I shouldnt upload this chapter, but you've been reviewing and that puts me in a good mood, so take this as a gift for you for reviewing :D

Does anyone know the song ' Temptation Greets You Like Your Naughty Friend'? Great song by the Arctic Monkeys.

Enjoy the chapter.

Still Doug's POV

Some hours later, we were back at my sister's house and Ally had a huge cast all around her arm. Everybody asked her about a thousand times if she was ok and she said yes patiently every single time. We both sat in the big sofa, whe was looking quite calm… She'd cry a little bit in the hospital, Tom and I didn't leave her alone not even once, and she hadn't freaked out or scream or anything at any moment, not even when the doctor came with the needle, nothing at all. We thought about calling her parents but she said she was fine, she'd tell them later, it wasn't something she could hide anyway. I had the feeling that if we hadn't been there with her, she would have gone through this on her own anyway, she was really independent, lonely, and though I thought that was really cool, I didn't like the idea of such a lonely Ally… As far as I knew, her mum had abandoned her and her father had behaved like a jerk, she must have grown up on her own really. I wish she knew she had us now, not only me, but also Jazzie, or Tom, or Danny… They really liked her, I could see it, she fitted perfectly on our group of friends.

"Would you bring me food please, Dougie?" she asked me.

I had to laugh "You are going to eat more?"

"Yes, breaking a bone have made me hungry" she smiled.

Giovanna's food was delicious, I had to admit that, but Ally had eaten around a quarter of all the food she's brought, and believe me; that was a lot of food. I like the fact that she didn't care what the others think; if she was hungry, she was going to carry on eating.

"Does it hurt?" I asked her when I came back with food.

"No, my whole arm is anesthetized" she said as she grabbed a piece of cake and started to eat it slowly "You were with me when the doctor did it, Dougie"

"Yes, but I wasn't looking, I don't like needles"

She laughed, she must like I'm such a baby, she didn't even look away when the guy did it.

"It's really funny to see you eat" I said, I wanted to change the subject "Frankie only eats like a piece of cake"

"Why?"

"She's afraid of getting fat I guess" I said "All the girls in her band have perfect bodies, so she has to look that way too"

"She's in a band?"

"Yes, The Saturdays"

"Do you like their music?"

"Not really" I smiled, Frankie would kill me if she heard me say that "It's just not my type of music"

I was about to grab a cookie from her plate of food but she moved it away.

"I don't share food, Poynter" she said.

"But I'm hungry too"

"But I broke my wrist"

"So?"

"That gives me the right to eat more" a little smile was approaching from the corner of her lips, it made her seem so cute, she had a playful sexy smile.

"I carried you through the whole hospital"

"Alright… I let you have one M&Ms"

"Just one?" I raced an eyebrow and laughed.

"Take it or leave it, Poynter" god, she makes my surname sound awesome. Stop it, Dougie, you a damn girlfriend and she's awesome, remember?

She took a little M&Ms from the full bag I'd brought for her and I opened my mouth; here's my revenge, Danny, even if you don't even know it, now she's feeding me.

The front door opened and my mum came in. She'd gone out again that night… With Paul… Being around my friends had made me forget about it, but now I saw her arriving so late, I left the hidden concern and jealousy building up inside me.

"Are you alright, mum?" I asked her as I stood up and walked toward her.

"I'm great, Doug" she said smiling.

"Why did you arrive so late?"

"Please, don't start that again"

I was about to complain but I knew the rest of my friends were watching and I didn't want to look as an idiot again.

"Do whatever you want" I said and went to my bedroom.

This seriously made me angry and I just couldn't help it. I felt like crap, I wanted to be there for her, but I couldn't control myself. I wanted to be ok with all this, she seemed happy, but the anger was always there, ready to intoxicate my mind.

The door opened and Ally came in –holding her plate of food.

"What are you laughing at?" she said as she raced an eyebrow.

"You really are going to go on eating, aren't you?"

"Of course" she at next to me in bed and took off her shoes "Do you want some?"

"I thought you didn't share food"

"I'll make an exception for five minutes, so you'd better hurry"

I took a piece of chocolate cake and eat it quickly.

"Why are you here?" I asked her.

"Because I couldn't finish all this food on my own"

"Yes, you could, liar"

"I'll leave if you want"

"No, stay" I said and laid down. She was sitting next to me, looking great even with the cast "You understand me"

She laid down next to me and left the food on the floor. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Your mum looks happy" she said softly.

"I know"

"Maybe you should meet Paul"

"I don't think that's such a good idea"

"Just try"

She opened her eyes and looked at me. We were so close, my arm was touching hers, her face was inches way from mine. I looked away, scared of doing something stupid, temptation was a strong feeling that was lately all over my mind whenever I saw Ally.

"I know it's not easy" she said "But it isn't impossible either"

"I feel like such a baby" I said "You've been through worst things than me, you even broke your wrist only hours ago and yet you are comforting me"

I felt her fingers running through mine, her touch was warm and slow, her skin was so soft.

"My mum left my family and my father was killed" she said. I felt even worst now, I didn't know that about her father "But that doesn't make me more or less miserable; my mum was right to leave and my father… He knew it could happen and I knew it too… But you, Doug… You never saw it coming"

She kissed my cheek and put his head on my shoulder. I run my fingers through her hair without even noticing, I just wanted to comfort her, knowing that though we'd been through different situations, we felt the same way.

"Doug…" she said softly, her voice sounded sleepy.

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry"