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24 Dougies POV
Tom was cutting himself, and trying to commit suicide? The want to find him and hold him until he felt loved filled my whole body, and I promised myself I would make sure that as soon as I got Tom back, I was going to convince him that he was loved, that he was my best friend, and there was no need for him to be hurting himself. "whoa, the hospital want to send him to the mental health ward?" Harry back tracked, clutching at both me and Danny so neither of us collapsed. "they want at least a consult for him. But he ran off before they talked to him! Theres no way they don't think he's not nuts now!" Carrie cried, tugging at her curly hair.
"no, it'll be fine, I'm sure, we'll just have to find him first and explain he was scared, and not right in the head at the time, that he will be fine when we find him! Or they might just give him some medication, and it'll be fine with that, it won't be too bad, I'm sure!" I whimpered, having to sit down now, feeling my legs turn weak. All 4 of us slumped to the floor, unsure that even if we got Tom back, if he would be ours again straight away. What if the hospital did take him away from us? There was no way any of us would cope with having him for a little while, only for him to be ripped away again. Danny certainly wouldn't cope, he had his heart set on finding Tom and bringing him home straight away, making up for all the time he had lost. "what if it is that bad? What if they really think he isn't stable enough to come home?" Danny asked, and the feeling of helplessness was radiating off him.
"he'll come home eventually, as soon as he is well enough." A man behind us made us jump, "sorry to disturb you, but I was assigned to Thomas's case yesterday, and as you know, he has run off. I was wondering if you knew where he was." The skinny brunette man asked us, looking expectant. "if we knew, we would be finding him ourselves. He's been missing for over 7 months, he just ran off, and now we have no idea on where he is." Harry sighed, running his fingers over my hip gently, relaxing my tense body a little. "really?, you failed to tell us this yesterday." The doctor turned to a nervous looking Carrie, who paled a little more. "I'm sorry! But I'm just trying to protect Toms wishes, and he wants to be left alone, he didn't even want to be brought here! I didn't think he was going to run off like he has done! Look, I know it was wrong, but Tom genuinely didn't want people to know he had run off and I figured you would find out anyway! Sorry!" Carrie explained, slumping forward a little more.
25 Toms POV
I completely lost track of time, and soon I had no idea what day it was, or what time it was. I daren't switch on my phone, scared someone would find my location from that, and I feared how many texts and phone calls I had from Carrie. She really needed to stop worrying about me, and get on with her life, I wasn't exactly special, or even normal, so really there was no point in trying to get hold of me.
At this moment, all I knew was that I was hungry, really, really hungry. So I decided to risk a trip out to the bakers nearby to get some food. I only ever ventured out of my car now when I was so hungry I was about to start feeling faint, which was never a good sign. At the bakers, I picked up a bacon baguette and some crisps, for later. Looking at them, I smiled a little at the memory of shouting at Danny to 'get the crisps' and him chucking them at me, causing a play fight that I somehow managed to win. They were the same flavour too, cheese and onion, reminding me so much of that day. The person on the counter smiled a little at me as I paid for my food, and I managed a smile back, feeling like I could, just to be polite, though I never said a word. It had been at least a month since I had last spoken, the last person to hear my voice being Carrie at the hospital, and that I knew had been ages ago.
I ate my baguette on the way back to my car, listening to my ipod, feeling a little cheered up to hear Dannys voice singing, like he was singing to me. Though, he was singing Nowhere Left To Run, which worried me a little, like even my ipod was telling me I was running out of places to hide. For about a week now, I had been feeling like I was being followed, and watched by people, who were closing in on me. I had been able to shrug it off for a while, but now it was getting worse, like I knew subconsciously that I was going to be found soon.
I hated that feeling, I didn't want to be found, I wanted to stay incognito, after managing for so long without being found. It wasn't like I didn't want to see Danny, Harry and Dougie again, I did, really badly, I just didn't want to end up making them pretend that they liked me anymore. It would be so painful to knowingly make them pretend to like me, while I knew that they were secretly all together, I wouldn't ever get in the way of that, if they were happy, I was happy, on the outside anyway. On the inside, seeing that would make me die, but on the outside I would pretend to be happy for them, and not make Danny think he had to love me instead.
That was my plan for if I ever was brought back to them, forced back into being in a band, don't get me wrong I loved the band, and the guys, but I wouldn't ever break up the happy threesome. That would be wrong to do that just for my own happiness, and I really badly didn't want them to hate me, though I suspected they already did, for actually hanging around for as long as I did. At least I was gone now, and if I ever was caught, I would try and be happy for them, and stay out of their way, until I got the chance to run off again.