Disclaimer: I do not own McFly, wish I did though

A/N: Kay I've seem to have gotten some kind of bug so sorry for a lack of updates OO; Oh by the way Harry's friends are Charlie Simpson of course and the two girls are from Girls Aloud!

Chapter Three- The Actual Reality

"Well that's just…wonderful yeah." I got out and smiled before heading towards my bathroom.

"You're a homophobe aren't you?"

"WHAT? NO!" I shouted back as I tried to brush my teeth. Far from it, but he doesn't have to know that now does he?

"They why did you seem so distant about it?" Harry asked through the door. I started changing and tried to ignore my 'angel' outside the doorway. "Dougie, answer me."

"Why?"

"Because," Harry said coming through the door, "If we're going to be stuck together we might as well be honest with each other!"

"WHOA!" I said grabbing the nearest towel and covering up my torso area, "I WAS CHANGING!"

"Aw how cute, Dougie's embarrassed!"

"Well who wouldn't be when a loony of an angel comes barging through into their bathroom!?!"

"Point taken," Harry said holding his hands up. I put my boxers and shirt on while he turned around and whistled and I sent glares his way…stupid posh boy… I whipped open the bathroom door and headed out with Harry shuffling behind me.

"Time for bed Hazza!"

"What did you just call me?"

"Hazza, it's my new nickname for you." I replied snickering.

"Fine, I'm calling you uh Pugsley then!"

"What does that even have to do with my name?"

"Nothing," Harry replied smugly, "You just oddly remind me of a pug." I picked up the nearest pillow as I sat on my bed and threw it at him which he caught.

"I was hoping it would go right through you…evil angel…"

"Remember I can touch things idiot." Harry said shaking his head and placing the pillow on the bed.

"Well I have to get some sleep, so night Haz!" I then laid down and faced the wall and closed my eyes. I felt this fluttery type sensation as something rustled next to me, must have been Harry's wings or something. I woke up the next morning and that fluttery type sensation was all over my skin, like it was taking over. I opened my eyes to find Harry right there lying next to me, his eyes closed, and his arms around my waist as best as they could be.

"WHOA!" I screamed falling out of bed in shock. Harry got up and look around and then saw me on the floor and started laughing.

"What?"

"You're…face…" Harry said between laughs.

"JUST BECAUSE I GOT SCARED DOESN'T MEAN IT'S FUNNY!" I declared as I moved towards the corner and faced away from Harry, "I'm now going to cry in a corner because of you."

"Doesn't school start in like 20 minutes?" Harry said noticing the clock. I jumped out of my corner of woe and ran for my closet, quickly changing and I totally forgot Harry was there.

"OI! What you giggling at?" I asked turning to Harry as I adjusted my loosely tied tie.

"Toy Story boxers?"

"They were the only ones washed, so sue me!" I replied and picked up my bag, "Come on now, if you're supposed to stick with me I guess that means you're coming to school." I headed down the stairs, grabbing a piece of toast from Mom on the way past, and went out the door into the bright sunshine.

"DOUGIE!" a familiar Bolton voice called with a wave.

"Danny right?" Harry asked as I waved back and walked towards him. I nodded and nibbled on the toast as I reached him.

"You alright there mate?" Danny asked concerned.

"Loads of right, why wouldn't I be?" I said smiling as Harry tried to move my backpack and make me fall over.

"Well currently you seem to have some kind of nervous body twitch…"

"TWITCH? No, just uh excited for school!"

"You're never excited for school, that's Tom's job." Danny said laughing as we turned the corner. I shot a quick glare at Harry who made an innocent face and then listened to Danny go on about a show he watched last night and how good it was. Soon Tom joined our conversation, he had seen the same show, and my thoughts were stuck on the angel boy behind me who was whistling to himself. He was GAY…G-A-Y GAY like the YMCA…Y-M-CA come on a sing it now…DOUGIE STOP IT! THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO PRETEND YOU ARE THE INDIAN IN THE VILLAGE PEOPLE!! I must of laughed because next thing I knew Tom and Danny were looking at my oddly.

"Are you alright Doug?" Tom asked with that concerned glint in his eye, "You seem to have gone a bit loony."

"I am fine and I am not going loony!"

"They why were you laughing to yourself?" Tom pointed out, "And singing."

"He's got a point there mate." Harry added in from behind me.

"YOU SHUT UP!" I said turning to Harry and glaring. Harry burst out laughing at Tom and Danny's faces I think.

"Uh Dougie…who are you talking to?" Danny asked looking around like there might be a 10 cm midget running around.

"Er, never mind me! Just got up a little too early I guess!" I said turning back and smiling, "Let's go now!" I linked arms with my two best friends and dragged them into school. From that point out it was really hard to concentrate with Harry sitting or standing next to me the whole time.

"School's going to be tough because of you isn't it?" I asked him as I was walking down the busy hallway from first period to second.

"I think I'm quite a help thank you very much!" Harry replied in the posh tone and stuck out his bottom lip in protest.

"By trying to throw my things at the teacher or trying to make the other kids think I'm a LUNATIC?" I said almost shouting the last part. A ginger haired girl just looked at me oddly, must remember to keep the talking to Harry on the down low.

"It's just because I like to see you smile!"

"I was not smiling, thank you very much." I replied with a growl. In my next class Harry managed to make me start giggling and then of course everyone looked at me.

"It was a really funny question, sorry!" I said through giggles as everyone turned back to their tests.

"STOP THAT!" I shouted as we got into the hallway and I looked around for Danny and Tom.

"Stop what?" Harry said innocently.

"MAKING ME LAUGH!"

"You love it."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"DO NOT!"

"What do you not do Doug?" a voice said walking up, "Who are you even talking too?" I turned to find Danny looking around confused.

"Er nothing, just saying some things to myself so I do not forgot to clean out Zukie's cage when I get home!" I scrambled to say.

"Oh alright, come on time for lunch isn't it?" Danny said with a grin as I followed him.

"Smooth move there Pugs." Harry said snickering and I waved my hand through him which did absolutely nothing actually. He stuck out his tongue and then stopped as he noticed something.

"Uh Dan, you go ahead, I have to go uh pee!" I said suddenly, "Yeah, pee."

"Right mate, you just work on that. I'll go meet Tom!" Danny replied with a bit of an odd look before shuffling off.

"What is it Haz?" I whispered to the angel boy.

"My best friends…" Harry said pointing. I looked up to see a tall boy with HUMONGOUS eyebrows, a very pretty shortish girl, and another girl with long brown curly hair.

"Isn't that Charlie Simpson, Cheryl Tweedy, and Kimberly Walsh?"

"Yeah, they were my best mates…I grew up with Charlie." Harry murmured. I looked over again and the three seemed to be a bit down, but who wouldn't when their best friend had just died the night before? I sauntered over and slowly walked past.

"The funeral is tomorrow at five, I can't believe he's gone." Charlie said and punched the locker with his fist.

"Oh Charlie," Cheryl said placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. Harry seemed to give a sniff from his position beside me and suddenly he rushed over and tried to hug Charlie.

"DAMNIT! DAMNIT IT ALL!" Harry shouted, "I HATE THIS!"

"You need something?" Kimberly said, finally noticing me where I stopped.

"Oh just, I bet Harry misses you all too…up in heaven or wherever. You seemed to have been the best friends any guy could have." I said smiling as Harry stopped yelling and looked over.

"Thanks, did you know him?" Kimberly asked with a sincere smile.

"You could say that." I replied and waved before heading off.

"Thank you Dougie, thank you for telling them that…"

"It's nothing Harry; I just don't like seeing you upset!" I said laughing.

"Talking to yourself now stupid?" a voice said. I spun to see James and Matt standing there laughing.

"Uh no?"

"Right and I'm the Queen of France."

"There hasn't been a Queen of France since Marie Antoinette." I pointed out as I went to turn back around.

"HEY COME BACK HERE!" James shouted as I walked away, I could really care less about him. It just felt good to stand up to him for once.

"Are those guys always like that?" Harry asked as I got my lunch and headed outside to our normal table.

"Yeah, but I could really care less anymore." I stated as I waved to Tom and soon sat down across from him and Danny.

"What's up mate?" Tom asked and adjusted his thick black frames, "You better?"

"You could say that." I said smiling as Harry settled himself on the bench beside me.

"We're thinking of going to the cinema tomorrow night, you in?" Tom then asked as he looked at Danny and then back at me.

"Can't, got somewhere to be already," I answered, remembering Harry's funeral.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, uh well…it's just…Harry Judd's funeral is tomorrow and I would feel so much better if I went because I saw him die." I said quickly instead of saying 'Well I've got this angel that follows me around and it's actually Harry Judd and I think he'd really like to go see the funeral!' Way to go with the non insane path Dougie!

"Aw Doug, is that why you seem so preoccupied today?" Tom asked with that concerned look.

"And insane." Danny muttered and Tom hit him upside the head.

"I guess so, I just…it feels weird to see someone die you know?" It also feels weird to have that dead person following you around for an eternity, but I wasn't about to say that either.

"Yeah, I understand mate." Danny said nodding and Tom gave a smile. We continued lunch as usual and then Danny dragged me to media and music class of course. Sometime between media and music Harry disappeared and I'm not exactly sure where he went.

"Doug, pay attention." Mr. Norman said and I stiffened up and nodded. I looked through the plastic glass we had between rooms and finally saw Harry in the other band room. He was standing near the drum kit I saw him playing the day before and was looking fairly sad. As soon as class was over I told Danny and Tom I'd meet him out front and rushed over to the now empty band room, except for Harry of course.

"What's up?"

"I miss drumming."

"Oh Harry…" I said and looked at him as he sat down at the drum kit.

"I miss the way the drums feel when you play them and I miss the way I always had a pair of sticks in my back pocket…just doesn't feel right you know?" Harry commented as he ran a hand over the drum kit.

"Is there any way to make it better?" I asked hopeful.

"Wait, my extra sticks…" Harry said and went towards what looked like a cubby of some sort. He dug for a second and then came out with a pair of worn wooden drum sticks and handed them to me.

"Just so no one sees them floating through school of course." Harry commented.

"Yeah because that would be weirder than me talking to myself!" I responded and grinned. Harry laughed and we headed outside to meet up with my friends. As we walked I looked at the blonde boy next to me as he slowly walked…this angel business might be harder than I thought and not for the reasons you would think!

"Hey Doug, why do you have a pair of drum sticks?"

"No reason, just happened to find them lying around and thought I should pick them up before someone took them or something!"

"Right…" That was close, really close.