"Harry" I repeated after him. "Oh yeah, what did you tell Harry?"
"I told him what happened in my dream and how I'm scared you don't feel the same way...and..." he burst into tears again, as I pulled him into a hug. His head fitted smoothly on my shoulder. "Dan, what happened?"
"He said such awful things to me, Tom!"
"What? Like what?" I was horrified.
"He called me a gay fag..."
"WHAT?" I screamed, unable to think that Harry, one of my best friends could say something like that.
"He's really homophobic! He said I shouldn't even be allowed in the band anymore, and he's gonna talk to you guys about kicking me out..."
"No! You're joking! Harry would never say that! What else did he say?"
"He said you'd never feel the same way, and I should never tell you how I feel 'cos it would just f*ck the band up even more." He sobbed into my chest.
I got up and stormed into the other room, but Harry wasn't there. Danny quickly followed me, calling my name. "Harry?" I called.
No answer
"Harry?"
No answer
"Dougie?" Danny called.
Dougie suddenly ran into the room, panting. "Tom... Dan!" he breathed out of breath.
"Where's Harry?" I demanded looking at the young boy.
"He's gone."
I looked out of the window and saw that we had arrived at the venue already. "What has he got off? Gone into the venue already?" I asked
"I don't know... he left a note, it just says to Tom and Danny on it. He said to give it to you two, and he might see me soon. I don't know what he's on about or where he's gone, I tried to ask him, but he quickly got off the tour bus when we arrived here and started walking away from the venue."
"What..." What's Harry up to?
"Where's this letter then?" Danny asked.
Dougie got out a creased up envelope from his back pocket, " I haven't read it or anything, he told me not to, just to give it to you too.
Danny took it from his and opened it up, hands shaking. I stood behind him and read it over his shoulder.
Dear Tom and Danny,
I have decided that I should leave you two as happy as you can be.
So I've decided to quit the band, I don't care what any of you think, I just can't stand you two making this band look like a f*cking gay squad.
I've told Fletch already, and of course he's going mental, but I don't ever want to see you two again.
You can tell Doug however you want, because it's not my choice, it's yours.
I wouldn't be able to stand being around you, I strongly disagree with this relationship, it's sick and just plain messed up.
Farewell Gay Fags! – Harry
I clenched my teeth, reading the last part.
"So what did he say?" Dougie asked brightly.
"I... I... Dougie, I ccann't tell you right now, you'll have to ask Fletch." I stammered.
Dougie looked really confused but skipped out of the room, humming the theme tune to 'My Little Pony.'
I looked over at Danny, and he looked a complete mess. I took his hand in mine and looked into those blue eyes. "Dan, it's okay, we can get through this."
Danny quickly left the room and came back several minutes later. "I've just called to say that the tour's being cancelled, and to get it out to everyone."
"Danny! That was unnecessary! We can find another drummer!"
"What? Are you mental? We can't just get another drummer? This isn't like in Nowhere Left To Run mate! Don't you get it? McFly's over!"