Chapter 02.
Dougie's point of view

"Why can't you just realize what you've done?"

"Well it ain't a mistake, I know that!"

Their voices went straight through the door, my barrier that I had put up. Danny's laughing voice haunted me, but not as bad as that gorgeous voice asking Tom what we'd have for dinner. Tom replied Harry, but then everything went quiet. Not another word could be heard from outside. This had me relaxing and I turned in my bed, drawing the duvet tighter around me as I buried my head in the soft pillow. My eyes shut, all I could really do was to try and fall asleep – that way time would pass by faster, and hopefully I'd get a moment of peace.

I couldn't seem to fall asleep though. The sound of a door opening had me tensing bad enough for me to feel as if my skin would burst due to tension pulling it, stretching it though the limit had already, long ago, been crossed. Holding my breath I tried to imagine I was alone, when I knew I wasn't. Fear of being right about the identity of the person had me grinding my two rows of teeth together, anger pouring into my veins.

Suddenly I sat up and I caught him off guard by the door, trying to close it without me noticing.

"How could you?" I screamed at him. He jumped a bit, spinning around to face me.

"Dougie-," he tried, holding his hands up in a way to try and defend himself.

"And how can you just come here and think everything's alright? You've got no idea how fucking hurt I've been! Get the fuck out of my room!"

"If you'd just shut up and listen to me! I don't think anything is alright in this moment! I've known that things have been wrong for a long, long time!" As he raised his voice he marched over to the bed, sat down on the edge of it and stared at me with fire in those once gorgeous eyes. I saw a lot of frustration and desperation in them, as well as it was covering his flawless face. "I'm sorry about everything I did and everything I said, alright? I never meant for this to happen. Losing McFLY was bad enough, but hearing from Tom how you're fading away is wrecking me entirely, it's breaking my heart. I never meant for you to sink like a fucking ship"

"I'm fine. I don't need your fucking sympathy, Harry, just get the fuck up from my bed and leave, yeah? I don't want to see your face ever again," I growled and kicked at him. He grabbed a hold of my ankles, yanking me further down. I struggled as he suddenly climbed onto me to hold me still, teeth grit together as he leant down, face inches away from mine. "If you touch me... I swear to God I will call the police,"

"As much as I loved touching you back then, I wouldn't ever do it again. All I want right now is your bloody attention, and obviously I need to properly show and tell you that I am here, right now, in this moment, and there isn't any chance I'm leaving until I've had a chat with you,"

I gave him the darkest glare I could ever master, struggled and began to try and push at his chest to make him leave, resulting in his hands snaking around my wrists so he could pin them above my head.

"I'll scream for Tom," I growled and kicked with my legs. "Get off, Harry, just get off!"

"Tom won't believe you – I told him I'd head up here to sort you out, because he's really worried about you,"

"I'm fine! I was fine until you came here!" I shouted.

Harry frowned and leant closer to me.

"Your anger won't get you far. I won't tell you I want you back and all those things, because I don't know yet, but I'll tell you this; you need help, really. Tom's told me and Dan what's been going on with you and it doesn't sound good, actually didn't think it was that bad, when we all took a long break from the band. But obviously it is and yeah, again; I'm sorry about everything."

"You humiliated me on stage, you used me and then you hurt me! You didn't even realize all the harm you had done! I wouldn't want you back for all the money in the world, Harry. As much as I still love you... I'd never take you back"

I saw the muscles in his jaw tense as he was gritting his teeth, breathing heavily as if he didn't like my words the slightest.

"I apologized for all I did – then why does all this shit keep happening between us? I really did love you, Dougie. I never meant for us to end up like this. I've never ever dreamt of speaking to you the way I just did, and I never dreamt of having to hear you say like that to me. Danny said that if I apologized you would take me back,"

"Danny's not right very often, if you hadn't noticed,"

"But he's got some experience when it comes to relationships," Harry hissed before he got off me. He stood up on the floor and walked around the room. "Where do you hide the booze and where do you keep your cigarettes?"

"It is none of your business, besides – the alcohol's not a problem. You could ask Tom, he'd agree with me,"

"Well right now I don't care what Tom says or thinks. If you won't tell me where you keep your stuff I'll find them myself. I'll go through your drawers, your closet and even search under your bed. I won't stop until I've found it all," Harry sighed and he began his mission. He dug through my closet, turning upside down on pretty much everything, causing a mess I knew Tom would end up sorting out because I wouldn't do it once Harry was finished.

"Harry, stop it!" I shouted. I knew he was getting closer and closer to my stock as he went through my corner where I had my bass-guitars and amps. Hurriedly I forced myself out of bed and grabbed a hold of him, tugged at his shirt and arms in attempt of making him stop. He was too determinated though, pushing me away as he grabbed the bag of alcohol.

"Where's the cigarettes?" asked his husky voice. In a movement he turned and pushed me towards the bed. "Get off me and answer the bloody question,"

"Harry, quit it, okay? You're in no charge of me. You don't bloody care about me so why bother doing this? It's pointless! You have no right to go through my stuff!" I shouted with tears in my eyes. Once again, as I approached him, he pushed me back and this time with force enough to bring me to the floor in such a violent move I lost my breath the second I crashed against the hard floor.

He basically crushed me with his gaze. His lower lip curled, twitched and he hissed a few words at me before he managed to find the few packages of cigarettes I kept hidden among my shoes.

"You need to make some changes, Dougie. You know why? Because if you won't make some changes you will end up in a madhouse. You don't want that and I know it. If you keep going on like this you will lose your mind eventually and they will have to escort you to a place like that in a fucking straightjacket. You will go insane"

Breathing got terribly hard. I clutched at the edge of the bed while staring at him with wide and frightened eyes. There were no signs of him regretting what he had just said, he only held the bag harder in his hands before he left the room with big marching steps. That's when the sobs began to rip through me, thoughts wondering 'why?' running through my head. What had I done wrong enough for Harry to become such a enemy to me? He'd once been my best mate... and there was no denying that through all the time we had known each other I'd had a crush on him... I loved Harry more than a friend, my feelings for him were deep.

Harry had known... he had known all along... and he had responded very well to all of my emotions. He'd treated me like a prince. Until one day... that day I'd never forget.