The day Tom disappeared was the most normal morning I had experienced in months. We had had the day off, so me and Tom went out to Convent Garden together, just to hang around and have fun. He had been acting a little weirdly recently, but I hadn't thought much of it, thinking that it was just stress. "are you alright mate? You seem a little off recently." I asked, wanting to see if I could help him. Tom was my boyfriend, I hated seeing him act so weird. "I'm fine, just not been sleeping." Tom shrugged, and I heard him bite back a small whimper. "liar, there's something happening, isn't there? Come on mate, I know something's up, what's going on? You can tell me anything on your mind. You know you can, I'm your boyfriend, I'll listen to any little thing on your mind. Come on, has someone said something to you?" I pried, knowing how Tom took almost every bad word against himself, or our band straight to heart.
"no-ones said anything to me Danny, I'm fine, I'm just tired. You know I have problems sleeping, I'm honestly tired. Look, I'm going home, I'm going to get some sleep. Sorry bringing you out here for nothing, and for worrying you. I didn't mean to." Tom looked away, making to get up. "Tom, please, just stay for a while longer. You haven't finished your pizza." I begged, Tom hadn't eaten much either over the past few weeks, causing me to think that someone had said something bad to him. "I'm not hungry. I'm just going to go, I had a song idea earlier, I'm going to have a sleep then work on that." Tom sighed, biting his lip to stop tears. "want me to help you?" I asked, getting up as well, giving him a hug. "no, I'm alright. It's one I'll work on it on my own. Bye Danny." Tom hugged back, walking off, little did I know, it was the last time I would hear him for a very long time.
2 MONTHS LATER Dannys POV
"Tom, please, come home, please. We miss you, so much, please Tom, come home. I miss you, I love you, I love you so much, please, come home. We'll make whatevers wrong better, we'll make it all better, just come home!" I begged, wiping away tears. I shut off the phone, knowing Tom wasn't going to answer me, I had almost lost count of the amount of messages I had left on his answer phone. None of them had been replied to. I don't know what had happened, one day we were happy, unbelievably happy, the next Toms acting strangely, blaming lack of sleep. The next day, I went round to his house, and he was gone, only a note saying he was sorry left behind.
"how many is that?" Harry asked, sitting down next to me. "325 phone calls, 500 texts." I reeled off, without even thinking. "Jesus, how do you even know Toms got his phone?" Dougie asked, from my other side. "its not here, or in any of our houses. He said he would bring it with him, and I trust him to take it wherever he went." I explained, trying to not cry. "who else have you phoned? Does Carrie know where he is?" Harry suggested, now I hadn't thought of that. "I haven't, but surely, she would have phoned me if he was there?" I brought up her number, phoning her straight away. "not if Tom doesn't want us to know he is there." Harry sighed, pressing the loudspeaker button.
"hey, Carrie, I was wondering, have you heard from Tom, or seen him, or anything? Please tell me you have!" I whimpered, feeling my hand shaking. There was a pause. "er, no, I haven't seen him recently. I don't know where he is, I'm sorry Danny. I've tried phoning him, but he never answers." Carrie answered eventually, sounding upset. "oh, okay, call us if you hear anything please." I choked out, feeling two arms coming around me in support. "I will, you do the same. Bye Dan." Carrie turned the phone off, and I cried.
TOM
Carrie shut off the phone next to me, sighing. "you really should go home Tom, your breaking their hearts." She warned, giving me puppy eyes. "I can't, and I don't want to. I'm happy as I am." I played with my fingers, not wanting to look at her. "why can't you? And why don't you want to? There's nothing wrong with going home. You can't live like this." Carrie tried, but I was used to this speech, I got it every time I came round. "I just can't, and I'm not saying why. There's nothing wrong with the way I'm living, I'm happy, okay? If you're just going to lecture me, then I'm going." I stood up, grabbing my coat and walking out. "wait! Don't go, look, when was the last time you ate a cooked meal? Two weeks ago, when you came round last. Stay for dinner, please?" Carrie begged, making me stop at the door. "I'm not hungry, I'll see you around Carrie, sorry for bothering you again, but thanks for not telling anyone I'm here." I whimpered, walking down the street with my hood up, making sure no-one knew who I was.