I didn't know how long I had been standing outside the club after the bus left. Five minutes…five hours, who knew. All I knew was that Danny needed me, even if he said he didn't want me there, and I was not ready to let him go without a fight.

Entering the noisy joint, I was easily able to find Tom's platinum hair from across the room as he leaned against the bar, his back to the bartender, his face blank and expressionless as he watched something in the distance. His eyes moving ever so slowly as he watched his target closely.

I pushed my way through the crowds and stumbled the last few feet as I squeezed through a tightly knit group of dancers.

Tom glanced my way quickly before looking back at his original focus before doing a double take and waved me over, stepping away from the bar so he could meet me half way. "Where have you been?" He yelled over the blaring music. "I thought you'd be right behind him? What happened?"

"He got upset and said he didn't want to look at me so I just wanted to give him time to cool off." I shrugged dejectedly. "Where is he? I need to talk to him."

Tom looked over his shoulder and perked up on his toes so he could scan the crowd again. "There." He pointed to the left and I had to stand on my toes as well just to see his brunette hair bopping around to the music, surrounded by a group of girls and even a few men, to my dislike. "He's really out of it. I tried to get him to take it easy but you know Danny." Tom spoke like it was an everyday occurrence that Danny got completely hammered and freak danced everything that moved.

Jealousy flared up in my as I struggled to keep my eyes on Danny while he was sandwiched between these two burly men. Not wanting to see anymore, I stormed over to the bar and ordered a drink, downing it in one go. The alcohol burned my throat as it went down and I slammed the glass down on the table with a grimace before ordering one right away. Drink and order. Drink and order. Tom was beside me the entire time, reasoning with me to stop while trying to keep an eye on Danny. After the sixth or seventh drink, my throat was numb to the sensation and the ability to grasp the glass was becoming increasingly more difficult.

I slumped over and banged my head against the bar top, frustrated tears leaking onto the sticky surface. "Why me?" I cried, with every bang.

Hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me upwards, Tom's slightly blurred face coming into view. "Dougie, that's enough." He said sternly, holding me up. "You two need to stop being so god damn stubborn. Do you want to be with Danny? And I mean really want to be with him?"

I nodded as more tears fell down my cheeks. "I love him."

"Then get off your ass and tell him this. Let him know that you haven't given up." He ordered, pulling me to my feet. "He wants you to show him you mean it. Now go prove it."

He gentle shoved me towards the dance floor but I couldn't walk any further. My feet didn't want to go a step forward. All I could do was watch him as he laughed and danced without a care in the world.

I was so oblivious to everything around me in that moment that I didn't even feel the warm breath blow through my hair of the person behind me. "He moves on quickly, eh?" Harry's smooth voice broke me out of my trance and I looked over my shoulder at him.

He frowned down at me and reached over to wipe my tears away but I flinched away from him. "Don't touch me." I slurred, swaying on my unsteady feet. My head starting to spin from the sudden movement.

I looked back over in time to see Danny accepting a slip of paper from one of the men he was dancing with, smiling politely to him before he turned to my direction. Our eyes met and my stomach turned.

The smile melted from his face the moment he saw me, his eyes clouding in worry at the sight of my tears. He pushed his way through the crowds to me but I backed away, bumping into Harry.

I felt sick, my head was spinning and I suddenly abnormally hot. I needed air. I needed a moment.

I tried to smile at Danny but I don't think he saw it because his eyes were now hardened on the man that stood behind me. I mumbled that I needed to leave real quick and stumbled away through the crowd.

….The rest of the night was a blur.