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6 Toms POV
I twisted and turned on the back seat of my car, trying to get comfy, finding it impossible. Why was it so hard all of a sudden to get comfy? I was usually fine, it must have been because it was cold. It was freezing cold outside, and in here, I could see my breath. My thin blanket did nothing to help me, and I let myself miss my bed. I missed my bed, and how warm it was, and how Danny would lay with me, holding my body close to his. But I had to stay here, and not go back, I couldn't go back. I had to stay here, and not go back, no matter how much I wanted to. The guys were happy now, without me, how could I ruin that? It just wasn't fair to ruin that, so I was staying, it was bad enough I risked it the other week to see them, I couldn't do that again.
In the end, I gave up and went to Carries, knowing I would end up annoying her so much in the end she would kick me out and not let me come back. "Tom? What are you doing here? Its 1am." Carrie mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "sorry, its just so cold. I'll go away if you want me to, sorry for bothering you." I shivered, turning to go. "no, stay, come in before your freeze to death." Carrie sighed, pulling me back in again.
"your lucky I've kept your bed made!" Carrie smiled a little, showing me the room she always let me stay in. "thank you, for letting me stay, it means a lot." I half smiled, scratching my arm for lack of anything better to do. "its alright, what else are brother and sister for? We're meant to look out for each other." Carrie smiled properly, giving me a hug, I didn't hug back, not sure if I could, but let the feeling of having someones arms around me warm me up a little.
"right, I think its time for bed. Promise to stay for breakfast in the morning?" Carrie asked, looking hopeful, giving me doe eyes. "promise, if you really want me to." I whispered, letting her squeeze my hand. "yay! Thank you!" Carrie grinned, skipping off to her own room. "hey, Carrie?" I stopped her, making her turn around. "yeah?" Carrie spun around. "don't tell anyone I'm here, please." I pleaded, like I did every time I came here. "of course I won't Tom, I promise every time to not tell anyone, don't I? Now go to sleep, you need it." Carrie grinned again, skipping into her own room.
7 Dougies POV
Somehow, we managed to distract Danny so he wasn't constantly looking at the window, and got him to do song writing. Now he was sat in the middle of the front room floor, writing songs in his lyric book, Toms Mickey Mouse toy on his lap, resting his chin on top of its head. We never looked at his songs, letting him take out his feelings in his songs, holding onto that toy like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
"Danny, its lunch time, come on, we've ordered pizza." I bent down to shake him a little, knowing how Danny was a little jumpy at the moment. "its your favourite." I smiled, pulling him up. I led him to the kitchen, worried when he barely ate anything. "come on Dan, you gotta eat something." Harry encouraged, sighing. "I'm not hungry." Danny whimpered, putting down his pizza slice, crossing his arms. "Dan, eat, how can you be strong for Tom if your not strong yourself?" I reasoned, surely that would convince him? "but I wanna eat when he is eating, I feel sick without him anyway." Danny mumbled, playing with his fingers. "Dan, we all feel sick without Tom, you have to eat. Its not healthy not to." Harry explained, holding onto his hand and making him look at him.
"not as sick as I do. He wasn't your boyfriend, he was just your best friend, he was my boyfriend. My beautiful, troubled boyfriend, and now, because of my stupidity, he's gone. And we're never going to see him again, and its all my fault, that makes me feel sick. I can't ever forgive myself, the only hope I've got is that when Tom comes back and he'll hopefully forgive me." Danny growled, standing up and grabbing the toy and lyric book. "wait, Danny! What can't you forgive yourself for?" we ran off after him, catching him curled up on the stairs, crying. "I-I saw it, I saw something was wrong! I knew there was something wrong with Tom, and I didn't push him until he told me. God, if I could go back, I would, and tie him to a f*cking chair and not let him go until he told me. F*cking hell, why can't I go back and change it? I could have fixed him! I could have stopped him!" Danny cried, his shoulders shaking with barely contained sobs.
"oh Danny, none of us could stop him. We all knew something was wrong, but we couldn't stop it. We didn't know he was going to run away, did we? And we all tried talking to him, and Tom just didn't want to talk to us. None of us could really stop him, could we? If we knew what he was planning, we could have stopped him, but we couldn't help it. Stop blaming yourself, its pointless blaming ourselves. We've just got to wait for him, he'll come back, and if not, the police will find him. We'll get him back, I promise." Harry encouraged, rubbing Dannys arm in comfort. "what if he doesn't want to come back? What if the reason he ran off was because he hates us, or something like that? I can't stand thinking that he doesn't want us, me, anymore. I love him, I want him...need him back! I miss our cuddles, our kisses. I want him back so badly, I just need him back." Danny cried, breaking down completely.