I was checking my not so frequently used email and I noticed that I had several reviews from fanfiction so I clicked on them and surprise! People actually wanted me to write more of this story (most of them from five or six months ago but that's not the point). Even more surprisingly is the fact that I had this chapter written for a while but I didn't like it. It seemed forced and more than slightly awkward so I sat down the other day and finally rewrote it to my satisfaction. I actually ended up changing the ending in a major way. I hope you like the final chapter of Staring At The Sun, even though I know some of may not.

The car ride was uncomfortably silent. The hush only broken by the sound of the engine as they traveled through the streets. Jackie pulled her coat tighter around herself even though it was plenty warm inside the vehicle. The lights from the houses became blurs as she let her eyes become unfocused and her mind wander.

Jackie turned the corner into her grandmothers meticulously arranged living room. The matching couches with matching armchair, pillows that were the same color as the cloth the lined the coffee table, pictures on the walls that somehow matched the lamps. There, standing by armchair was the only thing in the room that did not match anything else, Jackie saw Danny Jones.

"What are you doing here?" Jackie asked half in shock of his presence and half annoyed at him for showing up. The last time she had spoken to him was that night on the hill.

"You look beautiful." He smiled at her, avoiding the question.

"What are you doing here?" She tried to ask it in a nice tone but couldn't control the coldness in her voice. She didn't even know why she was irritated with him.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" Danny looked over her shoulder to where Dougie had stopped a few feet behind Jackie and to were Jackie assumed several of her more curious family members stood watching. "Alone?"

As an answer she grabbed his arm and led him around the elaborately decorated coffee table and into her grandfather's study, the same room she and Dougie had previously found safety in. Jackie pushed the door closed with the palm of her hand before tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and turning around.

It was a couple of seconds before either of them spoke. During this time Jackie examined his features for a sign of his thoughts. Her gaze was drawn to the slightly purple mark that resided under his left eye. She made a mental note to ask him about it later.

"I'm sorry for making you choose."

"What?" Jackie had no idea what he was talking about.

"I wasn't going to come tonight. I was pissed off at you and Harry, I wanted to wait and see who you would go to. Harry gave me this," he pointed to his left eye. "Dougie told him that I wasn't planning to come and next thing I know Harry's fist collided with my face, I got him in the lip and last time I saw him he was retreating to his room with a bag of ice."

"Harry did that to you?" Jackie pointed toward the mark on his face.

"Yeah, right after he called me a jerk for not coming, an ass for the way that I've been acting toward him, and a retard for letting for not running after you, although would have tripped and broken my neck if I had that night."

"Are you ok? That looks like it hurts." Jackie took a step closer to him.

He brushed it off saying, "I'm fine, or at least my eye is. While Tom and Dougie were standing between us so that we couldn't cause additional harm to each other, Harry was talking to me, yelling actually, he kept mentioning how I was acting like a child and that I should either go to you and try to solve our problems or that I should break up with you because clearly I don't care about you. His words not mine." He hastily added the last part.

Jackie opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. "That's when I started thinking. I am a jealous person, I jump to conclusions without hearing the whole story, and I have trouble telling people how I feel, especially when that person means a lot to me. During Harry's rant I realized that in these ways we are alike. The difference between us is that I'm only willing to punch my band mate, housemate, and best friend in the face to defend myself while he is willing to do it to defend you."

"Dan…"

"Jack, I've done many stupid things in my life and this just might be the biggest of them but will you come with me?" The last time anyone asked her that question it had ended with more questions then it had begun. "Please. It's important."

Jackie stole a glance at the driver, to her surprise he returned the glance and added a small smile to it. She responded with a weak half smile before turning her attention once again out the window.

It was hard enough having to explain to her family that she was leaving without telling them where she was going to why. With the help of Dougie they managed to stutter a story about Megg and an emergency they would account for their absence from the party. Most of the family seemed to have bought the story. Ron on the other hand just smiled and shook his head.

"Would you mind turning on the radio?" A third person in the car spoke up from the backseat. Jackie turned to find Dougie's face stuck in the gap between the front seats. Silently Danny reached over and pushed the knob for the radio filling the car with the sound of Bon Jovi and Doug's head disappeared into the darkness of the back seat once again.

"Thank you." Jackie said in a voice that could barely be heard over the music and the sound of Dougie humming to the tune. She wasn't expecting a response but was disappointed when he did not reply.

"Don't mention it." Jackie though there was a hint of sadness in his voice but was not sure.

Jackie began to panic as they drew closer to their destination. A mixture of emotions that seemed to run into each other as they fought for the front of the line. Fear. Anticipation. Confusion. Love. Her heart beat at an astonishing rate when they finally pulled into the driveway and Danny turned off the car.

Not waiting for him to unlock the car door for her, she opened. Each step that she took seemed to make her heart beat even faster. She wanted to stop to catch her breath and to relax a little but she know that if she stopped for even a second that she would chicken out.

Jackie didn't look to see if Danny and Dougie were following her when she opened the front door and walked in. The lights were on but no one was in the living room. The kitchen, she though, heading toward the doorway. Jackie walked into the kitchen to find Tom sitting at the table intently staring at a notebook in front of him.

"Jackie," he seemed surprised to see her standing in his kitchen doorway. "I though you were at that part-."

"Where is he?" she cut him off.

"He went out about an hour and a half ago."

She shook her head. "Not him."

"Upstairs."

As soon as the words reached her ears Jackie was heading for the stairs. On the stairs she broke into a quick walk, tripping on the carpet at the top. Within seconds she found herself outside his door. Before she could give it a second though she raised her hand and knocked on the door before her. Seconds later it swung open.

"Jackie-"

Before Harry could say anything more she took a step toward him, closed the space between them and crushed his lips with hers.

"Hi," she whispered with a smile when they broke apart.

"Hi," he whispered back smiling the best he could with a swollen lip. Jackie reached up to touch the injury.

"Does it hurt?"

"If I say 'yes' will you kiss it to make it feel better?"