This is for LeilaTheGalaxyDefender... one of my favourite reviewers and so I asked her for ideas for stories and this happened! Thank you for everybody's reviews on everything... It's appreciated! Hope you like this :)

Harry's (diary) POV:

Me and Dougie have been going out for just over 8 months now and I couldn't be happier. I love him so much! We've known each other for 3 years and I have loved Dougie ever since I first set eyes on him. I only built up the courage to tell him how I felt 8 months ago and I was shocked (as well as relieved) to find out that he felt the same. We kept our relationship a secret from Tom and Danny for a couple of months before telling them because they didn't know that Dougie was gay and so he was scared to admit it to them. The night that we told them was the night that we finally had the nerve to sleep together for the first time. Dougie was still a virgin and I had never slept with a man before- so it was new for both of us. Dougie, despite his first-time nerves, ended up loving it and it was that moment that showed me that he truly did love me. On valentines day, five weeks ago, we went out for a huge romantic meal on the beach and the only light surrounding us was given by candles. It was truly the best night of my life. Anyway, enough of our life story, Dougie's coming.

Dougie's POV:

I walked into the kitchen to find Harry writing in his diary again. He was always doing it. I don't know why, but somehow, it made him even more loveable. We'd been going out for 8 months, 1 week and 4 days... I'm good with dates, what can I say? I loved Harry more than anybody else in the whole world. I was about to walk over and hug him when I heard a knock on the door. I told Harry that I'd get it before walking through the hall to see who it was. The second that I opened the door, I wished that I hadn't. Standing there in front of me was my dad. He had left just before I got into the band after years of abusing me. I still had nightmares about him a lot and sometimes they were so bad that not even Harry could calm me down. I wanted to slam the door in his face but he'd seen me now. He knew where I was which meant he could get me and beat me up again.

'What do you want?' I asked, hoping not to show the fear in my voice.

'I just thought I'd pay you a little visit. I've been missing the look in your eyes when I beat you up. That sound you make when you cry like the pathetic son you are.' he hissed.

'WHO IS IT DOUGIE?' Harry shouted from the kitchen.

'Who is that?' my dad asked.

'My b-boyfriend, Harry.'

'I'm sorry. Did you just say boyfriend?' I nodded in reply. He dragged me out of the house by my collar and slammed the door behind him. He pushed me out into the street before throwing me on the floor and kicking me in the stomach. He continued to kick me repeatedly for several minutes. He hit me in the face over and over again and smashed my head against the floor as well before pulling me up, 'This is for being a piece of gay scum!' he shouted as he wrapped his huge fist around my hand. He slowly began to crush it until blood was running down my arm. After that, he just left. He didn't say another word, he just walked off. I lay on the pavement crying and trying to figure out why he Harry hadn't come out after me. I had just walked out of our house without saying a word to him all morning and he didn't find that even a tiny bit suspicious. The uncaring bastard! I stood up and walked slowly back towards our house. When I got inside, I walked upstairs and locked my bedroom door before barricading it with my drawers, my wardrobe and my bed. Harry was banging on it, begging for me to let him in, 'Please Dougs! Who was there? Why did you just leave? Why have you locked yourself in there and why are you crying? Let me in Dougs please!'

'N-NO! Y-YOU DON'T R-REALLY C-CARE AT ALL! Y-YOU D-DIDN'T EVEN C-COME OUT A-AFTER ME Y-YOU U-UNCAR-RING T-TWAT! J-JUST F-FUCK OFF AND D-DIE ALR-READY!' I shouted back angrily, still with tears streaming down my face. I heard the sound of Harry walking down the stairs and I the began to let out huge sobs, not caring if he could hear them downstairs or not. He didn't care anyway.

Harry's POV:

I heard Dougie leave and couldn't figure out what was going on. I figured that he just went out for a smoke or a chat or something and so I just stayed in the kitchen and made him some toast for when he came back. Around 15 minutes later, he came back in. He didn't say a word to me, instead he just walked up to his room. I could hear him crying as he went up the stairs and so I went to go and see what was wrong. By the time I got to his bedroom, he had locked himself in and I could hear him putting furniture against the door to stop me getting in. 'Please Dougs! Who was there? Why did you just leave? Why have you locked yourself in there and why are you crying? Let me in Dougs please!' I shouted, desperate to know why he wouldn't tell me what was wrong. Was it something that I had done? Had I upset him in some way?

'N-NO! Y-YOU DON'T R-REALLY C-CARE AT ALL! Y-YOU D-DIDN'T EVEN C-COME OUT A-AFTER ME Y-YOU U-UNCAR-RING T-TWAT! J-JUST F-FUCK OFF AND D-DIE ALR-READY!' he screamed back at me. I felt his words slice straight through my heart. I had never felt a worse feeling than that. I turned and began to walk down the stairs. As I got into the lounge, I let my tears fall freely down my face. I could hear Dougie crying out in hurt, anger, pain and confusion from his bedroom and I couldn't help but feel that it was all my fault. Why hadn't I cared more about him when he'd mysteriously disappeared? He'd just told me to die and for some reason, I knew why he wanted me to. I had betrayed him. I knew what he'd been through in his life and yet I'd betrayed him. He'd never forgive me. Why did I let everything get so messed up?

Yeah so.. I hope you liked it. Chapter 2 should be up some time this week (even though I haven't actually written it yet) and.. erm.. yeah.. please review? Thanks 3