For Tom time went too fast. It seemed like only an hour ago he and Danny had sat down in his bedroom and began to talk, but it had been six days. There was no topic for their conversations. They talked about everything and anything. They shared stories about their childhoods, about their lives. They laughed at stories and other times they let silence fall over them as they thought about what they had beeen told by one another. They would wake and get to know each other better. Every moment they spent together they felt like they were getting closer. It wasn't until the fourth day that Danny realised Harry and the other guy, Dougie? Wasn't there. Tom explained how they had taken a holiday for the week. In the back of Danny's mind he knew it was probably because he was there, in their home.

"Tom?" Harry's voice sounded from outside the bedroom door.

"Bedroom!" Tom yelled to him. Two sets of footsteps were heard then the door opened. Danny and Tom were sitting on the bed, their legs crossed, looking like school children sharing secrets.

"We need to talk," Harry said. Danny's heart fell, and he was unaware that at that same moment, so did Tom's.

"Do you want me to leave?" Danny asked outright.

Harry was a little shocked at the bluntness of Danny. "No..."

"Really?" asked Tom, hoping that this wasn't some joke.

"Really..." Dougie stepped in. "We actually have a confession,"

"Dougie!" Harry yelped. "You aren't supposed to tell them!"

"They were bound to find out," Dougie said.

"Fine out what?" Danny asked.

"We've been watching you both...And you're making Tom happy...Happier than we've seen him in a while," Dougie explained.

"Well...In that case..." Danny jumped up from the bed and smiled then held out his hand. "Danny,"

"Dougie,"

"Harry,"

"Looks like we'll be getting to know each other a bit better...So first's first...How about we get some dinner cooking?" Danny smiled and with that he left the room.

Tom, Harry and Dougie stared in amazement after Danny who seemed to have magically found all of his confidence. He was acting as if they had known each other for years.