It was coming up to 7PM and all boys were still in the garden enjoy the summer weather. 12 burgers, 10 sausages, and plenty of beer later, everyone was actually having a good time. The night was still young. It was drinking games, and Harry was up on his deck chair signing ABBA.

"Why have we never thought of putting you on vocals, Har?" Dougie laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I'm just too fabulous!" He yelled in a camp voice, throwing his hands in the air and jumping off his chair, and sitting back down.

"We should have hit up a club tonight.." Danny mused. "Whisky mist always used to be banging on a Saturday!"

"Remember the nights we used to have there? Literally crawling home at 5am. Dougie throwing up everywhere.." Harry laughed, pointing at the young blonde. He shook his head with a laugh.

"That wasn't me. That was Tom!"

"It was both of you! Me and Harry used to be going for hours and then we'd have to practically carry you both home!" Danny pointed out, motioning his hand to tom sat opposite him. Tom laughed to himself.

"Remember when Dougie got so drunk, Danny had to piggyback him home and he threw up on his back!" Tom gasped through hysteric giggles.

"Urgh!" Danny groaned, throwing his hand over his mouth. "Don't man! That still makes me gag even now.."

Dougie giggled. "I still don't remember that.." He said his eyes meeting Danny's for the first time all night. Danny smiled shyly.

"It was rank, mate."

"It was even worse cleaning it up I'm telling you!" Tom snorted. "You had all the way home to throw up, but no you do it when you get inside the door."

Dougie laughed harder. "I wish I could remember that. It seems like a good night.."

"It was." Danny commented, staring at his beer bottle.

Tom looked to Harry and then back at the two boys, sitting in the same postion fiddling with their beer bottles. Progress?

"I'm almost sure I have a bottle of Jägermeister here somewhere, anyone up for shots?" Tom beamed. Harry immediately sat up in his lounger.

"Oh hell yes! I love shots.." He nodded, pursing his lips.

The younger blonde dropped his head into his chest and let out a whine.

"I can't do shots!" He complained. "I choke!"

"Danny? You up for shots?" Tom asked, making his way towards the house slowly, craning his neck to look at him.

"Yeah man!" He yelled.

"There's your answer, Doug. You have to do them. You're outnumbered." Tom commented, satisfied with himself before disappearing around the corner of his home.

"Great.." Dougie frowned, shooting a deadly look at the Northerner next to him.

"Don't be such a pansy." Danny said finally. Dougie shook his head, his eyes dark.

"You're really going to do this?" He turned to face him.

Danny mocked shock, his mouth hanging open in a smile, hands on his chest.

"Me? What have I done!" He protested, putting his beer bottle on the flagstone beneath his feet. Dougie curled his lip and narrowed his eyes.

"You know what.." He hissed. Danny let out a sarcastic laugh.

"It's only shots, for God's sake."

"Fuck you!" Dougie yelped, standing up from his seat and storming towards the house, his shoulders hunched.

He reached the back door and threw it open, making Tom jump out of his skin.

"What's up with-"

"Just leave me alone." He snapped in his direction, marching through the kitchen and into the living room. He threw himself down onto the sofa and pulled a pillow over his face.

Not one for being screamed at, Danny wasn't fair behind him, his face in an angry sneer, his hands at his sides.

"What the fuck was that all about?" He said calmly, standing at the doorway. Dougie didn't move. Not even his breathing changed. "Oi! I'm talking to you!" Danny's voice grew louder. Dougie still didn't move.

He stared at him for a few seconds before taking a large step into the room.

"Go. Away." Dougie responded, a few seconds later.

"No." He said firmly, taking another step into the room. Dougie's hands were pushing the pillow over his face harder. He let out a cry of annoyance.

"Please just fucking leave me alone!" He yelled again, throwing the pillow off of his face and onto the floor, he replaced it with his arm.

Danny edged himself closer and closer to the foot of the sofa, until he was almost towering over the younger man. The blonde removed his arm from his face and stared up at him.

"Are you stupid? Deaf? Or both? I asked you to leave me alone." He snarled, his lip curled and his teeth gritted.

"No." Danny replied.

In a flash, Dougie was off his seat and attempting to move past the taller man towards the stair way. Danny's large hand reached out and grabbed his forearm.

"What the hell-" Dougie winced, the grip on his arm causing pain. "Get off me!" He cried. Danny's grip remained tight. He looked down at the younger man. His eyes full of worry. He searched his face for a few seconds, and then he released him.

Dougie rubbed the spot on his arm where Danny's hand had been.

"You're not worth it.." Danny mumbled, looking down at his feet, taking slow steps towards the sofa, leaving Dougie standing in the doorway.

The blonde eyed him sadly.

"I never was.." He said simply, before dashing up the stairs and slamming the bedroom door.