*Harry's POV*
I could see Tom was about to say something, but I saw Dougie and Danny approaching us behind him. I really couldn't discuss this here and now. And definitely not with Danny and Dougie around. I needed to think this through for myself first.
"We'll talk later okay? Alone?"
Tom turned around to see the guys and nodded at me in understanding. I knew he wouldn't bring it up now until I started about it.
That's what I like about Tom, he is a good listener and he won't force you into telling him anything.
"So, are we leaving or what?" Danny asked when he reached us. He sounded less drunk than I thought he would be!
Dougie on the other hand looked like he would fall over any second now.
"I was ready the moment we arrived! Let's go!"
I couldn't be happier to leave this place. I needed some time to think.
Tom didn't say a word all way home. He did shoot me a worried glance so now and then, but nobody noticed it. Well Dougie wouldn't considering he was sleeping with his head against the window.
When we got home, Danny went straight upstairs. Which was probably a good idea! I had to help Dougie into his bed. He couldn't even walk on flat ground anymore, let alone on the stairs.
I dropped him on the bed, taking his shoes and his jeans off before tucking him in. He was already asleep.
I decided to place a bucket next to the bed, just in case.
When I closed the door behind me, Tom was standing in the hallway, probably waiting for some kind of an explanation.
"Sorry Tom." I rubbed my temples. I was definitely getting a headache from this situation!
"Can we do this tomorrow or something? I just really need to think and get some sleep first."
"Yeah sure. Just want you to know you can talk to me okay?"
"I know thanks Tom."
I waited till he was back in his room before entering mine. I was exhausted but I wasn't going to be able to sleep, so I went to the drawer of my desk and got the old photo album out.
It was the one from before my parents died, back from when everything was still okay.
My parents had died in a car accident when I was 14, my sister was 10 at that moment. After the accident we were left with our grandparents to take care of us.
And as much as they tried, it could never be the same as our parents. You just noticed that it was a completely different generation.
So Jessica and I did everything together. I walked her to school and walked her home. I helped her with her homework or when she had a fight with some of her friends.
When I got my driver's license I drove her anywhere she wanted to go. I liked doing that. The time in the car was our time to talk.
We could talk about anything and it never got awkward.
It started going downhill when I joined McFly. I moved and left Jess with my grandparents. I knew she was upset with me leaving but it wasn't like I could take her with me.
She was only 13. She had school, her friends, her whole life at home. I promised her I would call her and stop by as much as I could, but she just kept begging me to stay.
The day I left, she wasn't there to say goodbye. I figured she was just being stubborn and I left anyway. I called her as soon as I arrived in London but she didn't pick up the phone, I texted her a million times and she didn't reply.
So I called my grandparents instead. She wouldn't talk to me or anyone else for the matter of fact. I was sure it was going to pass. She was just upset, she would get over it soon enough and go back to her lovely, laughing self.
But every time I called they told me the same.
So I went back home, to check up on her. To see what was wrong. I thought she would be happy to see me, but the moment I arrived, she ran away. I spent all day looking for her without any success. She only came back when I was already gone back to London.
It continued like that for 3 years. It was horrible and I hated it. I should've gone back home, no I never should have left in the first place!
My grandparents tried to make her talk to me, but they couldn't even get her to talk to them.
They told me they saw a change in her. She had abandoned her old friends and made new ones. But those friends worried them. She got in all kinds of trouble.
She ditched school, got really bad grades, she even got arrested for shoplifting once!
And nothing we tried helped.
When she was 16 and I was 20, I got a call.
"She's gone! We can't find her! She took her bags and left!"
The world just collapsed right then. I got back home and starting searching for her. I went everywhere I thought she could be and everywhere I thought she would never be, just in case.
A few days later we found her phone. She had dumped it in a station, which meant she had probably taken the train somewhere.
The police kept searching for a couple of weeks but then they gave up. The people stopped caring. It was old news.
But it wasn't to me, to my family.
I couldn't keep spending each day turning over each rock trying to find her. I had to keep going with my life, but I never gave up and neither did my grandparents.
Until they died last year. They died because of a CO-poisoning in their house. And so I lost the last bit of family I had left.
And now, 2 years after she went missing, I find her in this stupid club in London for heaven's sake!
She cannot have been this close all this time!
How is it possible nobody ever recognized her! How can it be the first time I bump into her.
Why is she still not talking to me after all this time?
What exactly happened to her?
I looked back at the photo album on my lap. There was a picture there of my parents, my sister and I in front of our house.
We all looked so happy. We were a real family.
I had to try to find Jess again! I had to talk some sense into her! She had to give me a chance to make it up to her.
She was my sister and it was my job to take care of her.
I had promised my mom I would.