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Chapter 5- Love

Dougie walked up the remaining stairs, his head churning with thoughts. Who would've caused it? His first instinct was Frank. But Melanie and Margaret had said he went over the line. He sighed and opened the door to the spare room, where Harry had left his bag outside the door. Picking it up, he walked over to the bed and sat down, looking around. The room hadn't changed all that much. Apart from a double bed instead of the four singles and a paintjob and clean, it was the same. He slid off his shoes and lay his head on the crisp white pillowcase, staring at the white, interesting ceiling. It had all different patterns leading into the light in the middle of them. Dougie closed his eyes and sighed. It felt like years since his stomach felt right. But now, he didn't feel as sick.

And while Danny and Harry patched up Tom, Dougie slipped into the land of dreams.

He stayed asleep, oblivious to the fact that the three boys poked their heads in to check on him, smiling to themselves as they saw the youngest member asleep and not hanging his head into a toilet. Harry gently dragged a blanket over him before leaving the room again silently.

After an hour of sleep, the window slamming closed jerked Dougie awake. He sat up and looked around like an insane person. There was no one inside, nor any evidence of the window being closed, as it now sat innocently open. But the sudden movements triggered Dougie's gag reflex and he sprinted into the neighbouring bathroom. As he emptied all the food Harry had gotten him to eat into the toilet, he heard the door open.

'It's occupied,' he called weakly.

'I don't mind,' Margaret's voice said. Dougie turned slowly, careful not to move too fast. Margaret was sitting cross legged on the edge of the bath, watching him.

'Margaret, you really don't need to see me like this,' Dougie said feebly, leaning against the bathroom cabinet, brushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

'Doesn't worry me,' she shrugged, 'I haven't vomited in eighty-five years. I think I'll be fine.' Dougie rolled his eyes and leant his head back.

'Here, have this,' Margaret said, handing him a glass of water.

'Thanks,' he sighed, 'but there's no point. It's pretty much just wasted on me.'

'You need to,' she said quietly.

'Thanks.' Dougie took a few tiny sips, closing his eyes. 'I-I-I I think I'll go back to bed now,' Dougie said shakily, standing up and wobbling back to the bedroom, Margaret following on. She waited until Dougie pulled the cream sheets over his jeans then sat on the opposite side of the double bed, watching him push the pillows against the headboard to sit up. Margaret was still in the same dress of course, but Dougie noticed something. 'Where's the locket?'

'What locket?' she asked, watching out the window.

'The one with you and Charlie?'

'Oh. I lost it,' she shrugged.

'Oh... Just a question, did you close the window before?' Dougie asked curiously.

'What window?'

'That one.' Dougie pointed to it.

'No...I've been downstairs with the others while they've been fixing up Tom. What happened to him anyway?'

'He slipped and fell...' Dougie trailed off, his voice unconvinced.

'You don't believe that?' Margaret asked curiously.

Dougie shook his head. 'Has there been any other ghosts around here?'

'Nope, just us,' Margaret replied, 'why?'

Dougie shrugged. 'Just wondering. Where are the others?'

'I think they're in the kitchen or something, making lunch,' Margaret replied. At the sound of lunch Dougie's stomach twisted and he gulped.

'We can stay up here if you want,' Margaret said quickly. Dougie smiled at her and leaned back against the pillows.

'What have you guys been doing then?' she asked.

'Well, we've been touring, playing shows, meeting fans,' Dougie smiled, 'what about you?'

'Helping Harriet do things,' Margaret grinned.

'Can I ask you something?' Dougie asked quietly. Margaret nodded quickly.

'Are you happier with your life now?'

Another grin broke out on Margaret's face. 'Definitely.'

'That's so good to hear,' Dougie smiled back, wishing he could just reach out and take her hand... As he looked at her, her elegant curls, beautiful dress and perfect skin, his mind began to tick over. He couldn't be falling in love with a ghost...could he?

He bit his lip as Margaret smiled at him. 'Do you wanna go downstairs?' he stuttered.

'Sure.' Margaret stood up from the bed, floating over to the door and down the stairs. Dougie eased his way off the bed, his whole body aching as he quickly ran a hand through his hair and quickly shuffled down the stairs after her, blocking his nose to the smell of food that penetrated his nostrils.

'Ahh, here he is! How you feeling?' Harry's voice was loud and made Dougie's head pound.

'Better.' Dougie nodded and sat down at the kitchen table beside Danny, who was murdering a plate of chicken nuggets and fries, obviously made by Harriet. There was a radio playing softly on the windowsill as she leant down to get the rest out of the oven, earning a glance and a sly grin from Danny as he stared at her jean-clad bum. Dougie elbowed him in the side hard and the piece of chicken Danny was eating fell from his mouth onto the plate.

'Anyone want anymore?' Harriet asked briskly as she walked around the table, setting a plate in front of Dougie and putting a nugget and three chips on it.

'Harriet, I-.'

'Dougie, you're eating it. You need to,' Harriet said firmly, dumping a few more on the other boy's plates. Dougie gave a sigh and picked one up, gingerly putting it in his mouth and chewing. Harriet gave a satisfied nod and put the empty tray on the sink.

'I'm sorry,' Dougie gulped, shoving his chair out so fast it clattered to the floor, as he sprinted up the stairs. Harriet sighed and walked around to pick the chair up.

'I'm so sorry Harriet, we should've left him at home,' Tom said quietly.

'It's fine boys, it doesn't worry me,' Harriet shrugged.

Danny ushered her around to him, giving her a tight hug. 'Harriet, do you wanna come for a walk with me outside?' Danny asked quietly. She gave a small nod.

'We'll do the dishes,' Harry smiled, picking up all the empty plates, dumping Dougie's uneaten food into the bin before putting it on the sink. Danny slipped his hand into Harriet's, gently taking her out the door into the garden. They sat under the big tree Danny ended up in the last time they were there. He smiled as he leant back against it.

'What's up?' Harriet asked, smiling too.

'Last time we were here, Donald, an evil ghost got me up into this tree. I fell into the mud,' Danny grinned. Harriet giggled shyly, looking down at her shoes again.

'Would you mind if I kissed you?' Danny asked softly.

Harriet looked up, her cheeks pinker.

'I love when you look like that,' Danny smiled.

'Like what?'

'When you blush.' Harriet put a hand to her cheeks self-consciously, turning redder. Danny took her wrist, pulling it down away from her face, looking right into her eyes. Harriet looked back, her soft gaze penetrating into his blue eyes. Danny leaned forward slowly, gently taking his hand to the back of her blonde hair, pulling her closer until her lips touched his, Danny smiling at the feeling as she moved her head to deepen the kiss, smiling too. They finally broke apart, both smiling at each other, Harriet's cheeks a deep shade of pink.

'I think I love you Harriet,' Danny whispered.

Harriet smiled. 'I think I do too.'

'Good,' Danny murmured, leaning in and kissing her softly again. A cackle from the bushes made them jump apart.

'Who's there?' Danny called, looking around. Nothing. Harriet quickly sprang away from Danny, letting out a squeak, her face wide and terrified as she tripped over her feet and landed on her bum in the dirt.

'Harriet? What's wrong?' Danny asked, quickly jumping up and kneeling beside her on the ground.

'N-n-nothing,' she stammered.

'Love, what's the matter?' Danny asked firmly.

'You didn't whisper anything to me did you?' she asked shakily and Danny shook his head.

'Something told me to watch my back,' she murmured.

'What do you mean by something?' Danny asked curiously, gently helping her back up.

'I don't know,' she whispered, looking around frantically.

'Come on love, we'll go back inside,' Danny said softly, taking her arm and leading her along the path and inside the house, looking around for answers as he walked.