Hello everyone, I apologise for the delay. Things haven't been so good lately, but I'm still here and writing. I hope you enjoy, please let me know if you do. Slight trigger warning as well.

Danny's POV

I'd finished at the club for my DJ set for the night. Walking to my awaiting taxi, I saw someone familiar. "Jessie?"

She turned and looked. "Danny?"

"You alright?" I asked, noticing the black makeup staining her cheeks.

"I'm fine."

"How'd you get here then?"

"Walked."

"Can I take you home then?"

"Sure." She climbed in the taxi beside me, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at the seat in front of her.

"Everything alright?" I asked and she nodded.

"Where are you staying tonight?" She shrugged and looked at her feet.

"I have a spare bed at mine if you'd like?"

"That'd be lovely," she sighed. I smiled.

We arrived home and Jessie followed me inside. She walked straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Got any booze?" she asked, rustling through the food.

"Here." I handed her a bottle of red wine I'd never gotten around to drinking. "Have it. I hate the stuff anyway."

I watched as she ripped the cork from the top and began to chug it like a glass of water.

"You alright?" I asked, grimacing, wondering what Dougie had bought into our lives.

"Mmhmm," she replied, a trickle of wine running down her chin to her white shirt. "Drink with me Danny. Have fun for once."

How the hell did she think she knew that I didn't have fun?

"Nah, I'm going to bed." I didn't have time to deal with a messed up alcoholic like her. I had to sleep.

"Fine," she replied, taking another three large mouthfuls of wine. I noticed as she set the bottle back on the table that in the short five minutes we'd been home, half the bottle was gone.

"See you tomorrow," I sighed, praying that sometime in the night Dougie would come collect his skank and take her home.

I was awoken at six in the morning by a horrible sound. I sat up straight in bed and listened again. It sounded like someone was having a fit. Dougie's whore. I climbed out of bed and wandered down to the kitchen. And was suddenly stopped in my tracks. Fumbling for my phone, I dialed Tom's number.

"Yeah?" he said sleepily.

"You better get over here now."

Tom's POV

Barely even having time to put a shirt on, I left Dougie sleeping in my bed and Giovanna in the guest room and raced to Danny's. A horrid smell entered my nostrils as I opened the door. Danny's kitchen backed onto the main hall, and he was sitting cross legged on the floor, with his phone in hand, staring into the kitchen.

"What's up?" I asked, shutting the front door. He pointed a shaky finger into the kitchen. Nervously, I poked my head around the wall. And wished I didn't. Jessie was lying there. An empty bottle of wine lay beside her and an empty bottle of Jack Daniels and an empty bottle of Smirnoff. Vomit covered her, and the floor. But that wasn't the main thing. I looked harder, and saw the red wine was distinctly brighter in some places. Oh no. Under her limp arm was one of Danny's kitchen knives. I gingerly walked in, avoiding the vomit patches and rolled back her bright red sleeve. I realised it wasn't red wine. It was blood.

"Danny, call 999. Hurry," I said, trying to keep my voice slow and steady. I took a tea towel from the bench and wrapped it around her arm, trying to stem the blood flow. She stirred, raising her head and opening her eyes.

"Tom? What happened?"

"You're hurt, we're calling an ambulance. Hold tight," I replied as she shut her eyes again.

"They're on their way," Danny said, coming to squat beside me. "Tom will she be okay?" he asked quietly.

"I thought you didn't care,' I snapped, and Danny's gaze fell to the floor.

The paramedics arrived soon after and took Jessie away. I came with her and called Giovanna to let her know what was happening.

"Whatever you do, don't tell Dougie, he'll blame himself," I said and I could just see her nodding on the other end. Being 6 months pregnant, Gi didn't need this stress. I watched as the doctors and nurses at the hospital pumped her stomach and stitched her arm, leaving a bloody mess.

"Tom is it?" a nurse beside me asked.

"Yes."

"How is it that you know Miss Smith?"

"She's staying with one of my friends. They had a fight so she was staying with another one of my friends last night."

"You weren't with her?"

"No," I replied, "if I was, this wouldn't have happened."

"Does Miss Smith have a history of depression or suicidal behaviour?"

"Honestly, I only met her a week ago. I have no idea. She does have scars on her forearms, but I don't know."

"Thank you," the nurse replied and left, making a note on Jessie's chart. She was sedated and would be for quite a while.

"Can you please call me when she wakes up? I need to get home," I said to another nurse and she nodded.

Harry's POV

At nine in the morning, I was awoken from my slumber to a loud banging on my door. Opening it, I was met with Tom's face.

"Emergency meeting. Danny's house. Now." And then he was gone. Running to his car.

Dumbstruck, I kissed Izzy on the cheek, put on some clothes and drove to Danny's house. A weird smell met me when I opened the door.

"Danny?" I called.

"In the kitchen."

I walked down the hall to the kitchen, where Danny was on his hands and knees scrubbing up a red substance on the floor.

"What happened?" I asked warily.

"Tom will tell you," he said simply, ushering me into the living room.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" I exclaimed, sitting in Danny's large arm chair.

"Last night, Dougie and Jessie had a fight. They were drunk. Dougie ended up at my house, and Jessie, here. She downed a bottle of wine and a bottle of Jack and vodka and attempted to slit her wrists. She's at the hospital. We can't let Dougie know about this. He'll be devastated and blame himself. We can't have that happen again. Remember last time?" Tom said, wringing his hands in his lap.

"Why didn't you stop her Danny?" I exclaimed, suddenly angry at his negligence.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know the dumb broad would try and bloody kill herself Harry?!" he exclaimed, his face turning red.

"Stop," Tom said simply, throwing his hands up. "Right now, it's about Dougie."

"Where is he?" I asked, noticing the smallest member wasn't present.

"At home with Giovanna. We can't let him find out what's happened to Jessie," Tom repeated again and I nodded. "Come on. Let's go get breakfast."