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Chapter 8
-Dougie POV-
Tom may be able to forgive and forget but I'm not as easy. I've been hurt before, mentally and physically but the difference was this was someone I've known since I was 15 and I trusted him. It really hurt what Danny did to me. He made me feel so loved but having it ripped out of you by finding out it was all a game. It was so devastating and I haven't trusted anyone more than I have the other guys. But nothing Danny did was anything real. It was just a game.
I sat in my bedroom locked away from everyone. I would speak to Tom but that would mean Harry or ... would come in. At that moment there was a knock at my door and I cautiously opened it...revealing a face that I really didn't want to see right now and maybe not ever again. Danny Jones. "Can I at least explain?" he begged but I felt the anger in me already and I wasn't feeling "reasonable" right now. "NO! F*ck off Danny Jones! I don't want to your bullsh*t excuses for making me love you then completely f*cking ripping my heart out! There's no excuse for it... Just don't talk to me ever again! I wish you were dead!" I screamed at him then slammed the door shut in his face. I could feel myself crying at my own words. I didn't wish he was dead. I just wanted to be with him but I was so angry. And upset, and confused, and EVERYTHING! My feelings were so mixed up right now. I hated his guts at the moment but I loved him so much it hurt. It really confused me and I couldn't do anything about it so I just laid on my bed and cried myself to sleep.
-Danny POV-
I had messed up big time and Dougie wished I was dead. Knowing that really did hurt so bad... I just wanted to die like he said. At least Dougie would be happy and he wouldn't look like I'd just destroyed every good feeling inside him... But the thought of dying actually scared me. I sat there crying over how much Dougie hated me. I know self-pity was useless but I just didn't know what else to do, there was no hope. He wouldn't listen to a word I had to say. I don't know how long I was crying down here but eventually the door opened and someone came in. "Dougie?" I said with the most hope I've ever had. Hoping maybe he had come down to at least tell me that he hadn't meant some things he said like he wished I was dead. But that wasn't going to happen, and I deserved it.
-Tom POV-
I walked over to Danny slowly and gave him a hug after I realised he was crying. "Danny I forgive you! The same as Harry... But have you tried talking to Dougie?" I asked though it was sort of was clear he had. I had heard the shouting when I was talking to Harry so why did I even ask? "Yeah and it didn't exactly go how I wanted it to... He told me not to talk to him ever again... and, and he told me he wished I was dead" he whimpered the last bit before bursting back into tears and becoming the sobbing mess that we found him in. "He didn't mean it Danny, I swear just give him a bit time" I comforted while patting and rubbing him on the back as comfortingly as I could. I got up to go upstairs and Harry got up to follow me. " Can you stay with Danny? I just need to talk to Dougie and he'll probably only want to see me" I asked and he nodded before smiling and sitting next to Danny where I had just been. I ran up the stair and walked straight into his room, not bothering to knock. I looked at the bed to find a curled up and...crying Dougie? "Hey Dougs... Erm, why are you crying? You just told Danny that you wished he was dead and you're the one crying?" I said shocked because this really didn't make any sense. "I didn't mean what I said but I sort of did mean it! I'm really confused at the moment so I don't even know that! I don't know what I'm feeling anymore because I'm feeling every emotion in the book right now" he said while sniffing back his tears. "Well, I think if I was you I would forgive them Dougs. That way we can move past this and it'll get better over time" I said softly. "Well, I'm not you Tom!" he snapped. "Sorry, I'll leave you to calm down" I said before getting up and going back downstairs.
-Harry POV-
"It's okay mate... I'm sure he'll forgive you soon. He still hates me too" I said not really knowing what to say. Feelings was normally Tom's thing and I knew that eventually I'd say the wrong thing. "But he didn't tell you that he wished that you were dead, did he?!" he snapped. With a bit of jealousy? "But he didn't mean that" I said again. "Well, how would you know? I know he meant it! The way he looked at me, his eyes showed that he meant it" he whispered like he wasn't even speaking to me anymore, more himself. Tom returned after 10 minutes. "Any luck with Dougie?" I asked and he shook his head sadly. Danny was obviously looking because he shot up from the sofa and ran upstairs. The sound of a door slamming following a few seconds later. I smiled sadly at Tom before sitting on the sofa and burying my face in my hands and my head in thoughts.