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Tom's POV

Dougie and I sat in his bedroom, propped up on pillows in bed, watching Jackass and eating the carbonara that Giovanna so lovingly made.

"I hate Danny," Dougie murmured, pushing his bowl away.

"Dougie, I know what he did was wrong, but you can't let this ruin you guys," I replied, and Dougie stared at the quilt cover. "How's the head?" I asked.

"Fine."

Silence again.

"What happened to Jessie Tom?" he asked suddenly, staring at me with wide eyes.

"She just needed help," I replied, knowing full well that Dougie would blame himself for everything. He stared at me, knowingly. "Dougie, it's not up to me to tell you. She can tell you when she's ready," I replied.

He nodded, "that's if she'll speak to me."

"Why wouldn't she?" He shrugged and looked down at his bowl. He pushed it away towards me and rolled over, pulling the blanket up to his chest. I turned Jackass off and toddled downstairs to put the bowls in the dishwasher and tidy up. I returned back upstairs fifteen minutes later, to hear a stifled sniffle and Dougie rustling around. I kicked off my shoes and climbed into bed beside him, knowing how gay it must've seemed; but my Dougie needed me. I fell asleep listening to the tears he thought he muffled and the short sobs of someone more broken than I could ever imagine.

Jessie's POV

I was released from the hospital early on Friday morning. The sun was shining brightly and a slight breeze rustled my hair. It felt good to be out. But nothing could lift the horrible guilt I was feeling inside. I hoisted my suitcase higher onto my shoulder and decided to head over to Starbucks for some morning coffee. I took my skinny latte and fruit toast to a booth overlooking the Thames, in awe of the beautiful city.

"Jessie?" a voice said, and I turned around, almost choking on my toast.

"Harry…hi," I replied, looking down at my plate and putting my toast down.

"Mind if I sit?" he asked, motioning to the empty chair beside me. I shook my head, busying myself in stirring my coffee. Harry sat, twisting his fingers together and staring past me out the window.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, finally looking at me.

"I'm fine. Much better," I replied and he nodded.

"That's good."

Silence again.

"Can I ask something?" Harry murmured, reaching over and pulling a crust off my toast.

"Sure," I replied, frowning.

"Why Danny?" he asked.

I turned red."Harry, I really don't want to talk about it."

"Well I'm sorry, but it's my best mate that you've hurt. You probably don't know, but he's had a drinking problem in the past. And it's making a comeback."

"Harry…I want nothing more than to put it right. I feel awful. I feel so guilty. I want to put it right, but he won't want me just to walk into his house and say 'hey, here I am, forgive me.' It just doesn't work that way…" I trailed off, staring into my coffee.

"Well, maybe I can help with that. As long as you're not going to hurt him anymore, I was thinking about taking Dougie to a club tonight with the others. To cheer him up. If you turn up, maybe you can get a chance to talk to him," Harry replied with a small smile.

"How do you know he'll want to talk to me?" I asked.

"Oh, he will," Harry replied, with another small grin on his face. "Leave it to me."

Harry's POV

"But Harry, I don't want to go out! I want to stay here," Dougie whined, hugging a cushion to his chest.

"Dougie, you need to get out," I replied, snatching the pillow off him.

"No!" Dougie exclaimed, stomping off to his room like a teenager. I sighed deeply. "Harry he doesn't want to go," Danny said from his spot on the couch, where he and Tom were playing Assassin's Creed.

"I have a plan," I replied simply.

"Yeah? And what kind of plan would that be?" Danny asked without looking up.

"Jessie showing up so that they can talk it out," I said and Danny suddenly looked uncomfortable. All the colour drained from his face, and his forehead glistened with sweat.

"You alright Danny? You look a bit pale?" Tom asked, pausing the game.

"N-nothing. I'm fine," Danny replied, "I'm going home. I'll meet you guys in the club later. Nine yeah?"

"Yeah, nine," I replied, eyeing him suspiciously. Danny uncomfortably took his wallet and keys from the bench and left, shutting the front door with a loud bang.

"What's his problem?" Tom asked and I shrugged.

"I better go convince this kid to come." I walked up the stairs to Dougie's closed door. Blink was loudly playing on the stereo. He hadn't done that in years. Slightly surprised, I knocked loudly on the door.

"Dougie, open up!" I shouted over the music. No answer. I opened the door. Dougie was sitting on his bed, hugging his knees, staring sadly at the floor.

"Oi mate, what's wrong?" I asked, shutting the door behind me and turning the stereo down.

"I don't want to go," he replied quietly.

"It'll be good for you! Just us four. We haven't had a night out in ages."

"I don't want to go," he repeated.

"Dougie…" I sighed, putting my head in my hands.

"Please? For me?" I asked, lifting my head.

"Harry I don't want to! What part of that don't you understand?" Dougie exclaimed, slamming his hand onto his bedside table.

"Well that's too bad, because you're coming. We're going out for dinner beforehand and then out. I want you down in the lounge, dressed and ready in half an hour," I said, leaving the room and a stunned looking Dougie behind.

Dougie's POV

I grumpily dressed in a button-down shirt and jeans, and ruffled my hand through my hair. Stalking down the stairs five minutes late, I was met with the other three.

"Ready to go?" Harry asked with a big grin. I shrugged.

We had dinner at an Italian place in the city, where Tom and Danny drank way too much wine, and were extremely tipsy by the time we made it to the club. I still wasn't talking to Danny. I couldn't even look at him without wanting to shove his hand in a blender. While the rest of them danced and mucked around under the flashing lights and loud music, a swayed a bit, pretending to be into it.

"Harry, I'm going to go home," I shouted over the music, grabbing his arm.

"Just wait a bit longer!" he shouted back, pulling me over to dance with him.

"Harry, I really want to go!" I shouted, pulling away from his grasp. He let me go and I overbalanced, falling onto the person beside me.

"Sorry-," I said, before realizing who it was.

"Jessie?" I asked, surprised.

"Hi Dougie," she smiled.