LittleLouiseeee - its okay, i hope it doesn't make you too sad though! *offers hug*
47 Harry's POV
Danny moped around the house for hours when we got home, we had gone back to our house, to stop him from being reminded of Tom as much. It didn't seem to be working, seeing as he had gone back to Tom's and come back in his jumper, wrapped in his duvet. Now he was sitting on the sofa, looking forlornly at the TV, his guitar tucked up in his cocoon. "Dan, come on, we spent all day with Tom, thats got to count for something?" I encouraged him, I hadn't thought that Danny would be this depressed the day after bringing Tom home. Of course letting him go was going to hit him hard, but I had thought being able to have Tom home for a day would have kept him at least a little happier. But it currently looked like that hadn't happened, Danny was more depressed than ever.
"yeah it does. But you didn't see the tears, didn't have to stand there, completely powerless, as Tom got into that car. I promised him that I would come back today, and we were going to have the last of the cake." Danny answered, leaning on my side. "well we can do that tomorrow, can't we? And come on, just think of yesterday. That was a good day, wasn't it? To have Tom home and having fun, seeing him laugh and smile and everything." I gave him a smile, getting a ghost of one back. It still sort of freaked me out when Danny wasn't smiling properly. I was still so used to seeing a huge mega watt grin on Danny's face, that lit up the entire room, seeing a ghost of that, with eyes filled with pain, it wasn't right. Danny wasn't Danny without his huge smile and loud laugh that reverberated around the room.
"yeah, yesterday was a good day. Probably the last for a while though." Danny sighed, chewing on his lip, his fingers digging into his arm. "well then, how about if we start planning for the next one? That'll give us something to do." More like it would give Danny something to distract him from his depression. "yeah, okay, I better go do that." Danny reached out and grabbed a pen and paper, starting to write down ideas on a pad of paper. Of course he filled two pages by the time it was phone call time, which was when everything else stopped in the house, the four of us crowding around the mobile phone as it rang.
"is Tom Fletcher there and can he talk to us?" Danny asked, like he did every day. "I'll go see if he's available." A nurse seemed to walk off, Danny started chewing on his lip in anticipation, until the footsteps came back. Three sets if I could hear properly. "guys?" Tom whispered, he sounded so unbelievably sad, like he was close to tears. I could almost hear and feel our joined heartbreak at his voice. "yeah, its us Tommy." Danny answered him, still not releasing his lip. "and I'm here too Tom." Carrie piped up, holding Danny's hand, I think he needed that.
There was a little whispering on the other side of the line for a few seconds, before Tom was back. "whats up Tommy? You sound so upset!" Danny barely gave Tom a second to speak again, engulfing Carrie's hand in his own, reminding me so much of how him and Tom would hold hands. "I-I, I'm just so sorry. I-I didn't know I was ruining things this morning, I promise I didn't know. I-I'm sorry that I disappointed you and made you mad at me. And I'm sorry that I didn't say that I missed all of you, cause I do! I miss all of you, I don't just miss you Danny. I miss Harry, Dougie and Carrie too! I should have said it, and I didn't, I'm sorry!" Tom sounded like he burst into tears, his voice had been shaking and I don't think I had actually heard him sound so distraught, ever. "huh? Whats brought all this on Tommy? I don't understand, how have you ruined things?" Danny asked first, before any of us could get in there. He was tensing so much right now, it was like a single touch would make his body snap.
"you haven't ruined anything Tom." I weakly added in, not exactly sure what he was trying to say, but wanting to say something anyway. "d-don't be nice, please. I-I know that I did a bad thing and m-made you all mad. I'm so sorry, I-I didn't know," Tom gulped back more tears, "that you had been planning yesterday for ages. I-I'm sorry for ruining it. I-I don't know why I did it, I'm sorry that I d-did." Tom stuttered out, whimpering so loudly, though it was muffled, so very muffled, like he was talking through his hand. "you didn't ruin yesterday though! Yesterday was perfect Tom, I loved every minute of it, we all did. How do you think you ruined it?" I asked, yanking Danny's hand away from his mouth as he started to chew on his fingers. Not on his nails, on his actual fingers. "I freaked out when I had to come back here... I'm so sorry, so, so sorry. I'm so sorry for that...and for not thanking you for planning it. And for not saying that I missed you all." Tom sounded so ashamed of himself, like he honestly thought he had done something terribly wrong. It wasn't his fault that he wanted to stay in his house, or that he was so excited and happy and caught up in Danny that he forgot to say that he missed us too. We knew he did, he didn't have to physically say it, me and Dougie knew what Tom was like, we knew he missed us too.
48 Dougie's POV
The whole phone conversation broke my heart completely, to hear how Tom thought he had ruined yesterday by not telling he missed us all, and by fighting against Doctor Scott this morning. He was in tears with guilt, I could almost hear him shaking. I felt so sorry for him right now, the poor guy was terrified that we were disappointed in him. It reminded me so badly of last year, when Tom thought he couldn't do anything right. To know he felt like that, it was awful, I wished that I could stop making him feel so useless. I would have done anything to cheer him up.
"I-I have to go... I'm s-sorry, for ruining yesterday, and today. I m-miss all of you a lot." Tom whispered. "I know you do baby, we all miss you and love you a lot too." Danny replied through his nails, there was actually several shards of his nails on the floor in front of him right now. "we do, we promise. We all miss you too, and we know you miss us too." Harry quickly said before the line went dead and Danny head-butted the floor with a loud groan. "what the f*ck is that man telling him?" he groaned, muffled by the carpet. "I have no clue. But I guess he's just picking up on what we were doing yesterday I think and making stupid assumptions." Harry shrugged, taking the phone out of Danny's hand and holding it gently in his own instead.
"yeah probably, stupid tw*t should talk to us first before telling things to Tom and making it all twist up inside his head! Yesterday was supposed to make him happier, now that tw*t has ruined it!" Danny grumbled, managing to look up at us with worried eyes. "yeah I know. But we'll set things right tomorrow, won't we? Tell Tom how we really feel." Harry sent him an encouraging smile. "yeah, I know... you guys aren't annoyed that he didn't say anything to you, are you?" Danny's face dropped in worry, pulling himself up, wincing a little as his ribs obviously hurt.
"no, of course not. We know what Tom's like, he gets excited and he does mostly focus on you. We know he misses us too." I managed a smile too, knowing that neither me or Harry felt annoyed at Tom. He couldn't help it, he looked to Danny for literally everything, he knew we were there too, but Danny was his main, well, carer, we couldn't really get annoyed at him if he sometimes forgot to say something as small as he missed us. "we don't mind it Dan. Honestly." Harry agreed with me, rubbing Danny's arm gently.
That seemed to calm him down a little, and three hours later, Danny called it a night and went to bed, actually managing to fall asleep tonight. He seemed a bit more alive in the morning, and a little less worried, which was nice. And by the time we were at the hospital, he was managing to crack a smile when Tom came into our sight. He was sitting on his bed, looking at of the barred windows, hugging James the teddy close to his chest. "Tommy!" Danny ran up to his boyfriend, hugging him tightly. Tom suddenly jumped back into the room and must have realised we were all hugging him, because he suddenly burst into tears. "hey, hey whats wrong? Baby whats up?" Danny used the tone he always used when Tom started crying.