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Chapter 9 – Tears and Tantrums
Tom came back ten minutes later carrying two McDonald's bags and a pink fluffy teddy bear.
'Danny, a girl told me to give this to you,' he said, placing it next to Danny and passing Dougie his food.
'I don't want to eat. I want Harry here,' Danny moped, pushing his plate away again.
'Danny, we can't magically bring Harry here,' Tom sighed, pushing his plate back and pulling out his own fries.
'I know,' he sighed.
'But I'm sure Harry would be very proud of you if you ate all of your food,' Tom said hopefully. Danny sighed and began eating again. There was silence while they all ate.
'Is McFly going to be over Tom?' Dougie suddenly asked.
Tom gasped and began choking on a piece of his cheeseburger. Dougie slapped him on the back hard as he coughed, spitting a chewed up piece of bread onto Danny's sheets.
'Tom! Mate! Seriously!' Danny exclaimed. 'Owww,' he moaned again, clutching his head, the loudness of his voice hurting it.
'What the hell are you on about Dougie?!' Tom spluttered, clutching his throat.
'Well... I dunno; what if Harry doesn't come back?' he asked timidly.
'Dougie. Stop thinking like that unless you want Tom to have a heart attack!' Danny said a bit quieter, still clutching his head.
'Dougie, let's just find Harry okay?' Tom sighed, still rubbing his throat.
'Okay,' Dougie whispered.
'Danny! Are you okay sweetheart?!' Danny's mum burst through the door and raced over.
'Mum, I'm fine,' he sighed as she kissed his forehead.
'Dan, we'll let you have some time with your mum. We might go out and do a bit of a drive around and see if we can find Harry. Are you okay?' Tom asked and Danny nodded.
'See you soon mate,' Tom said as he and Dougie slipped out the door.
'Danny, tell me everything! What happened?!' his mum exclaimed, sitting on the side of his bed.
'We played half our gig and the press started hassling us and Harry left and we have no idea where he is. So Doug, Tom and me went backstage and Tom ran off and I don't remember anything but waking up in an ambulance with a very sore head and yeah,' Danny sighed.
'Why did you pass out Danny?' she asked quickly.
'The doctor said its because I haven't been eating...' Danny trailed off, looking down at his blankets.
'Haven't been eating? But I saw you eating my cake earlier!'
'I didn't eat it,' Danny said shamefully. 'I put it on Harry's plate while you weren't watching.'
'Danny, why didn't you tell me you were having trouble eating?' she asked gently.
'I don't know. I didn't think I would pass out did I?'
'Why weren't you eating then?'
'Because it felt like I would throw up every time I did. This is my first full meal in a week,' he sighed, motioning towards half-empty plate in front of him.
His mum sighed and shook her head. 'At least your eating again, how are you feeling?'
'Sick,' Danny replied, pushing his food around on his plate.
'You need to finish eating it Danny. Please?'
Danny sighed and shoved another fork-full in his mouth. She smiled and straightened his blankets.
'Where's Harry gone?' she asked quietly.
'We have no idea,' Danny sighed again.
'Why'd he go?'
'We don't know either.'
'I knew you boys couldn't trust him. But I never thought that he would do this,' she said.
Danny's head snapped up. 'Mum, Harry would never, ever, EVER do anything to hurt us! Ever. End of story.'
'If you say so Danny,' she replied. Danny pushed his food away so hard it tumbled off the tray and landed on the floor.
'Danny!' she scolded as she began to pick it all up, putting it back onto the plate.
'What? I don't want it. I want Harry back. I want our life the way it was before all of this. No press chasing us everywhere. Dougie not covered in infected burns. Tom not looking about a hundred years old because of stress. Me not fainting and being in hospital right now! I want it the same,' Danny exclaimed, tears beginning to appear in the corners of his eyes.
'I want my old bedroom in the house. I want to be able to wake up every morning and go downstairs and see the other boys looking happy. I want to be able to able to see them smiling again. I want to have fun again. I want to make more home movies. I want to have jam sessions in the living room to our favourite songs. I want to have those awesome movie nights again. I want our house back.
'I want to fall asleep and not get haunted by the visions of Dougie being given CPR. I want to stop reliving the feeling of not knowing if I was ever going to see Dougie again every time I fall asleep. I want to go to sleep and not be woken up by him whimpering. I want to stop feeling guilty for what we did! I want to stop wondering if Harry really did it! I want to stop fighting every day with the boys. I just want it back the way it was!' Danny cried hysterically. The tears began pouring down his cheeks and onto the white sheets. He leaned into his mum as she hugged her only son.
'Danny, it's all going to be okay,' she murmured as he cried.
'How do you know that?' he whispered.
'I just do sweetheart okay? Everything's going to be alright,' she soothed, holding him. He nodded tearfully, leaning his head against her shoulder.
'I wish I was out there looking for him,' he murmured, looking over at the photo he'd taken from the remains of the fire. His mum followed his gaze.
'When was this taken?' she asked thoughtfully, reaching forward and picking it up.
'When we first moved in. Tom decided we should just put the camera on timer and see what happened. Dougie jumped on Harry's back and everything eventuated from there,' Danny smiled through the tears.
'Very cute,' his mum smiled as well, putting it back on his bedside table. She quickly checked her watch.
'When do you fly back to Bolton?' he asked, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve.
'In ten minutes,' she frowned. 'I'll have to ring and cancel...' she said, pulling out her phone.
'No mum, go. I'll be fine, they're discharging me in the morning. And I'm feeling better, I just have to eat okay? Please go, I don't want you to miss work,' Danny assured her.
'Are you sure sweetheart?' she asked timidly. Danny nodded.
'Okay, well I love you and I'm always just a phone call away. Come and visit when you get the chance, okay? Feel better and ring me if anything changes okay?' she said, standing up. Danny nodded again.
'Now be a good boy and eat all the food the doctors give you without tossing it on the floor!' she half smiled as she picked her bag up as well.
'I love you mum,' Danny whispered. 'I love you too Danny. See you soon,' she smiled, quietly walking out the door.
Danny slid back down onto his pillows and closed his eyes. Man his head hurt...
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'Tom, we've driven to every single pub in London, I swear! He's not here! If he was, the press would've already of pounced!' Dougie moaned as Tom dragged him out of their fifteenth pub that night looking for Harry.
'Do you want to find Harry or not Dougie?' Tom asked as he unlocked his car.
'I do, but I don't think he'd be here, that's the thing!' Dougie sighed as he got in the passenger's seat.
'Where do you suggest we look then Dougie?' Tom snapped as he started his car.
'Don't speak to me like that Tom!' Dougie exclaimed, staring out the window at the passing lights, looking at every person, silently hoping they looked like a certain drummer.
'I'm sorry Doug,' Tom sighed, making a left.
'Let's just go back and see Danny eh? He could need us. You never know, Harry might be visiting him right now? And even if he isn't, we can resume the search in the morning for him. He's probably found himself a nice, safe place for the night, away from the press and away from everything else,' Dougie said.
'You're right Doug,' Tom sighed again, doing a u-turn and heading back towards Danny's hospital.
