I ran outside and saw him leaving Dougie's front drive in his car.

"Dan, wait!" I yelled, running to get to him before he went off.

He saw me and stopped the car suddenly.

"You want a lift?" He said, rolling the window down.

I stood there puzzled. "Dan..."

"Listen Tom... if you want to put McFly together again then you can! I don't mind!" He said.

"It wouldn't be the same without you! And besides... I don't really think I'd actually want to anyway!"

"What? You said it was great!"

"I know... it sounded great but not if we both still have those memories before Harry got amnesia."

Danny sighed. "I think we need to talk...get in."

I opened the door and got in next to him as we drove back home.

"So..." I started.

We had been sitting on his sofa for about 10 minutes, neither of us saying a word.

"So..." He murmured back.

"Dan, this is stupid! There are obviously a lot of things that we need to talk about – about McFly, about Harry, about everything! Nothing seems to be working out lately!"

"Just tell me one thing... do you like Harry? Remember everything he did to us? He attacked both of us! Remember this?" He said, holding up a small crumpled up note.

I peered at it. "Where did you get that? I always have it in my pocket!"

"Well... I guess that you must have left it upstairs at some point..."

He was holding up the note that Harry had written to us a long time ago in May, it was now November.

I took the note from him. "You think that I've forgotten all of that? That's the only reason why I still have doubts about him! He may not know who we were... but he may remember himself."

"Wait... what are you saying?" Danny asked, confused.

"I'm saying that we show him this!" I said, waving the note.

"I was considering that actually..." Danny started.

"Well then, let's do it! We need him to remember this!" I said.

"What, go now?"

"Yes!" I smiled. "I don't really care what he says... I just have a feeling he might react to something that has been handwritten by himself!"

"I think you're right...Okay let's go!" Danny grinned nervously, getting up.

We arrived at Dougie's house quickly after and I explained that Danny wasn't feeling that well but we had to talk to both of them.

We went into the lounge, Dan and I sitting on a sofa and Doug and Harry sitting on the sofa opposite us.

"Now." I started. "Firstly Doug, you don't know anything about this. We never showed you or told you. Harry, you obviously know."

They both looked terribly confused and scared. Danny and I looked at each other before he took the note from me.

He cleared his throat and began to read slowly:

"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"

We all sat there silent, after he finished reading.

"I-I wrote that?" Harry stuttered, taking the note from Danny.

"Yeah. Don't you remember?" I asked him.

He brushed his hand over the note, carefully feeling where his pen had left bumps on the paper.

"I-I actually think I might remember..." He whispered.

"Wow" I whispered.

"I-I don't understand." Dougie said, quietly. "Why would he write something as mean as that?"

Danny and I looked at each other before looking at Harry.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" Danny said.

All three of us were now looking at Harry.

"I don't remember. Are you two...?" He said, looking at Danny and me.

"Yes, he's my boyfriend." I said firmly, taking his hand.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

There was silence for a few minutes before my phone started madly ringing. I quickly drew it out of my pocket.

"H-hello?"

"Tom Fletcher, this is the police station. We have your friend."

"What?" I gasped. "Yeah, I'll be there right away!" I quickly hung up and turned to Danny.

"They have Jay."

"What? Really? I'll drive you, let's go!"

"Wait guys!" Dougie suddenly said. "It's my birthday tomorrow, do you remember?"

I slapped a hand to my forehead. "Yes! Of course, Doug. I remember!"

"Then come to my birthday party!" He smiled, handing Danny, Harry and I invitations.

"Also give this to Jay. I don't know him that well but maybe he can come." Dougie said, handing me Jay's invitation too.

"Thanks Doug." Danny and I said.

"Hope your friend is okay." Harry muttered.

Danny glared at him and we ran out the door and into the car.

We quickly got to the same police station in a matter of minutes.

"I'll wait here." Danny said.

"Are you sure, it might be a while?" I said.

"Yeah, I shouldn't really come in..."

"Why?" I asked, cautiously.

"No reason." He muttered.

"Okay, I'll see you in a minute." I said, giving him a quick kiss and running inside.

I was told once again where to go and I went into the same, small room.

"Jay!" I gasped, looking at the young man sitting down. He looked happy and healthy.

"Hi, Tom" He smiled nervously.

I sat down opposite him and looked at the same policeman.

"We found Mr Carter walking around in Blackpool a few hours ago.

"Blackpool?" I said. "What were you doing in Blackpool, Jay?"

He gave me a look showing that he's not really allowed to speak.

"He insisted that after that night he was just visiting family up there. Can you confirm that he has parents that own a house in Blackpool and now have gone back to Germany?" The policeman said.

I looked at Jay, he was giving me a pleading face.

"Yes, that's true." I said confidently to the policeman. Was Jay lying? Was he really with his parents?

"Alright... we've given him a fine for the damage he did to them shops and just told him to be more careful when he's out drunk."

"Okay." I said, unsure of what else I could say.

"Could you possibly take him home?"

"Yeah, sure" I muttered.

"Thank you, Mr. Fletcher."

I smiled at him then walked out the door, Jay following me.

It was silent walking out of the police station. We walked outside and went over to where Danny was parked and got in the car.

"Hey, sorry for making you wait." I said to Danny, quickly kissing him.

"That's okay. Hi Jay" He turned around and smiled at him.

"Hi." He smiled back.

I told Danny where Jay lived and we drove in silence for the next few minutes until we got to Jay's house.

"Thanks." Jay muttered.

"Jay, can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked.

"Okay." He said, getting out of the car.

"Dan, you can go home. I just need to talk to him... it might be a while."

"I can't leave you to walk home! Especially in this weather!"

"It's fine... really. It's only a short walk to my house so it's probably just as short to yours."

"Oh...fine. See you later then babe" He smiled.

"See you." I laughed, getting out of the car.

Jay had already gone inside the building, I quickly rushed inside to get away from the heavy rain as I saw Danny slowly drive away.

I made my way up to the building, up to Jay's floor and knocked on the door.

He quickly opened it and then walked back and sat on the sofa. I walked inside, closing the door behind me and went and sat next to him.

"Jay..." I started, slowly. "Where were you really?"

He sighed but didn't say anything.

"I mean, I know you were lying and I lied to a police officer too! You can tell me, really..." I whispered.

"I can't tell you..." He finally muttered, not daring to look me in the eyes.

"Why not?" I asked.

"You'll hate me..." He whispered.

"Jay... please tell me... I'm scared." I said, quietly.

"Ask Harry." He muttered.

"Harry?"

"I can't tell you... but he can."

"But... you couldn't have been with Harry... he's been staying with Danny and me..."

"I wasn't with Harry... but he's the only person who can give you answers."

I sighed. "But I want answers from you, Jay!"

He sighed and muttered something about wanting a drink before disappearing into the kitchen.

I guess I would just have to ask Harry about whatever this was.

I walked into the kitchen; Jay was looking for a clean glass in the cupboards.

"Fine... I'll ask Harry. Here take this." I said, handing him the invitation for Dougie's party.

"What's this?" He muttered, finally looking me in the eye. I noticed his eyes were much paler and greyer than before.

"It's Dougie's birthday tomorrow and he's having a party... he wanted me to give it to you. Hopefully you can come?"

He smiled properly for the first time today. "I'm sure I could turn up."

I grinned. "Great. I should be going now... and Jay?"

"Yeah?" He said, looking up.

"I could never hate you... you're my best friend." I smiled, before departing his apartment and leaving him alone for the night.

A/N: Jay's okay! But what is it he's hiding...? I also think I'm only going to be writing 1 or 2 more chapters to this story before its finished! *le sad face*