Pour your heart out part two

'Hey! Save some for me to, I'm starving!' Frankie told Harry who was trying to eat two pizzas at the same time.

'Fimpfhgr, butyurrnogh'

'Huh?'

Harry continued to chew and after finally managing to swallow everything he answered.

'I said: Fine, but I thought that you had enough'

'Enough? Me? Never' Frankie said pretending to be hurt. 'I can out-eat you any day Judd!'

'Sure' he said in a cocky tone. 'If I hadn't already eaten twice as much as you I would take you on, but I never enter a competition on such uneven standards'.

'Ch-ch-chicken' Danny began. 'You're just afraid that she'll beat you'

'Am not'

'Hey, could you guys, you know, shut up a bit, I'm trying to watch the movie here' Doug said not taking his eyes of the screen.

'Sorry' they all mumbled together.

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They continued to watch the movie and out of respect for Doug, no one spoke. It was a comedy and Frankie laughed out loud several times, only to be joined by the others as well. The couple in the film was so ridiculously in love, the kind of love you only see in the movies and she though about how that kind of things never happens in real life. At least not to me, she thought and then couldn't help but laugh at her own comment. Luckily she timed it so that her laughter fit with the movie. "Smooth…Now they won't think I'm a complete nut-job".

An hour later they were still watching the same movie, and by now Frankie was getting a bit bored. She kept trying to think about something to do, but came up with nothing, until a small idea flickered through her mind.

'Geez, I'm horny' she said out loud while stretching her aching back. Doug and Harry's heads spun around in a second, and it looked so hilarious Frankie had to work hard to contain her laughter.

'Well, maybe I can help you with that' Doug said in a seductive voice moving closer to her.

'Ok, then' she said moving even closer and running her hand down his chest. 'You mean like, right now'

'Uhm' he managed to get out while blushing heavily. 'I…I just…you're kidding right?'

Frankie smirked at him before answering. 'Yeah, sorry about that'

'Its ok' he said while his face slowly returned to normal colour.

Danny's pov

Danny watched Frankie and Doug from where he was sat, and he suddenly felt some kind of feeling rapidly race through his body. It confused him, the feeling had appeared just like that, and then moments later it was gone, before he had any time to process it.

Frankie had been living with Danny for about two weeks now and they were both getting used to living with someone else. Not that he had much to get used to; Frankie was probably the best roomie he could have asked for. She cleaned up and cooked all the time and actually seemed to enjoy it.

The only thing he had to get used to was someone else always being at home when he got home. Nowadays he had to think twice before bringing people home in the middle of the night, even if Frankie didn't mind, but something kept him from doing so.

He didn't really know what it was, but he had a hard time imagining himself having sex with someone while Frankie was asleep down the hall.

At least that was what he thought the feeling nagging him was. What else could it be?

He shrugged it off as nothing and refocused on the TV-screen, only looking up to see Frankie walking into the kitchen.

Frankie's pov

Frankie looked over at Danny who had one of his eyebrows slightly arched, obviously deep in thought. She wondered what he was thinking of; she had found him like this more than once over the last week. But she shrugged it off this time too, it was probably only music-stuff.

Frankie had slowly gotten used to living this close to Danny. She liked the fact that they saw a lot more of each other, even if he still worked a lot they tried to have breakfast together at least once a week to catch up a bit.

She was quite surprised that he hadn't brought any girls home yet. In fact he hadn't talked as much about girls as he usually does. Maybe he had met someone special and that someone was the one occupying his mind all the time.

Or maybe not. Frankie hadn't got a clue about what went on with his love life these days. He usually talked a lot about it, asking her for advice about flowers and what to wear, but not once lately.

She got up from her seat on the couch and walked into the couch to get something to drink. When she turned around she found Doug standing only inches away from her.

'Wow, god you scared me' she said placing a hand on her chest.

'Oh, I'm sorry. I just, well, Frankie, can I ask you a question?' Doug asked looking down at his feet.

'Sure'

'Well, if you met a girl and she asked you to call her, is it ok to text her instead?'

'It depends, do you like her?'

'Yes, I mean, I've only talked to her once, but she seems interesting'

'If you like her, then I'm sure she's appreciate a phone-call'

'Really?' he said looking kind of scared.

'Oh, come on Doug! If she gave you her number then she obviously wants you to call her back'

'I know, but I just choke up when it comes to talking to girls on the phone, I don't know what to say'

'It's not that hard, and she's probably just as nervous as you are. Just keep it casual and ask her if she wants to go out for coffee or something'

'What if she doesn't say yes?'

'Then she doesn't deserve you' Frankie said with a smile. 'And besides you hit it off didn't you?'

'Yeah sure, but…'

'No buts, did she smile at you when talking and touch you arm every now and then'

'Yeah' he said with a dreamy look on his face'

'Then she likes you back'

'It's as easy as that?'

'Sometimes it actually is, you just have to know how to see the signs'

'Wow, girls are complicated'

'Totally, but that's why you love us'

'You've got a point there' he said with a small chuckle. 'Thanks for the advice'

'Anytime'

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Frankie walked back into the living room and found Harry sitting there alone.

'Where did the others go?' she asked curiously.

'Tom had some idea or something and they went to write it down'

'Oh, ok. What are you watching?'

'Friends' Harry said without taking his eyes of the screen.

'Wow, talking much are we?'

'Huh, oh sorry, my mind is somewhere else today'

'Want to talk about it?'

'Maybe…'

'Is it about a girl?' Frankie asked but had a feeling that she already knew the answer.

'Yes' Harry said with a dreamy look on his face.

'And you're what, wondering if she likes you?'

'Pretty much, you see I met her the other week and now I can't stop thinking about her and her eyes and her hair and her body is just, wow' he said once again drifting away into his own thoughts.

'Hey Harry, think with your upstairs brain for a second, will you'

'What? Oh sorry, so how do I know if she likes me back?'

'Just talk to her and after a while you should be able to tell. It's pretty obvious sometimes, and if she likes you as much as you like her, that even you should be able to tell'

'Haha, but thanks, in fact, I think I'm going to go and call her now'

Frankie laughed at what he just said and smiled before saying good bye to him.

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It was the morning after the movie-night and Frankie was sitting by the kitchen counter eating her breakfast when Danny walked in, wearing nothing but his boxers. She rested her eyes on his upper-body, admiring his muscles and the slowly began to trace her eyes lower before realising what she was doing and quickly looking the other way.

'Morning' she heard him say and turned her head back towards his, focusing her eyes on his.

'Morning, sleep well?'

'Yep, you?'

'Perfect. There are some pancakes in the fridge if you want some'

'Ok, thanks'

Frankie watched him reach inside the fridge and then rummage around the kitchen for a while, finally setting his plate down beside her. She didn't know why she didn't say something, breakfast was the time when they talked about anything, but she had never found it this hard to say anything. It confused her a bit, and even more when the just sat there, in silence through out the entire breakfast.

'Well' she started off hesitantly. 'I'm going to go take a shower'

'Ok' he said simply.

'Ok'

Danny's pov

As Danny stepped into the kitchen he found Frankie sitting at the counter. For a short second he thought that he felt her gaze upon his chest, but decided against it. It was Frankie for God's sake, why would she be staring at him? He heard her say something about pancakes and after heating them a bit he took a seat next to her.

For the first time ever their conversation felt kind of forced and he couldn't think of anything to say to her.

'I'm going to take a shower'

'Ok' he heard himself say it but couldn't believe it. They had been having breakfast together for about 20 minutes and an 'Ok' was all he could say. "Snap out of it" he yelled at himself and walked back into his bedroom, passing the bathroom on his way.

When he walked by he noticed the door slightly open and when he looked up his eyes landed on Frankie standing, with her back to him, in the middle of the room. He knew he should keep going but something kept him from doing so. He watched her life her shirt over her head and then let her hair loose from its braid. He gasped quietly as her hair fell down her shoulders and felt that familiar feeling again.

As she moved to take her shorts off he quickly bounced back to reality and hurried into the comfort of his own room, closing the door behind him. He leaned against it and exhaled loudly, what was wrong with him? Why the hell did he react like this?

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Tom's pov

'Tom speaking'

'Hi Tom, its Frankie'

'Oh hi, for what do I owe this pleasure?'

'Well, I was just wondering if we could meet up or something; I really need to talk to you'

'Yeah sure why don't you come over tonight'

'Ok, as long as you don't have any other plans that I'm ruining'

'Nope, I'm all yours' he said with a small chuckle.

'See you later then'

'Absolutely'

Tom heard Frankie hang up and did the same. She had sounded slightly distracted and he couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to speak to him about. As he pondered it for a while his phone started ringing again.

'Tom speaking'

'Hey mate, it's me'

'Hey, what's up?'

'Em, I kind of need to talk to you about something, can I come over?'

'Yeah sure' Tom said with a questioning tone to his voice. 'When?'

'Like now' he heard Danny say and seconds later he heard a knock on the door.

'Come on in' he said into the phone before hanging up and walking towards the front-door.

'May I ask what brings you here this early?' Tom said confused.

'I'm just so confused, I didn't know what to do so I came here' Danny said while taking his jacket of and then walking into the living-room.

Tom took a seat in the chair opposite Danny's place on the couch and looked at his friend. Something was obviously bothering him.

'Ok, tell me about it' he said trying to sound encouraging.

'Well, there's this girl' Danny began. 'Who I've recently been feeling weird things about'

'What kind of things?'

'Like this tingling feeling whenever she speaks and moves and I'm just… Ahhh' he said adding a frustrated growl. 'I haven't got a clue why I'm reacting like this, I'm not supposed to feel like this'

'What do you mean? Isn't it a good thing that you like this girl?' Tom asked even more confused now.

'No, cause I'm not supposed to like her' Danny said sighing heavily.

'Are we talking about the person I think we're talking about? He asked carefully.

Danny looked up and the look in his eyes told him that he was right. 'Oh' was all he could say.

'I know, I know. I just don't know how to act around her anymore'

'Have you thought about telling her how you feel?'

'No, she doesn't feel the same way, and I can't ruin our friendship with something like this'

'How do you know that?' Tom asked. 'She might like you back, you know'

'She only likes me as a friend, trust me I know'

'Ok, then what are you going to do about all this?'

'I am going to forget about it. I mean, how hard can it be to get rid of these kinds of feelings? Its not like I'm in love or anything, it just weird feelings' Danny said with a voice that sounded like he was trying to convince himself as well.

'Good luck to you then' Tom said while wondering how his friend was supposed to do that.

'Thanks mate. I should get going, but thanks for the chat'

'Anytime' he said while following him to the door, 'I didn't do much though'

'Yes you did, and I really appreciate it. I'll see you tomorrow then'

'Sure'

When the door closed Tom walked back inside his apartment thinking about everything that had just been said. After a couple of seconds his mind drifted towards Frankie and he wondered what it was she had to tell him. "I suppose I'll find out soon enough" he thought to himself while picking up his guitar and taking a seat on the couch.

Danny's pov

'Hey Danny, I'm going over to Tom's for the night' Frankie said to him as he walked through the door.

'Ok, what are you doing there?' he asked curiously.

'Just hanging, oh and by the way, some Lisa called while you were out, asking for you'

'Oh, what did you tell her?'

'That you'd be home any minute and call her back as soon as you could. She sounded nice, are you dating her?' Frankie said with a small smile.

'Ehm, not really I just met her the other night'

'You should invite her over' she said while putting her shoes on. 'I'll probably been gone all night so this place is all yours'

'Ok, great, I just might do that' Danny answered trying to sound like he meant it.

'I'll see you tomorrow then' was all she said and then she was gone, out the door. Danny closed it behind her and leaned against it. Maybe he should invite Lisa over; it might help take his mind of Frankie and all that stuff. But, once he thought about it he decided against it, he didn't even like her that much. He was busy liking someone else.

Later than night Frankie knocked on Tom's door and smiled at him when he opened it for her.

'Thank you so much for having me over like this' she said while giving him a small hug.

'No worries, I like having company. Now, take your jacket of and come in, dinners almost ready'

'You didn't have to do that' Frankie started but was interrupted by Tom.

'I know, but I wanted to. And besides it's always easier to talk on a full stomach'

'True' she said and flashed him a smile and followed him into the kitchen.

'Ok' Tom said while pouring her another glass of whine. 'Tell me what it was you came her to tell me'

'I don't know where to begin' Frankie started but before he could say anything she had continued.

'Recently I've been having these weird feelings whenever I'm in the same room as Danny, and this morning I caught myself staring at him when he walked in without a shirt on. And it's just so confusing, because I'm not supposed to feel like this and I don't know what to do' she said in one breath.

'Oh' Tom said while trying to decipher what she just told him.

'So, basically, you have feelings for him?'

Frankie winched a bit before answering 'I think so, oh, this is so bad'

'Why is it bad? I don't get it, you two are best friends and you like him, why not just tell him?'

'Cause what if he doesn't feel the same way as I do?'

'What if he does'

'He doesn't, and I know it. I'm nothing like the girls that he usually dates'

'You don't know that, just tell him how you feel, you never know how he might react' Tom started trying to convince her to tell Danny the truth.

'I can't, I'm just going to forget about these feelings all together. And you can't tell him either'

'But...'

'No buts Tom Fletcher!' Frankie said in a serious voice. 'Promise me that you won't tell him'

'Fine, I promise, but I still think that you should tell him'

'Never'

Hours later Tom and Frankie decided to call it a night and they said good night before she disappeared into the guest-room.

Tom stayed up a bit longer thinking about everything that he had found out during the day. 'What is this, international-pour-your-heart-out-to-Tom-day or what?' he said to himself. 'Why does it always have to be me everyone comes to for advice, why can't they ever go to Harry or Dougie, it's always me in the middle' he finished with a sigh before turning the lights off. 'Why do I have to be so damn good at giving people advice?'