Danny ran his hands over the front of his t-shirt, as if to straighten it out. He took a deep breath and then stepped into the sleeping quarters of the bus. He'd been standing outside the door for minutes before he finally plucked up the courage to go in. Tom looked up from his phone. He was sitting on his bed on the top bunk.
"Hey," Tom said.
"Hey," Danny replied. He went and sat on his own bunk, his too was the top one. At night if he couldn't sleep, he was turn and stare at the curtain that Tom had drawn across his bunk. Sometimes he would imagine sleeping in the same bunk with Tom. Of course that was a completely ridiculous idea. But after weeks of depressing feelings he had spoken to Harry and now he knew what he had to do. He took out his own phone to make it look like he was occupying himself but he kept stealing glances at the blonde.
" Whatcha doin'?" Tom asked. Danny fumbled his phone. Recovering himself quickly he looked over to Tom.
"Nothing," he said though he just knew that his voice gave him away. "Listen...I ah, wanted to tell you something,"
"Yeah?" Tom replied. Danny nodded for a moment then gave himself a mental kick.
He isn't a mind reader! He thought.
"So ah...I need to tell you this because...Because I just have to...I ah...Tom, I have feelings for you," Danny said. Tom stared at him for a moment.
"Right..." Tom said the word and left it to linger on his lips. Then his face broke into a smile and he chuckled. "Good one Dan," and with that he jumped down from his bunk and walked out.
