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Dougie's POV

I lay in bed that night, listening to Jessie cry. I knew I should've gone in there and helped. But I just couldn't. I saw her shake and the look on her face fall when we broke the duvet. I couldn't help but wonder what I'd gotten myself into. I'd seen the scars up her arms. Her bruised and cut eye and her unwillingness to get close to me. It felt like I was walking on eggshells and I didn't like it. She was a beautiful, loving girl and I wanted nothing more than to cuddle her and tell her it was okay. But on the other hand, I knew that getting close to her meant working so damn hard. And I was more than happy to try everything to try and win her heart. Because she'd already won mine.

I woke up early the next morning to a very quiet house. Outside the window it was pouring rain and black. I lay in bed, not feeling like getting up, until a loud group of knocks on the door forced me to.

"Morning!" Danny said brightly, Tom and Harry following him in as well, laden with brown paper bags and a tray of take away coffee.

"Can't sleep?" I asked, flopping on the couch and taking the coffee Tom passed me.

"Nope!" Danny said, unwrapping a bacon and egg McMuffin from the packaging and taking a large bite.

"So how'd you go last night?" Tom asked, taking a large sip of his coffee.

"Yeah, I dunno mate...she's a different one, I'll tell you that much!" I replied.

"Why do you say that?" Tom asked.

"Well, get this! We ripped a duvet last night because we argued over who would make the bed and she started like shaking and stuff!"

"Well by the look of the black eye, I'd say she's had some difficulty with someone else," Tom replied with a grimace.

"Hey Doug, you got any sauce?" Danny asked, getting up to the kitchen.

"Yeah, in the pantry," I replied.

"I'll help," Harry called, leaving the room.

"I really like her Tom," I murmured, staring down at my coffee.

"I know Doug. But are you sure that you're not taking it too fast? Getting too involved too quickly? I don't want to see you get your heart broken again," Tom replied.

"Yeah I know... But I don't know what to do. I've fallen for her."

"You've known her two days Doug. Are you sure you're feeling love? Or are you feeling like you've got to help her, like a sick little puppy?"

"I don't know Tom..I just don't know."

"Do you want my advice?" Tom asked and I nodded. "Get to know her a bit. As a friend. Take her around London. Help her find a job and an apartment and some friends. Then focus on winning her heart. But just take it slow."

I nodded. Tom was always the best for advice. "Thanks."

"No worries mate."

"You have pancake mix in your pantry?!" Danny's voice exclaimed from the kitchen, "can I cook them?"

"Fine," I sighed, following Tom into the kitchen. In Danny and Harry's search for the sauce, they had completely destroyed my pantry. The island bench was absolutely covered in food, the pantry almost empty.

"What did you guys do?!" I exclaimed. They shrugged and fumbled through more cupboards to find a pan, causing the rest of the pans to tumble out of the cupboard, making a sound that only elderly, hard of hearing people could enjoy.

"Guys! Please!" I said, desperately looking at the stairs to make sure they hadn't woken Jessie.

"Soz Doug," Danny shrugged, pouring some oil into the pan.

Jessie's POV

A loud bang and crash from downstairs woke me up with a start the next morning. I grabbed a jacket and dashed down the stairs, worried that something was wrong. As I skidded into the kitchen in socks, I was met with the strangest sight I'd ever seen. Harry was standing on a chair with a spatula, prying a blackened pancake off the roof. Danny was scraping charcoal out of a pan, Dougie was running his hand under the tap and Tom was calmly sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, watching the mayhem.

"What happened?" I asked and all four of them jumped.

"Danny decided to cook pancakes. Then he tried to flip them like a chef in the air. And they stuck to the roof and Dougie tried to take the pan off him and burned his hand," Tom said nonchalantly, acting like this happened every day of his life. "How'd you sleep?"

"Okay," I replied, taking the coffee Tom passed me.

"Jet lag's a bitch isn't it?" he smiled, also passing me a hash brown, which I shook my head to.

"It is," I replied, sipping the strong coffee.

"Have you ever travelled anywhere before?" Tom asked, watching the other three clean the kitchen up.

"Cambodia when I finished school," I replied, "and New Zealand when I was a bit younger. Nothing this far away."

"Cambodia? Wow! If you don't mind, why'd you go there? It's not exactly a holiday destination."

"I went with a charity to help out for a bit." The other three came over and sat at the bench too, watching me intently. I suddenly felt very self conscious.

"What'd you do over there?"

"Painted a school, handed out gift boxes, sight seeing, built wells, that kind of thing," I replied, not particularly wanting to talk about it. It was a very hard trip. Eye opening and extremely worthwhile. But the consequences of it weren't. The scar on my leg twinged as I remembered the trip and I internally sighed.

"Sounds like good fun," Harry smiled and I nodded.

"Well anyway, today we were thinking we could show you around London?" Tom grinned, standing up.

"Sure," I smiled, "just let me put something on." I left the mayhem in the kitchen to run back upstairs and change. I threw on the first outfit I could find, my tummy rumbling noisily. I ignored it, brushed my teeth, twisted my hair into a messy bun and flew down the stairs again, grabbing my purse on the way.