My nerves were completely shot by the time we pulled up to Tom's building. I had been imagining this moment; the moment Danny and I would meet once again but never did I think it would be because of Harry or with Tom by my side.

Tom was talking to me but I couldn't hear a word he said over the sound of my heart beating. I looked down at my shirt and I could actually see my shirt moving from the force of the beats.

I couldn't do anything on my own. My brain was in shut down and the nerves had taken over but I was thankful to have Tom with me, even if I couldn't hear him talking to me or feel his hand on mine as he guided me inside the building and into the lift.

"Dougie?" His voice finally broke through the hammering and I looked over to see him watching me cautiously. "Are you alright? You look awfully pail."

I took a short breath but my throat closed up before I could say anything.

"It'll be alright." He said, watching the floor count rise on the elevator.

"What if he doesn't want me there?" I whispered so silently that even I barely heard it leave my mouth.

Tom shrugged casually. "It is my flat. He pays me to live there."

I know that was supposed to reassure me but all it did was leave a horrible scene of Danny packing up and leaving all because of me. I would make Tom lose a friend all because I was to afraid to stand up to my past.

The elevator shuddered to a holt and the doors slid open. Tom, again, took my hand and led me down the hallway towards his flat, pulling out his keys with his spare hand.

He opened the door and held it open for me to enter. "Just take your shoes off and um…wait here." He said, the first sign of nerves appearing his voice as he looked towards the living room where he had left Danny.

The murmurs of the T.V. could be hear where I was standing and I could feel the sweat forming on my palms as Tom walked down the small hallway into the living room. It was silent, apart from the television show but I could see the shadows of the two figures on the wall in conversations.

Tom's hands were held out in front of him while he talked as if he was getting ready to hold Danny back in case he tried to take off but Danny's shadow stayed motionless the entire time before disappearing from my view followed by a door shutting.

Tom reappeared in the hallway, blowing out a lungful of air and rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, you can stay on the couch as long as you need to." He smiled and waved me to follow him into the living room.

"Are you sure it's alright?" I whispered, glancing warily at the door that Danny had disappeared through .

"Yeah, it's fine." Tom answered in the same hushed tone. "And why are you whispering?"

I cleared my throat and shrugged. "I just don't want to upset-"

"Danny?" Tom finished. "Stop worrying. He'll deal with it." He walked over to the linen closet across the room and pulled out a blanket and spare pillow, depositing them on to the couch. "If you're hungry, help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen. You remember where the bathroom is and that's about it really. If you need anything else, feel free to ask me." I nodded and thanked him. Tom smiled and patted my shoulder before walking off to his room.