"What?!" I cried.
Harry tugged on my shoulder. "Doug, what is it?!"
"They found...they think they found...Tom's body." I whispered.
"Oh my god" He gasped. "We're going to have to find Danny!"
I nodded. "Oh god, do you think it's really him?!"
"I hope not!"
We pushed ourselves out of the crowd, as everyone watched the ambulances drive off with the body.
"He's not answering his phone!" Harry cried, furiously hitting buttons on his mobile.
"You don't think he's, you know...with him?" I whispered.
"I don't know."
"We'll have to go to the hospital!" I yelled, pulling on his arm to run towards a taxi.
We quickly arrived at the hospital 15 minutes later, and bolted towards the reception.
The lady raised her eyebrows at us. "Are you here for the boy who recently arrived?"
I hastily nodded. "What's his name?"
"They're not sure yet, they're just identifying the body now. Would you like to wait upstairs?"
I nodded again. "Yes please."
She nodded. "Ground floor, ward A20."
We rushed down the corridor and quickly came to our designated ward. There were already quite a few people scattered around, looking frightened. I didn't see anyone I knew, just a lot of people from school, so I prayed that it wasn't Tom, and that they were mistaken.
A nurse stood outside, comforting worried parents, wondering if the body was their missing son. "I'm afraid we cannot say anything about the identity of the boy at the moment, we are trying as best as we can before we can say who he is." I overheard her saying to them.
"Should we go and look for Dan?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure, I mean, he might not even know."
I shook my head. "No, it's impossible not to know."
Harry shrugged, holding his phone to his ear after he heard it ringing.
"Yeah...at the hospital." He muttered. "I don't know...yeah...yeah, I know...okay, see you soon." He said, switching off.
I frowned. "Who was that?"
"My mother." He whispered. "She's heard about what happened."
I nodded. "This is so awful." I whispered, letting a tear drop from my eye.
"Hey, it's alright, everything will be okay. I promise." He said, protectively putting an arm around me and softly kissing my tear away.
"I just hope you're right, Harry." I sighed.
He pulled me over round the corner and sat us down on two red chairs. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
"If things don't go well, we'll still have each other, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah...I guess. You never actually told me, but how exactly did James end up with your diary?" I asked, sitting up before raising an eyebrow at him.
He shrugged. "I think it was Izzy. She still has a key to my house, doesn't she? She never gave it back; I'm guessing she must have come in and took it sometime when we were out. She was the only person who knew where I hid it, I told her because I never used to write private stuff in there, it was always just about her. Then, of course, I changed it and wrote about you." He chuckled.
I smiled at him for a second before peering past him, frowning. "Speak of the devil..."
Walking down the corridor, arm in arm, was none other than the evil cousins, pulling suitcases along behind them. They walked right over to where we sat and stood still.
Harry stood up; I followed suit. "Bourne." He muttered, staring James in the eye, ignoring Izzy.
"Don't you two make a perfect couple, I don't see why you hate me so much, I did it to help you, I brought two lovers closer together." He sighed. "It's such a pity you don't appreciate it."
I rolled my eyes. "What do you really want then, James?"
He ignored me, turning back to Harry. "I believe I have something of yours." He said, pulling out the thin black book from his inside jacket pocket. He handed it to him. "Here you go, I'm not sure what you'll like to do with it." He winked.
Harry snatched it from him and quickly put it in his pocket.
"How's Fletcher?" Izzy smirked at me.
I had such an urge to punch her this very minute. "There's no proof it's him." I said through gritted teeth.
She rolled her eyes. "Send him our love." She smiled.
"Going somewhere?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows at their packed suitcases.
"Mother and father are letting us have their place in Australia, it'll be a nice holiday."
I shook my head. "Someone has probably just been killed, which could possibly be my best friend, and you're going on a fucking vacation?!" I shouted, losing my temper.
James rested a hand on my shoulder. "I understand what it's like for you, Dougie. I want you to know that I'm not the bad person here, I'm just trying to help. Right now, I believe that all of us need a bit of a break."
I lunged forward as my fist collided with his face, making him jump backwards in pain, clutching his nose.
"Oh my god, James?!" Izzy said.
"I'm fine, don't worry darling." He said, quickly running off down the corridor.
Izzy turned back to me, a sick look on her face as she lifted her fist in the air. "You b-"
"Bitch." Harry shouted, grabbing hold of the fist that was so close to my cheek. "You bitch." He spat at her. "Don't you dare, ever lay a hand on my boyfriend again!"
She looked up at him before pulling her hand out of his grasp and quickly running off; pulling both hers, and James' suitcases along behind her.
"Thanks." I smiled to Harry. "I can't remember you asking me to be your boyfriend though..." I winked, raising my eyebrows at him.
Harry smiled, taking my hands in his own. "Dougie, would you please not only be my best friend and lover, but would you also be my boyfriend until the day I die?"
I grinned again. "Of course I will, I love you." I whispered, kissing him softly.
He pulled away after a few seconds. "I love you too."
I pulled out of the embrace, suddenly feeling rather guilty about being so happy when we're in a hospital.
Harry looked at me and automatically read my thoughts. "Give me a minute." He muttered, letting go to walk over to the nurse.
"Excuse me." I heard him say to her. "Could you possibly tell me if a certain person has been here?" He asked, pulling out his wallet from his pocket, which held a photo of him and Danny. I could hear him describing to her what he would have been wearing before hearing the nurse reply to him.
I stood up and walked over to them.
"Doug, Danny's here."
My mouth parted open. "Oh god." I turned to the nurse. "Excuse me, could we possibly have some brief description about what the boy who got attacked looked like?"
She nodded. "Blonde hair, blue eyes. I believe he was in a suit."
"Thank you." I whispered, turning back to Harry and shuddering. "It's got to be him."
"We need to find Danny."
I leaned over the railing on the roof of the hospital. "It can't be him. It can't be him. It can't be him. It can't be him." I muttered to myself, tears flooding from my eyes. I sniffed, wiping my eyes on my sleeve as I quickly checked my phone again.
'No new messages.' It read.
"Danny!" I shouted, running onto the roof.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Harry yelled, sprinting over to him.
"Go away!" He shouted, tears spilling from his eyes.
"Dan please...don't." Harry cried, placing his arms around the boy's waist; who had climbed over the railing, leaning forward.
"Get off me!" He shouted.
"Dan please!" Harry sobbed, holding on to him.
"HE'S DEAD!" He yelled.
"Dan, you don't know that! Please!" I ran over.
"He's not dead, Dan. Really, he's not. He won't want you doing this." Harry whispered.
Danny stopped suddenly, a tear falling from his eye, as we helped him climb back over.
"Please, never do something like that again." Harry whispered, pulling his best friend into a tight hug.
"Come on Dan, we'll go and see what's happened." I muttered to him.
Danny nodded, his body shaking.
We walked back over, both of us holding a hand of Danny's. We reached the ward he was in and noticed that everyone who was gathered around had disappeared.
The nurse saw us coming and let us into the ward. "We're still waiting for family members to identify the body, but we're afraid he's sadly deceased." She whispered, lifting up the soft blanket.
We peered over, holding each other's hands, tight. Under the white blanket, was a blonde figure wearing a ripped, red suit...