Now she's gone...

Chapter 14

Dougie's POV:
I knew I was totally messed up. My brain was telling me to do the bad, but my heart wasn't strong enough to fight the bad decisions off. "I really need a cigarette" I told myself. I walked over to my drawers to find a pack. Only to find that I had finished the pack already. "Um...how about something to drink" I said to myself nervously. I started to feel my heart beating faster. I looked under my bed just to find empty beer cans and vodka bottles. "What the hell?" I shouted. I rummaged my hands through my hair trying to make the anger and stress go away. I ran over to the door and tried to open it, but it had seemed to be locked. "Hello...let me out! Help me!" I pleaded. I was constantly punching the door, trying to signal anyone for my help. "I need to call Harry!" I said running to my phone.

H: Doug, you ok?
D: Harry! Oh my gosh Harry!
H: Mate what's up?
D: My cigarettes! My booze, it's all gone!
H: ...Dougie-
D: Harry you don't understand!
H: Calm Down!
D: Mate, you need to come home, like right now.
H: I can't, I'm with Freya's family, I can't just walk out it would just be rude.
D: Harry...I...can't breathe
H: Dougie? Doug, wait are you ok?!
D: ...quick...
(Call Ended)

Back to my POV (again):
I need to go and help Dougie.
"Freya, can I talk to you a second?" I asked her. She came over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Babe, something's wrong with Dougie" I explained. Her smile disappeared and faded away. "What's up with him?" She asked. "I was haut on the phone to him, suddenly the phone cut off! I'm worried, he home alone and after the stuff he's been through, he's not safe!" I said trying to hold back my tears. "Ok, I'll tell mum and dad". As she went into the kitchen, I ran outside and tried to signal a taxi. Luckily, I caught one during rush hour. Freya ran out of the house with her keys and her bag and we both jumped into the taxi. "Parker Street, and fast!" I explained. The whole journey, my legs wouldn't stop shaking. Freya's hand was on my knee trying to calm things down, but to be honest it didn't make me feel any better. We arrived at the house, I tipped the driver and we stormed into the house. "DOUGIE!" I screamed. We both ran upstairs and tried to open his door, obviously it was locked. "Stand back Freya!" I said pushing out of the way. I kicked and kicked the door until it fell down and entered the room. I saw Dougie on the floor with a bottle in his hand, with cigarette ashes around him. "This really needs to stop!" Freya stated. "We got to get him to the doctors!" I said whilst crying. "Wait, bring him downstairs and I'll just ring the doctor and tell him to come here" Freya suggested. I signalled her to go and do her job whilst I tried to pick up Dougie. I walked down the stairs carefully trying not to cause anymore pain to him. "Ok thank you...he'll be here soon" Freya explained. I placed Dougie on the sofa and Freya put a cold flannel across his forehead.

Freya's POV:
Dougie was seriously ill. I couldn't help but cry as I leaned over him placing my hand on his cheek. "You'll be ok Dougie, just stay strong" I whispered I his ears. "Hun, doctors here!" Harry said. I walked over to him and immediately the doctor walked straight in with his first aid kit and his medical bag. I wrapped my arms around Harry's waist and watched the doctor do his thing. I didn't know what was going to happen next. Harry kissed my head trying to comfort me, and I appreciated that lots. I thought it was adorable how much he cares for Dougie. Then, we heard a loud cough and sigh come from Dougie's mouth........was he going to be ok?