be you."

Danny smiled brightly, kissing me again, before shuffling back to his previous position, pulling the covers back over his bare legs. "Go on then." He said, waving me off.

"I won't be long" I told him, walking over to the door. "and when I'm done it will be just me, you and an afternoon of movies."

He smiled once more, pulling his guitar back onto his lap. "I'll keep your spot warm for you."