Those Blue Eyes
Tom's POV
I love him. I love him more than anything! God, why can't he just see it!
I woke up on my bunk on the tour bus; we're halfway through the tour and are playing at Manchester tonight. I turned over to my right to see the most beautiful man lying there, sleeping softly. I can't stop staring at him... Oh God, I love you Danny.
I quickly get up; shove a red jumper I find on the floor on, walk over to the door, take one last glance at the sleeping man, then walk over to where Dougie and Harry were sat eating breakfast at the table.
"Morning mate, sleep well?" Harry asked him, brightly.
"Er, yeah it was alright..." I answered, still half asleep.
"So, Manchester tonight! Gonna be bitchin'!"
"Haha Doug, you say that about every show!" Harry smiled at the youngest.
"Yeahh, but Manchester's always awesome!"
I was letting the other two, go on about their favourite shows of the tour so far, whilst I was just thinking about Danny. Thinking about those blue eyes, and his soft, red lips brushing against my own...
"Tom! Hello? Tom! Is Danny still asleep?" Dougie interrupted.
I suddenly woke up from my daydream, when I heard Danny's name being said. "What? Oh right, yeah he is..." I replied.
"God, that man! He's so lazy!" Harry complained, looking over towards the room where the sleeping man was.
I laughed a little but somehow felt to stick up for Danny. "It's not his fault, he got in really late last night after his DJ-ing!"
"Haha yeah, well he needs to be up for 12, 'cos we're stopping at a studio in Manchester, looking to record the new album in there! Could you wake him up?"
I suddenly remembered when we were told about going there. "Oh yeah! How could I forget? I'll make sure he's ready." I smiled.
I walked back into the bedroom, and knelt down next to his bunk. "Oh Danny, why are you so beautiful, why do I have to love you so much, when I know you don't have any feelings for me! Just why..." I whispered, even though I knew he was asleep and couldn't hear me.
I just sat there for a few minutes, looking at him, when he suddenly opened those blue eyes and looked into my brown ones. I smiled at him, "Morning... we have to leave to go to some studio at 12..." He sat up, and looked over at me, completely ignoring what I said. "I had the weirdest dream..."
"What was it?" I smiled, edging towards him.
"Er... don't worry, it was just a dream..." He stood up and moved away from me. "I'm just gonna have a shower..."
I watched him as he made his way out of the room and into the tiny room which held the shower.
What was he dreaming about? Was it about me? I thought as a million questions I wanted to ask him, fled through my head.