Teach me how to dougie

Confrontation

They marched through the door staring down at me with worried eyes. I sat there on the floor beneath them I looked fragile and weak and I knew it.

"Doug? You okay mate?"

I slowly nodded trying not to make my hangover any worse.

"Where the hell have you fucking been, we've been worried sick!" Harry raised his voice, I winced sinking slightly as I cowarded myself away from the noise.

My head throbbed more as they got closer and the noise louder.

"Well?" I looked up slowly to see harry glaring down waiting for an answer.

"I've been out." I knew that's not the answer they wanted but its the answer they expected.

"Out! Out where dougie! Where the fuck have you been out? Because we have been sat in the house with the mother of your child holding her hair back while she's being sick, hugging while she cries, knowing that her baby will not have a dad? But dougie poynter doesn't care, dougie poynter doesn't care that the only girl for him is madly in love with him, and scared as hell of losing him because he has been out!"

Shit they were really mad now. But so was I.

"Who the hell do you think you all are. Coming into my house without even considering that maybe I am tired and sick of people shouting at me. But you and fucking three of you come into MY house. Lecture me about how heart broken she is how upset she is about the whole situation not even considering how I feel. I have tried. I have begged her, going round to see her calling her texting her trying and trying to show her how sorry I am but she won't listen she won't even speak to me she hates me. No matter what I do she is on my mind. None of you have even bothered to ask me why I reacted that way, why I left her without a word. None of you. So don't you dare tell me I am a bad person and do t you dare tell me your worried because your my friends because your not. You don't even fucking no me. Get out of my house and stay away from me."

I wiped away the tears of anger the spilled slightly over the my eyes. Releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Doug, I'm sorry, I didn't realise."

"No, harry. You didn't care."

The house fell silent as they stood there awkwardly unknowingly of what to do.

"Get out." My voice was now soft and quiet once again. I was weak and tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of being alone.

"Please doug?"

Harry's voice sounded desperate, full of regret. I wanted to just hug him and tell him how much he ment to me but now wasn't the time.

Harry's pov

I stood there helplessly, watching, hoping he would turn around and let me comfort him. I hadn't realised how much he was hurting. How much he cared about darcy.

His whole body was tense but still so alone and weak.

My stare was broken by a ringtone. Dougie's jaw clenched as Tom answered it.

"Hello?"

"Gi, now really isn't the time, I'll talk to you later."

"Wait what do you mean, I'm in the middle of something, I can't just drop everything."

"Gi, will you calm Dow. I'll be right there"

Tom had realised we were all listening to his conversation and looked very suspicious.

"Tom, is gi okay?"

"Well urm, gi is fine but its urm well..."

Dougie's expression flashed was fear.

"It's darcy isn't it? What the hell is wrong with her?"

"Well gi has called the ambulance we will me them at the hospital."

Oh no..