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Title: I Won't Drink Tonight
Fandom: McFly
Character: Dougie Poynter
Prompt: 086;Circle
Word Count: 752
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Here we go, around and around again in circles...
Author's Notes: From Dougie's point of view. A death occurs, but it is by no means graphic. Alcohol abuse occurs as well, so please be warned.



Laughter. The contagious sound of people having a good time. The television wasn’t very loud, but we watched it intently. The pizza had just arrived, and we enjoyed it with a good movie. There were four of us. Harry, a very close friend of mine, along with two others I knew, but weren’t very close to. Danny and Tom were their names.

I won’t drink tonight I thought to myself. We do this every week. I need to stop drinking. There was no alcohol in the house yet, so I was relieved.

Suddenly the front door swung open and a crowd of people entered the house. There must have been about six of them. None of whom I recognized. Harry looked just as surprised as I was.

"I hope you guys don’t mind, I invited a few friends" Danny said. Three more people came in, each holding a case of beer. I recognized one of them as James, an old acquaintance of mine. By the time all of the strangers had settled, there were about seven or eight cases of beer on the floor of the living room.

Slowly the cases emptied. So much for staying sober. More and more people entered the house, each one joining us. A keg of beer arrived, and another, and then another. Four more hours passed before Harry and I decided to leave. I made my way out the door, and walked onto the sidewalk. I was surprised I could walk as well as I did.

"Heyy..." I heard a slurred voice from behind me. It was Harry in his jeep.

"Heyy maan...are, are you...surrre you’re okay to...drive man?" I asked, and began laughing at how drunk I sounded. Harry laughed too. Then he sped off down the street. He didn’t answer me.

I turned the corner and flinched from what I saw up ahead. Those lights...they’re so bright...and that ringing...it’s too loud...ow...my head hurts. I need to stop drinking. As I got closer to the lights and the ringing, I realized what was going on. They were sirens. It was an ambulance, and a few police cars. No, it couldn’t be... Then came a loud scream, which rang all too loudly in my ears. Ow! My head... I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw it clearly. Two smashed vehicles. People crying and panicking, and beds on wheels. Wait, those are...stretchers? Four of them. My heart stopped when I recognized one of the vehicles.

Harry’s jeep. I ran as best I could to the crash.

"Harry!" I screamed. I flinched again as a shockwave of pain rang in my head, and I stumbled trying to find him. Ow! Okay don’t scream. Harry...where are you? Please God let him be okay. I was stopped short by a police officer. He motioned me away. I started walking home, not wanting to cause trouble. Thoughts and worries flooded my mind. Is he dead? Why didn’t I stop him from driving? It’s all my fault. Ow! What was that? I was interrupted by a sharp, burning pain in the side of my head. Ow, this hurts too much. I need to stop drinking.

I was awoken by a loud ringing beside my ear. My head...ouch it’s too loud. Wait, that’s the telephone.

"Mmhello?" I moaned into the receiver. It was the police. They informed me of all of last night’s events. Harry was killed instantly. In the other car, there was a woman, twenty-two years old, with two young children, ages one and four. The woman was killed instantly, and the children died in the hospital. I hung up the phone as tears streamed down my cheeks. He’s gone. And I could have stopped it. If only I hadn’t let him drive! If only we didn’t drink. If only James didn’t bring the beer. If only, if only. But it’s too late. He’s gone. My head hurts.

Laughter. The contagious sound of people having a good time. The pizza just arrived, and we were enjoying it while a movie was playing. I won’t drink tonight. We do this every week. The door swung open, and in walked James, along with a few other people, each holding a case of beer. A few tears began to trickle down my cheek. I stood up and pushed past the new arrivals. I turned onto the sidewalk and began walking home. My best mate is dead. So are three other innocent young people. I won’t drink tonight. I WON’T drink tonight.