Okay so I'm so so sorry! I've not updated on any of my stories in LIKD a million years! I've just got quite a lot of family and a school issues going on and stress is getting to me a bit which is bringing up other issues. So it's getting hard to update x I assure you that I do have a lot of new stories and chapters of old stories to put up but I don't want to start any new stories until I've finished all of my current ones x Thank you so much for all of your support throughout my writing and I hope you understand why I've been a bit rubbish lately x I love you all and I hope you enjoy this x
Dougie's POV:
It had been two weeks since my panic attack and, although it'd been hard, I'd managed not to relapse again. Harry, Danny and Tom had all been really helpful and they'd let me eat slightly smaller portions that normal. I was back on full sized meals now and all of the things that had happened were in the past. I woke up in Harry's strong arms, after having had a nightmare the previous night and going to sleep in his room.
'Hey baby. You feeling better now?' He asked, noticing that I was awake.
'Yeah.. It was just a nightmare.. It happens and it's nothing to worry about.' I told him sincerely, to which he smiled and gave me a gentle kiss.
'Wanna get breakfast?' He asked me once we'd broken apart.
'Yeah. Come on bird boy!' I said to him, grabbing his hand.
'Bird boy?! Where did that come from?!' He asked me with a laugh, standing up from the bed.
'I dunno... Maybe you should ask your giant beak!' I giggled, flicking his nose when I said 'beak'. He did a jokey shocked face before starting to tickle me. I broke down in laughter before I ran off and he started chasing me around the house. It was so fun, before suddenly, I slipped and whacked my head full force on the corner of the kitchen table before falling flat on my back.
'Dougie? Dougie baby are you alright?' Harry asked worriedly, running over to me and gently stroking my hair out of my face. I shook my head weakly in reply, letting my tears run freely down my face. Harry carefully lifted me up in his arms and carried me through to the lounge, laying me on the sofa.
'Where does your head hurt love?' He asked me quietly. I pointed to where I'd hit it and he inspected it before looking back straight into my watery eyes.
'Theres just a bit of a bump there, it'll get better soon I promise.' He assured me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
'Would you like to watch something?' He asked, sitting down with me on the sofa and putting my head in his lap. I nodded and so he picked up the remote before flicking through the channels, seeing one about us and putting it on. I got tired after just 5 minutes and so I closed my eyes and wriggled further into Harry's lap before allowing myself to fall asleep. I woke up only about half an hour later but kept my eyes firmly shut.
'Having always been the youngest and weakest member of the band, it was hard for little Dougie to deal with the loss of his father after a mere 8 days in the band. We've been told by an anonymous source that Dougie suffered greatly from his fathers absence and that he turned to binge eating and drinking, resulting in him putting on weight, which is still noticeable to this day.' I heard the woman on the TV say. I wanted to cry, but Harry didn't know I was awake yet and I didn't want him knowing that I'd heard that being said about me.
'Stupid fucking people! They don't know the half of what Dougs has been through! I'm getting Fletch to tell them to send out an apology, because that is fucking out of order! Spitting lies out like that about our Dougs! Fucking disgraceful!' I heard Tom say angrily before storming out of the room.
'Don't worry Dougie, you're beautiful. You always have been and you always will be, forever. I know you can't hear me, but I just like to make sure you feel good, because I can't have my baby feeling bad about his gorgeous self.' Harry whispered to me before pulling me further onto his knee. I chose that moment to slowly flicker my eyes open.
'Hey baby.. Sorry, did I wake you?' Harry asked softly.
'No.. It's fine.. I think I'm going to go to bed now..'I replied to him before kissing him on the lips and walking upstairs. When I got into my bedroom, I picked up the bin from under my desk and rammed my fingers deep into my throat. I was sick a fair few times before I hid the bin under my bed and covered it with a cardboard box, not wanting any of the guys to find out about my disgusting little secret. After around half an hour, I couldn't take the guilt of it anymore, I knew that Harry would find out about it eventually and so I came up with a plan. I picked up the bin and emptied the contents out onto the floor in the hall before hiding the container back in my room. I then forced myself to cry, so hysterical tears were rolling down my face within minutes. After that I stumbled down the stairs and into the lounge.
'H-Harry...' I sobbed once I got in the view of the others.
'Dougie baby, what's the matter?' He asked quickly, standing up and taking me in his arms in a warm hug.
'I-I'm so sorry..' I stuttered in reply.
'What for baby?'
'I-I felt sick so I tried to run to the bathroom but I didn't make it and I've been sick on the carpet..' I cried into his chest, only causing him to hug me tighter.
'Oh that's okay baby, it was an accident it's alright, there's no need to cry. Come on, should we get your teeth brushed and you can have another little sleep before Fletch comes round this afternoon?' He asked softly and so I nodded against his chest and he picked me up and carried me upstairs. He ignored the pool of vomit in the corridor and continued on to the bathroom, sitting me on the toilet lid once we got there. He then took my toothbrush and put some of my favourite toothpaste on it before coming over to me.
'Come on, lets see those beautiful teeth!' He grinned at me, and so I put on a huge, false smile, revealing all of my teeth to him. He cleaned them gently and when he'd finished, he carried me into my bedroom and laid me in my bed.
'Are you feeling better now Dougs?' He asked me, concern lacing his voice.
'Yeah... But why was I sick?' I asked innocently, making myself teary-eyed again.
'Please don't cry baby, it's probably just very mild concussion because you hit your head. You'll get better now it's out, just have a little sleep and you'll be completely fine by the time you wake up. Oh and when you wake up, Fletch will probably already be here. Have a nice sleep beautiful.' He said kindly to me before giving me a soft, gentle kiss and leaving the room. I sunk down into my pillows and allowed myself to go to sleep, happy with the fact that there'd be no more secrets, and that I could slowly start to get better again.