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Tom's POV

We were travelling in the tour bus to Birmingham for the third night of our latest tour. Danny was by the mini fridge, taking out a can of beer and more food than he would be able to eat, Harry and Dougie were in the corner, sitting on the sofa and watching TV together, constant hysterical giggling escaping their lips every few seconds, whilst I was sat by the window, tuning one of my acoustic guitars. It had been a pretty long journey and I was eager to get on with the show, but there had been some big accident on the road ahead of us, so our journey had been prolonged even more.

I heard a loud crash, and lifted my head up from my guitar to see Danny, who had spilt all the food he was collecting from the fridge onto the floor. His cheeks flushed pink as he realized we were all staring at him, then he knelt down to begin cleaning up the mess.

I put my guitar down and walked over to him, helping him clean up.

'Thanks mate.' He smiled.

'No problem, I was getting bored anyway.'

As we finished cleaning the rest of it up, Fletch walked into the room.

'Alright guys?' He greeted.

He was met with a few grumbled hellos from the rest of the room.

'Hey, any idea how much longer it's gonna be?' I asked.

'Not much longer, about 20 minutes I'd say.' He replied with a smile, leaving the room again.

It did only take 20 more minutes to get there, but as we arrived at the hotel we were met with a crowd of screaming fans, all running towards our tour bus. Of course, this wasn't unusual, it happened at pretty much every venue we played at, but as much as I appreciate it, it does get annoying after a while.

Once we got through the crowd and into the hotel, I headed straight to my room to have a shower and get changed. I tried to relax for about half an hour, before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to reveal a tired looking Dougie.

'Hey Doug, what's up?'

'We need to go to the venue for sound check now.' He sighed.

'Oh okay. You okay? You seem a bit off..' I asked.

'Danny decided to wake me up from my nap by jumping on my bed...' He mumbled, gritting his teeth.

I let out a light hearted chuckle before collecting some things and following Dougie to the lobby of the hotel, where everyone else was waiting.

We got to the arena, did a quick sound check and in what seemed like no time at all we were on stage in front of thousands of people. The concert was amazing, we were all filled with so much energy, even Dougie, who had looked like he was about to fall to sleep any minute during rehearsals.

After the gig had ended, we had to make a quick break for the tour bus before the fans mobbed us. Unfortunately, it was too late. We stepped out of the building, and were instantly surrounded by fans, asking for pictures and autographs, some even asking for hugs. I tried my best to sign everything that was handed to me, but our security guards and management were trying to rush us to the bus.

Fletch made a gesture to us from the bus, signalling that we needed to leave. I walked slowly through the mass of people, even having to push some out of the way. The others, including most of the security guards, were all already on the bus, waiting for me to get there.

'Sorry, I have to go now guys.' I repeated to the fans who were shoving pens and bits of paper into my face. I was about 10 metres away from the bus when someone forcefully grabbed my shoulder. I tried to turn to see who it was, but I was literally surrounded by fans, and I couldn't tell who it was. I attempted to pull my shoulder free, but surprisingly this resulted in me being pulled back. I felt warm breathe hit my ear, someone's lips momentarily touching me, I then heard a low whisper, so quiet that had it not been said directly into my ear, I wouldn't have heard it above all the screaming, talking and crying girls around me.

'You brought this on yourself Tom.'

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as the person pulled away from me.

I doubled over in pain, clutching the area it hurt the most. As I looked down, I noticed the bottom of my shirt was covered in something wet, and warm. Only then did I realize what it was. Blood.

I panicked at that point, lifting my head and glancing around for help, but the fans around me hadn't noticed, they were too busy taking pictures or trying to get me to sign stuff.

'Tom! Tom! Please sign this! I've been waiting here all day!' One of them shouted.

'Tom, can I have a picture?' Another asked.

All their voices blurred into one as my mind seemed to cloud over, I was unable to focus on anything.

'Tom, why won't you sign this? I've been here for ages, you're so ungrateful...' Some of them started to say things like that, but I couldn't focus on them. I attempted to walk towards the bus, but it only emphasized the pain.

'Argh!' I shouted, clutching my stomach yet again.

This was when someone finally noticed something was wrong.

'Tom? Oh my gosh, look, he's bleeding!' One of the fans shouted to their friends.

'What?' The others all became even more hysterical after this, and instead of trying to help, they seemed to just be freaking out.

I couldn't hold on for any longer. I felt so faint, so weak. I fell onto my knees, trying my best to not pass out, but it was no use. Darkness overcame me as I slid onto the ground.

Danny POV

After we'd made it through the crowd of fans and onto the tour bus, I collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted. It was only the third night, and I was already worn out. Luckily we had a night off the next day to rest.

Dougie sat next to me, followed by Harry, who offered me a can of cola.

'Thanks' I said, taking it.

'Where's Tom?' I asked, looking around the bus.

'Dunno, I think he's still outside...' Harry said, concern washing over his face.

'He'll be fine. Well, maybe not completely fine, those fans are mad! One of them asked for a lock of my hair! They had scissors and everything!' Dougie exclaimed, causing me and Harry to burst out laughing.

'Hey, it's not funny...' He said, pouting.

I turned to the door to see Fletch enter the bus.

'Hey, is Tom still out there?' I asked.

'He's not in here? Shit, he must be getting mobbed by the fans...' Fletch worried.

He told some security guards to go outside and collect Tom, while I walked over to the open door to see if I could see him.

'He must be in that area, where all the fans are crowded around.' I said, pointing to the cluster of fans a few metres away from the bus.

'I can't see him...' Dougie said from behind me.

There was silence for a few moments while we watched the security guards make their way towards the middle of the crowd, searching for Tom.

'He fell down!' One of the fans that had noticed me and Dougie standing at the open door of the bus ran over and shouted.

'What?' I asked.

'He was just walking like normal, then he stopped and like, clutched his stomach, which was all of a sudden covered in blood then he just fell to the floor!' She cried hysterically.

It took a minute for me to process everything she had just said.

'What?' I shouted.

My eyes widened, and before I knew it I had pushed past Fletch, who was shouting at me to stay on the bus, and ran into the crowd.

The fans started taking pictures and asking me questions, but I ignored them all, my only objective was to find Tom.

I hoped that fan was just crazy, or had been lying, but running through the crowd I felt my breathe catch in my throat when I finally reached him. He was lying on the floor, unconscious, in a pool of blood.

'Tom!' I shouted, falling to my knees and grabbing his shoulders. I felt for a pulse in his neck, and was relieved when I found it. I was mildly aware of the tears running down my face, but I was too terrified to care. What the hell had happened! What was wrong with him?

I felt hands grab my shoulders and attempt to pull me away, but I refused to move.

Only then did I notice that both Dougie and Harry had been standing behind me the whole time.

'Dude, we need to get him back to the bus or something...' Harry said in a thick voice, obviously trying not to cry.

I nodded, letting the security guards who had finally reached us carry him through the crowd and into the bus. I noticed some 'fans' filming the scene, obviously they weren't real fans though. Others were crying, and some were just staring at us.

When we reached the bus, the security lay Tom on the sofa.

We gathered around him as Fletch checked for a pulse.

'He's alive thank god, but what the hell is wrong with him?' Fletch asked in a panicked voice.

'He...he's b..bleeding...' Dougie whispered, pointing to Tom's stomach.

I turned to the direction Dougie was pointing and paled. Tom's t-shirt was completely covered in blood.

'Shit...' Fletch mumbled, lifting Tom's t-shirt to reveal a deep wound straight in the middle of his stomach.

'We need to get him to a hospital, or call an ambulance. Now.' He ordered in a very serious tone.

We decided it would be faster to drive him to the hospital, which was only about five minutes away. When we arrived, paramedics put Tom(who was still unconscious) onto a stretcher, and carried him away into one of the rooms, leaving us to wait for any information. I had a feeling we'd be waiting for a long time.