A/N = I'm sooooo sorry for not updating the story so long, but I was sooo busy!! :'(
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Disclaimer: I still don't own McFLY. :'( I wish that I did!! xD
Chapter 5
Dougie's pov
I woke up the next morning at 7 in the morning. It was the time I woke up everyday for school, and my body woke me up. I was confused, I was sleeping on a couch in a strange house. Where was I again? I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and shook my head. It all came back again, and I remembered going home with Harry last night. When I thought about it again I wanted to smack myself. What a stupid thing to do, going home with a stranger. Who knows what he might have done to me. I shuddered at the thought of it. Then I thought about my dad. He must have found out by now that I had run away. I could imagine his face, red and swollen with rage. I swallowed. Maybe I shouldn't have gone to Birmingham. Now I was sleeping in a strangers house, in a strange city, with my father probably looking all over for me. If my dad found me he would beat me up so bad, I wasn't even sure if I would ever get out of the hospital afterwards.
My mouth went dry and cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Why had I been so stupid?! I buried my head in my hands, and tried to fight back the tears that were forming in my eyes. If I went back right now and told my father the truth and apologized over and over, I would probably just be beaten very bad, and my father would rage at me, but then I had only been gone one day and it wouldn't be too bad. If I didn't go back as soon as possible, I would never be able to go back if I wanted to live. What if I my father found me here? He would kill me. And if he didn't kill me he would at least cripple me for life. A tear escaped my eyes and another one. I didn't want to cry. My father always screamed at me when I cried when he hit me, that I was weak. I didn't want to proove he was right, even though I already had prooven it too him time and time again.
I practically cried out in surprise and fear when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled I jumped up and backed away immediately. Then I realised it was Harry, trying to confort me. He looked at me shocked, still in pyjama pants and bare chest. His dark hair was messy, which meant he had only just woken up. Had he heard me cry? Now he knew I was weak, was he going to beat me too?
'Harry.' I choked out, quickly brushing the tears from my face. 'I... I...'
Harry stepped closer to me, but I backed up again and Harry looked at me sad.
'What's wrong, Dougie?' He asked worried, not bothering to try to touch me again. He really seemed to care for me. I realised he wasn't going to beat me.
'Nothing... I'm sorry, Harry...' But Harry wasn't giving in so quickly.
'You can tell me, Dougie. You were crying, obviously something is wrong. You can talk to me.' I felt tears well up in my eyes again, and I angrily brushed them away again. Harry seemed honoustly worried. I had only met him yesterday. Why was he so nice to me? Why did he care so much for me?
'I...' I couldn't make myself lie to him, I had lied so many times in my life, about the bruises and why I was in hospital again, and why I was starving from hunger. I had a reputation of always falling and having stupid accidents, though in truth it was all my fathers fault. But I never even hesitated when I had to lie to my classmates or teachers again. Though I couldn't bring myself to lie to Harry. He was too nice. My shoulders slumped, and I didn't try to fight the tears anymore. It was no use anyway. Harry cautiously stepped towards me again, and I didn't back away. He hesitated, then he put an arm around me, studying my reaction. I looked at him suprised, but I let him. He put his other arm around me as well, and envelopped me in a tight embrace. I couldn't keep it together anymore and suddenly I was crying my heart out, telling Harry everything that had happened to me. Harry listened to me, never letting me out of his embrace.
We talked for what seemed like ages, then finally I stopped crying, and actually felt relieved that I had finally told someone what had really happened to me. Harry had reassured me that I would never have to go back to my father, that I was safe now. Finally he let me out of his embrace and we went to make some breakfast. I felt a bit ashamed that I had cried like that in front of him, actually in his embrace, but I felt very relieved to and my mood brightened up a bit. Harry tried his best to make me smile, he made some eggs and toast and fresh orange juice and together we ate. When we finished our breakfast Harry asked if I felt like playing some X-box, and so we did. It was really nice, I was so happy to be with Harry, he made me at easy and I forgot about my dad completely. A few hours later the phone rang, and my heart leaped, cold sweat breaking out immediately. What if it was my father? Could he have found me? I shuddered, but Harry, who had felt me tense up, put a reassuring arm on my shoulder.
'Shh it's okay.' He said, and got to his feet, but it only calmed me a little bit.
'Hello?' Harry said in the phone, and listened a few moments to what the person was saying. Then his face lit up, and he was literately beaming. I frowned.
'Really? You still have room for me? Great! That's absolutely great! When? Tonight already?' He was smiling so wide, I was really curious about what. Then suddenly he seemed to realise something, and he got serious again.
'Uhm, is still room for someone else as well?' I looked at him surprised.
'You still have one place left? Isn't that a coincidence? Yes, yes great! Thank you very much, sir! See you tonight.' He ended the call and looked at me with sparkling eyes.
'You're not going to believe this.' He said.