A few days later and my head bandage has been removed and Harry's wrist is okay again. He has to be careful when he's drumming in case he has a relapse and the recovery isn't in vain. As we exit the car to enter the studio where we usually rehearse, we are bombarded by eager fans who had obviously heard about our crash as some were holding signs saying get well Mcfly!. We do our usual poses and sign our names on many pictures and various clothing items before we can finally get inside. I enjoy having so many fans but sometimes it's unbearable. I mean sometimes it's so hard to go anywhere without being seen and the whole wearing sunglasses thing doesn't usually work either.
Sitting in my usual place, I pick up my fuchsia bass before checking that it was tuned properly. After a slight tweaking, we were all in the swing of playing the playlist for the upcoming tour, occasionally taking a break because of Harry's wrist. Whilst listening to Danny play walk in the sun, I felt a hand slip into mine. I look up to see Harry sitting next to me smiling. As the song ended, I stood up cheering and clapping like it was the best thing I had heard in years. Danny took a bow before switching guitars for Shine a light.
We ran through each song twice, all of us making minor mistakes. We would have it down by the tour, we all knew it. Packing away our equipment, I hand my bass over to the guitar specialist and then grab my bag before leaving the studio with the others. The fans had disappeared so we were able to get into the car easily.
Reaching our house, we leave the car, all deep in discussion on what we needed to improve upon before we went on tour. Tom needed to make sure he didn't get to caught up into jumping around that he forgets to sing, Danny needed to make sure he was taking breaths in the right places and Harry needed to just keep up with us all. I needed to work on 2 songs so that I didn't make noticeable mistakes in front of everyone.
It was weird playing our new songs, because it meant that I had to sing and my voice isn't exactly the strongest. We hadn't even come up with the name for the one I was singing! Touch the rain was by far my personal favourite out of the new songs. It had a similar ring to shine a light and sounded beautiful. I was glad that our band had such talented song writers.
The rest of the week we spend constantly practising and before we knew it, we were getting into the tour bus and choosing who had each bunk. Harry demanded that his bunk was underneath mine, meaning I had no choice but to have a top bunk. Chucking my bag onto my bunk, I hear shouting coming from downstairs.
Proceeding cautiously downstairs, I see my other band mates arguing over their fifa score. I laughed before taking Danny's controller and continuing the game, cutting their dispute short. Throughout the second half of the match, Danny tried to steal the controller back three times and gave me really crap advice on what to do next. Ignoring him meant that I'd won 3-2 making Tom throw his control onto the floor. Walking off in a huff, Danny picks up the discarded controller and decides to verse me. Big mistake Mr Jones, big mistake. Once again, I won, this time 4-1. Danny goes to find Tom, leaving me to gloat about my victory and how I'm the fifa champion in the tour bus. Harry perks up when I say that and challenges me to a game. So much for luck as Harry absolutely smashes me, causing my winning streak to come to an abrupt end. 2-5, absolutely despicable.
Turning the Xbox off, I saunter over to the champ, before straddling his lap. His eyes become slightly wider and he gently coughs before looking up at me. I smirk before gently grinding against his hidden treasure, making his hands grab my butt. We both moan out lightly at the same time, causing us to laugh too. Moving my mouth towards his own, we hear another cough, this time not from either one of us. We turn our heads to see Tom and Danny smirking at us. I stop grinding, feeling Harry tense in frustration. He has gone bright red, and I feel a flush of my own creep over my cheeks. I get off of Harry before holding up the controller that was next to me.
"Anyone for a game of Halo?" We all laugh before turning the Xbox back on and begin to play Halo til we reach the venue.
We leave the tour bus and make our way into the venue at which we were playing tonight. Entering our dressing room, I immediately remove my current clothing and quickly replace it with my 'stage' outfit excluding the shoes. I then take the time to do my hair and have my makeup done whilst everyone else rushes about getting ready for tonight.
Making our way to the stage as our second warm up act, IvyRise, was just finishing, Harry pulls me into a little store room. I looked up at him, his fists clenching around his wooden drumsticks and look of fury on his face.
"When we go to bed later, you will regret what you did on the bus. Honestly since that happened, I've been horny as hell so I'm gonna do the same to you" He said before cheekily winking. He exits as I stand shocked and even a little turned on, before following him.
The set goes amazingly, only making a few insignificant cock ups that I would have ironed out by the 3rd venue. The 3 new songs were a big hit, even my one. I had managed to keep calm and even converse with the fans. The only thing that scared me was when I asked if everyone was horny, kinda a little joke towards Harry, little 8 year old girls were screaming back yes. I doubt they even know what the word means.
Managing to escape into the tour bus without being swamped by fans, we all just run upstairs into the lounging area. We all say about how amazing it was, the fans response to our new songs and what we did wrong. Fletch rings us to get the latest info about the gig, which took hours as Fletch takes forever on the phone.
I then took a shower before everyone else did, making sure I used almost all the hot water. Harry proceeded to get in after I leave, me not being able to resist smirking at him. Hearing him scream when the cold water hits him gave me a perfect excuse to laugh out loud. Tom and Danny just stared at me like I had gone mad. I explained what I had done, and we all just rolled about laughing. A fuming Harry walked into the lounge holding a soft cotton towel around his waist, giving me daggers. I stop laughing, seeing that I must have crossed some sort of boundary. The water drips slowly down his tensed muscles and he kind of looks like a model. He storms off before I can apologise and I feel somewhat guilty.
It's time for bed, and Harry had either snapped at me or completely ignored me for the rest of night. I really didn't want to sleep above Harry as I'd clearly pissed him off today. First with the torturing thing and then the shower fiasco. I remove my t-shirt and jeans before throwing the laundry in the basket, leaving on my boxers. Everyone else had moved off to the bunks around half an hour ago and I was the only one still awake.
Deciding maybe it's time for bed, as it was pitch black and the clock read '12:08', I get up off the kitchen stools and proceed towards the stairs. No stars were present, making the sky look a little dingy. I creep up the tour bus steps so I didn't wake the others. Crossing over to mine and Harry's bunk at the very front of the bus, I pass Tom and Danny's, noting that Danny's bunk was empty. I looked down at Tom's to see that Danny wasn't there either, just a very asleep Tom who was lightly snoring. Becoming intrigued by my band mate's disappearance, I refused to sleep until I found him. I see Harry's hoodie, and chuck it over me so I look somewhat decent and keep warm.
Opening the door to the lounge area, I see Danny sitting there in his grey jogging bottoms, his head in his hands and soft little whimpers escaping his mouth. I move next to him, before placing my arm around his shoulders, getting his attention. He sits up, looking at me with red, slightly puffy eyes.
"Dan mate, what's up? Why are you crying?" I ask, gently rubbing his back for support.
"It's Tom." I gasp. "We haven't broken up don't worry. It's just I want people to know about us but he's so adamant about it. He even refuses to tell his parents! We're constantly arguing about it, and to be honest, I'm sick of it. I'm telling mine this weekend. I don't care if they shun me, I can't keep it from them anymore. I have for a year and a half; I think it's time they knew. No more waiting. Tom doesn't want me too but it's not his choice. It's like he's ashamed Doug, ashamed of us, of our love, of what we are. You know what I was planning on doing once the tour is over? I was gonna ask Tom to marry me. Take him away for a little holiday, his favourite destination. I'd take us out for a romantic meal, and afterwards we'd have a candle lit walk across the beach. We'd reach this specially prepared beach hut, filled with more candles, rose petals and champagne. We sit inside for awhile before I pop the big question and hopefully he would say yes. But now I bet he'd say no. Maybe I shouldn't bother anymore Doug. I mean why put the effort in if he's not willing to do the same" Danny said, tears still spilling down his face. I was shocked. I didn't realise how much Tom meant to Danny. He was clearly head over heels in love with Tom. But it also seemed like Tom was scared, like Harry was when I first declared how I felt to him. He obviously cares about the public's opinion.
I suddenly remember mine and his conversation from the other day when we'd admitted that we were all dating. He seemed a bit put off by my determination to tell the fans and even more so when I mentioned telling family. Maybe he was scared of them knowing, he obviously didn't want to be thrown out of his family. I looked at Dan, sitting silently, tears still leaving his sore eyes.
"Tom really does love you mate, I promise. He's just really nervous about what everyone else thinks about it. Also I'm pretty sure he hasn't told his family because he doesn't want to be shunned. And I understand where he comes from if that's the case. I mean who would want to lose their family over something like this? Aren't family meant to be supportive of whatever life choice's you make? But I did explain to him the other day, even if his family shun him, it shouldn't matter cause we're already our own family" I said, still rubbing his back. He looks at me; the tears seem to have stopped and smile has now replaced the frown. "Dude, we have a day off tomorrow, so I suggest you bring him in here and talk. And not just about the public. Talk about everything. Get everything off your chest. You will feel better if you do" He nods before standing up. I follow suit, before hugging him. He hugs back, gently sniffling. Our embrace ends and he wipes his red eyes carefully.
We walk back to the bunks, me stopping to remove Harry's hoodie and launching it where I found it. Danny is looking down at Tom as I pass him. I stop before turning back to him saying "Just get in with him mate. You know you want too and he wants you too". He smiles before gently moving the cover back and he slips in next to a very sleepy Tom. Tom wakes up when Danny places his arms around his waist. He turns to Danny only to be shh'ed. Tom smiles up at Danny before giving him a peck on the lips. Danny looks up at me and mouths the words thank you before settling down to sleep. I grin at the pair before finally continuing on to my bunk.
Just as I went to climb up into my top bunk, a hand grasp's my foot pulling me down onto the floor. I then get dragged into Harry's bunk. His lean body is over my own, and hes pinned my wrists up above my head. He has an evil glint in his eye before he says "Now time for your punishment".