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Danny's POV
I peered out my bedroom window to see a red car pull up, Dougie's here. My mum agreed to let him stay as long as he wants, it's just going to be quite awkward around here, sharing a room with him especially.
Living in a bungalow is easy; he can't get lost like at James' house. I walked over to the door and pulled it open. Dougie was getting out of the car with Harry, and they were walking towards me.
"Hey Danny, thanks for letting me stay." Dougie smiled, pushing his beautiful blonde hair behind his ears.
I smiled."That's okay, mate."
"I'll see you tomorrow Doug." Harry smiled, pulling the boy into a hug. I awkwardly stood there, waiting for them to separate. I wish I had something like what those two have, I feel like me and Harry aren't even friends anymore!
"Bye" Dougie smiled, waving as Harry went and got back in the car.
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Dougie's POV
Dear Diary,
Things have been alright at Danny's so far, his mum is so kind and she's hilarious – almost as funny as Harry's! I can tell everything will be alright here.
I tried Harry's school uniform on earlier, it's far too big for me, it'll have to do though!
It's the middle of the night now, I can hear Danny cute snores from the bed next to mine, they're almost as cute as Harry's! Haha!
Well, I should go to sleep now as I need to be up in a few hours – goodnight.
I closed my blue diary and quickly buried it at the bottom of the backpack, right next to...Harry's diary. I put my hands on it and slowly drew it out, being careful with the noise. I'll just have a quick peep, then make sure to drop it in Harry's bag at school tomorrow, he'll just think he's gone a bit crazy and has taken it to school!
I opened it and saw that he was still being up to date with his entries, the last being yesterday.
Dear Diary,
I still haven't heard from Dougie, he hasn't turned up at school yet and I have no idea who he's staying with! I'm getting seriously worried now! If I find out where he is, I'm going straight over!
I scanned a few days back for anything interesting before hearing a sudden movement coming from the bed next to me. I quickly shut the diary and hid it under the duvet covers.
"Dougie? You still awake?" I sleepy voice whispered.
I nodded. "Sorry, I'm going to sleep now." I whispered back before giving Danny a quick smile.
He nodded, turning over in his bed whilst pulling his duvet up over his head.
I carefully opened it again, trying to read a little bit more. I decided to read from a very long time ago, I flipped a huge chunk over and saw the date 11th June, 2012.
Izzy is so beautiful, I can't wait for our date on Friday, we've been dating for ages and I still get so excited whenever we go out! I think I love her, not even that stupid thing with James can spoil this, I can get past it.
I faintly smiled at his words - he must really love her. What was he talking about though, what about James? I turned to a more recent one, a few weeks after the dare.
I wish James would leave me alone! He doesn't realize that I don't want to do this! I hate him, we've never been friends!
I frowned. He never actually seemed to like James, if he hates him so much, why are they still friends? I sighed, flicking through more pages in the journal. There's not really much in here, I don't know why I got so excited over this, why would he write secret things in here if he's just going to leave it out in his room so someone can easily look in it? I suddenly remembered when I saw my name on the paper when I looked in his diary like 2 months ago. My hands brushed against the paper, turning back all the pages until I got to the Saturday of the sleepover. I skimmed through the page before quickly finding my name.
James has forced Dougie Poynter and me to pretend we're dating! He doesn't know that James is a complete bastard and he has no idea why we were dared to do this! I feel so stupid now, he probably thinks I fancy him or something because why would I even want to do the dare when I'm already rich?! Ugh I hate James, it's his entire fault! I wish this was all over!
That was all he had written for that day, hmm that's odd, what the hell is he talking about? I must admit, when I slept at Harry's house for the first time, I asked James about his friendship with Harry and Danny and he just walked out the room, as if he didn't want to say anything about it...it's so confusing!
I sighed, carefully putting the diary away, why does my life have to be so difficult?
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"Hey James." I smiled, as Danny and I walked over and met him by the school gates the following morning.
"Hi." He smiled, still looking rather sleepy.
"Where's Harry?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know, he wasn't answering my calls this morning so I just went without him." He shrugged.
I started to think about what Harry had written in his diary, about James.
"I'm gonna ring him." I said, pulling my phone out of Harry's oversized blazer and dialled his number.
"Harry? Where are you?" I asked when a quiet voice answered.
"Ah Dougie, right? It's his father, I don't think Harry told you but he's not coming into school today, he's feeling quite ill."
"Really?" I asked, concerned. "Can I talk to him?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea, he's sleeping, you see."
I narrowed my eyes. "Well, I'll visit him after school then."
"I don't think that would be good either, he's ill, he doesn't want to see anyone." He said harshly, hanging up.
"What did he say?" Danny asked as I frowned, dropping my phone back into my pocket.
"He's ill." I said quickly, before walking through the school gates after hearing the final bell ring.
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I walked out of my French class with James, our lessons had been alright today, a lot of our teachers weren't in because they probably were too scared to drive in the snow. I was surprised to find that Tom wasn't in either, not that I really wanted to see him. Nobody had said anything about my absence for the last few weeks, hopefully Tom's mum sorted it out.
"James, can I talk to you?" I asked.
"Sure, what's up?" He asked, pulling his backpack over his shoulder.
"I was just wondering why you made me and Harry, you know, do the dare."
He shrugged. "Just a bit of fun, init."
I raised my eyebrows. "Really? Is that all?"
He nodded, biting into an apple. "Yeah, that reminds me, you have been getting the money for it, right? I was giving it to Harry to give to you."
I nodded. "Yeah, it was a bit hard trying to keep it as I obviously don't live at my house anymore, but I've been getting it. Thanks."
"I bet you haven't even touched it, am I right? Too scared?" He smirked.
I shrugged. "I just don't feel right with it, you know?"
He raised his eyebrows. "If you don't use the money, why did you agree to the dare?"
I shrugged. "At first I thought it would be the best thing ever, but now it's just a bit of fun, like you said." I winked, messing his hair up a bit.
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I walked back to Danny's house on my own, after he said he was doing something after school. I have no idea what; he probably has a detention but just doesn't want to mention it because he's too perfect. I smirked at the thought, walking up his front drive with the door key Mrs Jones gave me in my hand. I let myself in, wondering if anybody was home.
"Danny, is that you?" A girl came round the corner from the kitchen.
I recognised this girl, where had I seen her? She clearly had the same thought as she was looking at me quite strangely.
"Er...hi, I'm Dougie, I think we might have met before?"
"Vicky, Danny's sister." She smiled, walking over and shaking my hand.
I remember where I saw her now! She was the one at Tom's house who was with a gang of friends and was giving him money! I am so confused...
"You probably know me from when we met at your friend's house." She said.
I nodded. "I remember, he's not my friend anymore though."
"Oh really?" She grinned. "Yeah, you probably want to know why I was giving him money, right?"
I nodded slowly.
"Well, I think he's a bad friend for not telling you...you should try and ask him, or maybe Dan might know, we talk about a lot of things."
I frowned, deep in thought as she wondered back off into the kitchen. Was she buying something off of Tom? Could it be drugs? No, of course not! Tom's not a drug dealer – that's ridiculous!
A sudden loud bang interrupted my thoughts as I jumped out of my skin, hearing a pounding on the front door.
"OPEN UP, IT'S THE POLICE!"
