A/N: This fandom is dying. And it's partly my fault for not updating in ages. You know the deal though. School and stuff. I'll try and make more time. Thank you so much for the reviews, those truly make my day.

Harry, 29th April, 2005

I step into the house as carefully as I can. I have no idea of the time, but there's no sun outside and everything is quiet. The living room has no signs of life. But suddenly there's a light near the stairs and a shadow.

'Where have you been?' Dougie's voice asks, and I look up to see him in just his boxers and an old t-shirt, with a blanket draped around his shoulders to keep himself warm. He walks down to where I am and sits on the couch near the TV. I sit too, trying to read Doug's body language.

'Out.' I reply, wondering how else I could answer him. He snorts humorlessly and kicks the air relentlessly.

'No shit.' His tone gets somewhat aggressive, and if he wasn't Dougie I would say he's ready to start yelling at me.

'With some friends.' I add. 'We went to the cinema, and then we stopped in a bar-...you… Did anything happen?' Dougie wouldn't be just mad at me like this. What if he had needed me?

He looks down. 'No.' His voice seems calmer now. 'I just… you didn't say anything about where you were…' Dougie runs a hand through his hair. 'My dad used to do that a lot…'

I nod, understanding. 'Dude. We should be in bed. Come on.' I get up and squeeze his shoulder, walking behind him upstairs.

'Good night Harry. Love you.'

'Love you too Dougs.'

Tom, 30th April, 2005

It's pouring rain outside, but the light wakes me up anyway. The digital clock on my bedside table reads eleven thirty. Definitely time to get up.

The bathroom lights hurt my head as I get in. I face the mirror and wash my face slowly as I step to my bathroom scale. I count four seconds before the numbers on he screen are steady. And...

It isn't possible.

I gained two pounds.

It doesn't make sense. I mean, yesterday I at a blueberry muffin and a coffee. I spent the rest of the day sleeping.

And it's not fair. Harry, Danny and Dougie eat a lot more than I do, and don't get fat. The worst is, this shouldn't even bother me that much. But everytime I try to ignore my body image, the world rubs it to my face. Every photoshoot, every video shoot, every magazine, interview, make me fell more and more self conscious about the way I look.

I'm dressed for the day and about to go out, but as I am opening the front door to leave, Danny stops me.

'I thought you were still in bed.' His hand is holding the door handle and he looks like he is trying to block the door.

'Well, not anymore, as you can see.' I reply, reaching for the door, but he prevents me again.

'You fainted yesterday, and you don't look too well right now.' Danny is worried, but he is right: I feel like shit.

But as much as I want to stay home and eat pancakes for breakfast with my friends, as much as I want to tell Danny how awful I really feel, something stops me. It's stronger than me, but it makes me feel guilty anyway.

'Tom? You really should stay home.' He says. 'I'll make you breakfast.' He offers with a smile.

'I'm fine. I'll just walk to Starbucks.' With a quick movement, I push him lightly and opens the door, getting out.

Danny, 30th April, 2005

'Dad is coming back.'

'What do you mean?'

'He's going back. To our house.'

This is how my morning started.

My Mum was now living at my grandmothers'. I only knew this morning, and I am planning to visit her as soon as I can. My Dad was actually having an affair, and Vicky told me he came back to our house. Wow. I mean, who does he think he is? How does he dare? I feel like he's not even my Dad anymore. Like I lost him.

I haven't felt this horrible since last year. Lilith made our lives a living hell and we got through it, but it's all coming back now.

I hardly recognize Tom anymore. He has been so weird lately. He went out a while ago to have breakfast in Starbucks. And I still have to figure out what the hell happened yesterday. Dougie said he was probably just not feeling very well, but I'm not stupid. I can see he isn't eating as much as he should. And I don't know what to do.

Dougie, 30th April, 2005

'Well, look who's here.' Danny's tone is bitter, and he raises one eyebrow as he faces Harry, who is in the doorway.

Oh crap. I sigh and put the remote in the coffee table.

If there is any God out there, please don't let these two fight.

'Where have you been?' Danny asks. Harry rolls his eyes.

'You are sounding like my Mum right now.' Harry sits on the couch in front of Danny.

'Well, we could have used your help yesterday.' Harry looks clueless.

'What do you mean?'

'I mean when Doug and I found Tom fainted in the bathroom and we had to handle it on our own.'

'Is he alright?' Harry looked concerned now. Maybe there isn't any fight at all. Who am I trying to trick? Of coure there'll be a fight.

'Not thanks to you.'

Harry sighs heavily and he's starting to look angry.

'Why is this all my fault? And how exactly was I supposed to help?'

Danny gets up. 'I don't know? I mean, you rich kids don't ususally learn first aid at school or something?' That was a low one Danny.

'I'm sorry, where are we going with this conversation?' This is getting scary. Danny and Harry are both standing now, and I don't know about Danny, but Harry's eyes are black, and he's obviously mad.

'The thing is you hardly live here anymore! It's all about your friends and your girlfriends, and you just don't care! We needed you and you weren't here!' Danny yells. His fingers are shaking.

'No it's not Danny! Yes, I have my friends out there, but if you needed me so much, you could have called!'

'For what?! You didn't pick up when I called!'

I get up and leave. My bedroom is right above the living room so I can hear them yelling, even though I can't quite make out what they are saying.

I don't even care anymore. I just wanted us to be like we were.

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