So, we have reached the end of this story. I want to take this moment to thank each and everyone of you guys for reviewing and loving this story as much as I loved writing it.
It means the world to me to see such positive feedback so thank you!

I also want to let you all know that there will be a sequel to this, entitled Unsaid Things. I will post the first add for it tomorrow evening.

Enjoy!

My first conscious memory that morning was the throbbing pain in my head.

I opened my eyes very slowly, trying my best to stop the room from spinning. Everything began to come into focus and, though I wasn't completely sure as to where I was, it had an odd sense of familiarity.

I searched my mind for the events of last night that lead me here but came up empty.

I rolled onto my back and started breathing in and out slowly as my stomach churned at the slightest of movements. Once I was wasn't going to be ill, I sat up and instantly became aware that my clothes had been removed along with my boxers which laid strewn on the floor by the door.

My breath hitched in my throat. What had I done?

Sweat broke out from every pore of my body as panic set in. I looked around, desperate to find something that would make this a dream, something abnormal that just screamed I was dreaming.

I looked over to my right to see that I was not alone. The figure beside me snored loudly and shifted under the covers. I stared wide eyed at the form, my hand trembling as I reached over to pull the sheets down from their face.

As if in slow motion, the white sheet slid down and my stomach turned as I looked upon Harry sleeping beside me, equally as naked as I was.

My heart felt as if it was racing so fast it was sure to burst at any given moment. I pull the sheets off of me and slid out of bed, quickly picking up my clothing and pulling on my boxer before racing from the room before I wake him.

I made my way down the hallway, leaning against the wall as my already unsteady legs trembled. I slipped into my room and grabbed a fresh pair of boxer and some clothes before shuffling across the hall and into the bathroom.

I stripped the dirty boxers off again and stepping into the shower, turning the taps on to the hottest I could get the water to.

I stepped under the stream of water, my body numb from shock that the scolding water didn't bother me.

How could this have happened?

My mind was still clouded from my night of excessive drinking that I couldn't remember anything after the fifth or sixth shot.

I took a majority of my time in the shower washing my body repeatedly yet, no matter how much soap I used or how hard I scrubbed, I still couldn't rid myself of this dirty feeling.

I climbed out the shower and dressed into my clean clothes. Bits and pieces of the night were slowly coming back to me. Danny dancing with some guy, crying, someone shoving me into a cab.

All flashes…nothing concrete.

I made my way downstairs, the silence in the house was unnerving me. This never ending feeling of dread washed over my when I entered the living room to find Tom sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, suitcases lying at his feet.

"Tom." I said, my voice sore and rough.

Tom looked up, his eyes red and swollen, his face forlorn. "You're awake."

My breathing quickened as I eyed the bags at his feet. "Where's Danny?"

"Gone." His words were barely a whisper but they screamed loud and clear in my head.

"Why is he gone?"

"You don't remember, do you?" He asked, watching me with his sad eyes. "God! This is all my fault." He said suddenly, no longer looking at me. His voice was still low, like he was talking more to himself than anything. "I should have been able to stop this from happening." He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and returned his attention to me. "What exactly do you remember from last night?"

I shrugged, trying to pull my memories together into a solid picture. "Danny dancing and I think Harry was saying something." I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest as Tom's expression turned painful. "Tom, please, what happened?"

"When you left, Danny tried to go after you but Harry got in the way." He began. "The two of them started fighting, I couldn't get to them in time to break it up before Harry shoved Danny hard enough that he fell back and smacked his head." I gasped involuntarily, my hands flying up to cover my mouth. "I stayed with him while Harry went off after you. I'm sure, by the way you woke up, you know what happened next."

"Oh God!" It all hit me like a freight train. The mist that clouded my mind had finally lifted and I was suddenly flooded with the memories of last night. The feeling of Harry's hands on my skin, his lips on mine. The sounds, the smells…I shuddered at the thought. "Danny didn't see-"

"No," Tom interrupted, shaking his head. "but he heard enough to know what was happening."

"Tom, please believe me. I never meant for this to happen."

"I know you didn't." He assured me. "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't know your own mother, let alone who you were sleeping with in the state you were in."

I walked over to him, sitting myself down on the couch beside him. I couldn't look at him any longer now that I was that close. The tear stained marked Tom's cheek were becoming too much for me to bare. "Tom, where's Danny?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not? I need to talk to him."

Tom sighed and covered his face once more with his hands, taking a moment before lowering them again and turning towards me. "Danny is refusing to come back until you and Harry are gone." He spoke very slowly, allowing me time for the words to sink in. "I've talked to Fletch and he's arranged flats for you two, completely separated, across town from each other and Harry won't know where you are." He must have known what I was thinking because he spoke before I could voice my thoughts. "This is only temporary, Dougs. Danny just needs some time."

"But I-"

Tom smiled and put his arm around me, pulling me into him. "I'll do my best to talk him into coming around but don't expect a miracle." I nodded, lying my head on his shoulder as my eyes started to burn with tears. "It's going to take time."

"And the band?" I asked, knowing that, through all of this, the band was the most important thing, not only to me, but to Tom. He had worked so hard to make this band what it is now and, in the blink of an eye, it could all be over and it was my fault.

"Like I said, this is only temporary." He made to get up so I moved my head and looked up at him. "In a few weeks, everyone will calm down, we'll talk this out and things can go back to normal. We'll have to make due with Harry." He smirked at his last comment, nudging me to get a reaction.

I just nodded, wanting desperately to believe him but this sinking feeling in my heart was telling my brain differently.

"I've packed a few of your things, if I missed anything just call my cell and I'll have them sent to you." The air around us became awkward as I realized that the bags on the ground beside me were mine. Tom must have done this while I was in the shower.

"Okay." I whispered.

"I've got to go get Harry ready." He said, placing his hand on my shoulder and giving it a light squeeze then he backed away towards the doorway. "I'll see you soon, Dougie." With one more fleeting glance, he walked out of the room, leaving me in silence with just my thoughts.

I loved you. I still love you, Danny. Yet, here I am, in what used to be my home, my bags at my feet, images of you not hours ago swimming through my dazed mind. Your beautiful blue eyes clouded in pain, tears masking their once carefree shine.

Why did I do what I did? Why did I let you walk away?

Maybe it's because I don't understand, myself, what I did that caused these chain of events that destroyed my future with the band and, most importantly, with you.

But I swear to you I will fix things. I will make this up to you and get you back because, after all, love makes us do crazy things.

I did repeat the ending of the prologue. Just my way of bringing the story full circle.
I hope to see you guys in the sequel!
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