Dougie's POV

I sat on my bed next to Ally. She was breathing normally now, she seemed to be better. We were in my house, there was no way I was leaving her after this, I didn't even want to take her home, I wanted to be there for her, taking care of her. There were weird red marks in her chest, they looked like blood, for it wasn't blood, it was hard to explain, and that park of her skin was also swollen.

She closed her eyes and took a big breath. I was still holding her hand, she had really freaked out. She hadn't said a word since we left the school, but I didn't even ask her, I just couldn't force her to talk when she looked so vulnerable and scared.

"How's your heart?" I asked her softly.

"Better… It's beating normally now" she said "I bet you want to know what happened"

"Well… I'd never lied to you, I'm dying of curiosity" I said smiling a little bit, I wanted to try to cheer her up a little bit.

"I've got claustrophobia" she said as she opened her eyes "Sam's friend thought it'd be funny to lock me in a closet, they didn't know."

"They did that to you? Ally, you have to tell the headmaster"

"No way, I don't to make a big deal about it"

"Ally, are you kidding me? You should have seen your face"

"Doug, those kids pay loads of money, do you really think the headmaster will do anything about it? They'll give them a stupid warning and that's it… So there's no point on doing anything about it. Anyway, I don't think they'll bother me again. I saw their faces, they were scared to see me like that" she sighed "Please, let's talk about something else. How was your day?"

"Better than your for sure" I said and felt like an asshole for thinking I was the one with bad luck "I just arrived late to the studio, before that I had a fight with Frankie and then a policeman gave me a parking ticket"

She laughed a little bit "Your luck sucks"

"Look who's talking" I looked at her chest again "Do you want ice of something? Your chest looks like crap"

She looked at her chest and I couldn't stop my eyes from making their way to… Well, you know… Her boobs.

'Dougie, she's 17!' I thought, blushed and looked away 'Though she has a nice pair of— No! Stop!'

I stood up and put a hand over my face; she was still holding my other hand tightly.

"What's wrong?" she asked me as she stood up took and removed my hand from my face. She looked concerned, so cute.

"Nothing, it's ok… Do you want that ice?" I said and smiled. What was I suppose to do, tell her I liked her boobs? Don't think that her body is all I think about, because that's not the truth… She's so cute and weird, funny and mysterious, unique.

"No, it'll go away in a couple of days"

"How do you know?"

"I'd happened to me before… Not many times, I'm good at avoiding closets and that kind of stuff. Besides, only really small places give me claustrophobia."

She laid down on bed again and I sat next to her. I heard the front door opened and my heart stopped beating for a moment or at least that was what I felt; Frankie. Oh my God, Frankie.

"Baby, are you home?" she said and two minutes later entered the room. She immediately stopped and her mouth fell opened "What the hell is it? What is she doing here?"

Ally let go my hand and I stood up.

"Frankie, my love, it's not what it seems, I swear"

"Then what is it, Dougie!? What the hell is she doing on your bed!?" she shouted.

"Frankie, calm down, we are only friends" Ally said.

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" she said pointing at Ally "You!" she pointed at me "Tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Ally had a little accident at school and she fainted and I was the only one around. I swear baby this is not what it seems" I said and came closer to him "Frankie, I love you, please, believe me"

"Her shirt is almost full opened, Poynter, how do you explain that?"

"I had a panic attack" Ally said and went on talking before Frankie could stop her "I needed more hair so that's why I opened it… Look at my skin, there's the proof"

Frankie watched her chest for a moment and then sat down on the chair.

"Can you please go?" she asked Ally, who looked at me.

"I'll call a cab" she said to me and left the room. I wanted to stop her, I didn't want her to leave like that, but it would only give me more problems.

"Look at me in the eyes and tell me she doesn't mean anything to you" Frankie said.

"Baby, I love you" I said as I put my hands in her cheek, trying to avoid her questions, I'd never been a good when it came to lying "Please, don't be mad at me, it's all a little misunderstanding"

"She's your sister's friend, isn't she? I bet Jazzie likes her more than she likes me"

"It doesn't matter what Jazzie thinks"

"And she was for sure in the party last Friday, wasn't she?"

"Yes, she was"

"Dougie, I have the feeling you are spending too much time with that girl" on, no, please, don't say that! "I don't want you to spend so much time with her, it hurts me"

I bitted my lower lip and she raced an eyebrow.

"What, is that too hard for you? You said she was only your friend…"

"Alright, alright!"

I laid down on bed and some minutes later I felt Frankie running her hands through my hair.

"We've fight a lot today" she said.

"Yes, we have…"

"I don't like it…"

"I don't like it either"

"Let's do something about it" she said playfully.

I closed my eyes, I knew what she meant but I really wasn't in the mood for that now… But I knew what refusing would mean; another fight.

All we did was fighting and she always thought that solution was… Well, you know what. I wont say I didn't like it, but I was tired, this didn't solve our problems, it only made us forget about them for a while and sooner or later, they would drive me, her of both of us mad. I knew there was a storm coming, but I would run away from it for as long as I could. I was too in love by then to see the truth.