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Dougie's POV

I was bored out of my brain. The only thing that dulled everything was my old friend alcohol. I arrived at Danny's house just in time to see him pulling out of the driveway. Curious, I began to follow him. He'd been secretive lately... in fact, ever since Jessie had left. I stayed behind his car, stealthily driving behind him like a Mission Impossible movie. He slowed down and made a turn into a strange looking building. There were high stone fences that encased acres of sweeping green lawns that made their way up to an old looking stone building, almost identical to the one in X-Men. He pulled into a car park and I quickly zipped into one a little further away. He pulled out a large bunch of pink daisies, straightened his hair and fixed his jacket. After a quick glance in the mirror, he began to walk up the stone path. I followed quickly behind him, puzzled out of my brain. Stopping at the front desk, he leant over to talk to a receptionist lady, while I stayed hidden behind a pillar.

"Danny Jones for Jessie Smith?" he smiled and the receptionist smiled and pointed with her hand to a hallway. After he was out of earshot, I ducked forward.

"Welcome to Sundale Psychiatric Facility. How can I help you today?" the receptionist asked chirpily, smiling with white teeth and bright red lips.

"Jessie Smith?" I asked.

"Room eighteen. Down the hall on your right," she grinned, almost manically, her long manicured nails glinting under the fluorescent lights. I shivered and quickly headed the way Danny had. The halls of course where white and plain. I followed the numbers to number eighteen, reaching the door just as Danny closed it. I stood back behind the door frame, listening.

"Hi sweetheart, how are we doing today?" Danny asked, and there was a kissing noise. I felt my heart break into pieces.

"I'm good. Sick of nurses and sick of meds. But good," I heard Jessie say, and another kiss. That was it! Boiling with rage and anger, I burst through the door.

"What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled and Danny quickly sprang up, tripping over his chair in the process.

"I um, I was just visiting Jessie, making sure she was doing alright!" he spluttered, his hands in front of his body. Jessie was lying on a bed, her arms bandaged, looking guilty.

"Why the fuck would she not be? What the fuck are you doing in here? Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?!" I shouted and Danny very quickly looked down at his hands, wringing them in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't wait to hear it. I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

Tom's POV

"What the fuck were you thinking Danny?!" Harry screamed, his hands in the air in absolute disbelief.

"I don't know," Danny sighed, his head in his hands.

"Did you not think about Dougie? Do you only just think about yourself?!" Harry exclaimed shoving Danny in the shoulder and putting his head in his hands. He took his phone out, again calling Dougie's number.

"Hey it's Doug. I'm not here right now, you know what to do." A loud beep signaled the answering machine.

"Dougie just please pick up your phone! Tom and I are worried sick, at least just let us know you're okay," Harry sighed, tossing his phone beside him on the couch. Giovanna came downstairs, waddling slightly, her belly almost overtaking her.

"What's all the commotion?" she asked, sitting next to Harry on the couch, a worried look covering her face.

"We'll go for a drive. You two stay here and try not to kill each other." I took Giovanna's hand and led her out to the car, opening the door for her.

"Tom, what's going on?" she asked curiously as I shut my door.

"Danny's been taking flowers to Jessie. Dougie found out," I said simply, reversing out of the drive.

"Oh…" Giovanna replied.

We arrived at Dougie's house. "Dougie, open up! It's Tom and Gi!" I shouted, pounding on the locked door. No answer. "Dougie!" I shouted again, "if you don't open up I'm breaking down this bloody door!" Slow, heavy footsteps came to the front door and the lock unclicked. Dougie was standing there, a bottle of vodka in one hand, looking very disheveled.

"What? Come to take my love away from me too?!" he slurred, swaying slightly.

"Dougie, no," I said softly, taking him by the arm and leading him back inside.

"Well what are you doing here? I don't want to see any of you! You lied to me!" he shouted, his voice getting louder.

"Dougie, can you just listen?"

"No Tom! How could Danny do that to me? How could he hurt me like that?" he slurred again, pouring more vodka down his throat. I pried the bottle out of his fingers and gave it to Giovanna, who promptly tipped it down the kitchen sink.

"And you! You didn't tell me what happened to her! You lied to me!" he shouted, pointing a quivering finger at me.

"We didn't want it to upset you Dougie…" I sighed.

"Yeah, well, look what's happened now! I hate you! I fucking hate every single one of you!" he screamed, spittle flying from his mouth.

"We thought it would be best for you to hear it from her Dougie, it wasn't our place to tell you," Giovanna said softly.

"Didn't mean you had to lie!" he yelled. Suddenly, he made a loud choking noise and a torrent of vomit exploded from his mouth, soaking his clothes and the carpet. I sighed. He was heading down the same path as he had before. And this time, I wasn't sure if he could make it back.

Harry's POV

"Danny…just why?" I sighed, after sitting in silence for half an hour.

"I…I don't know Harry…she seemed strange, interesting, not to mention gorgeous…I don't know what came over me…I think I love her Harry…"

"Well you can't," I said simply. "She's not yours to love." Danny hung his head. I turned the television on, barely listening.

"He can have her…" Danny murmured quietly.

"What?"

"I said Dougie can have her. I don't think she ever really liked me anyway."

"That's very mature of you Danny," I said. He nodded.

"Will you be okay?"

"I'll live. I might go call that girl Georgia. You remember, Miss England?" Danny said and I chuckled.

"Go for it." He got up and left the room. I sighed. How could Danny move on so quickly? But, if it would help Dougie, I guess it would be the way to go.

Tom's POV

While Giovanna scrubbed the carpet, I put a very disoriented Dougie into the shower fully clothed.

"You need to stop this Dougie…you can't keep turning to this," I sighed as he sat under the water, leaning against the wall.

"I know,' he murmured, barely opening his eyes. I sat on the floor beside the shower, watching as he slumped against the wall. I sighed. It was so hard to see him like this. Disoriented, sick and hurting.

"I don't want to go back there Tom," he whispered, opening his eyes half way. "I don't hate you."

"I know Doug. I know."

While he rolled around on the shower floor, taking off his sodden clothes, I set about finding a towel and water and ibuprofen. Once he was cleaned up, he was sent to bed with a bucket, a huge bottle of water and more ibuprofen for sleep. I went back downstairs to where Giovanna had busied herself at the stove.

"I think I'll have to stay here tonight," I murmured, sitting at the bench.

"I know," she replied, "that's why I thought I'd make you two dinner."

The creamy smell of carbonara wafted from the pot and I smiled.

"Thank you, will you be okay by yourself?"

"Of course," she laughed and went back to her cooking.