Nowhere Left To Run

by corruptedPOV

'I had to get out of here, I had to, why should I be here anyway? They'll be better off without me.' With that thought, Tom runs away, but what will happen when the guys get him back, he's just not the same. Will Danny be able to help Tom, or will this destroy him too? slash. Flones and Pudd, bit of Floynter and OT3/OT4

36. Chapter 36

evilneevil - :(

xxPUDDxx - always got to have a bit of Pudd to lighten up the place xD

70 Dannys POV

I tried to get a reaction from Tom for over 2 hours, and got squat, absolutely squat. Tom just ignored me, biting a hole through his lip, scratching his arm. "no, don't scratch your arm, please, don't scratch! Its bad to scratch, really bad to scratch. You'll never heal if you scratch the scabs off." I reached out to pull his hands away, then thought the better of it, falling back onto my bum and sitting down properly. I was not making the same mistake twice, I was going to stay with Tom this time, all night if I had to, it would be worth it to hear his voice, or see some sort of reaction that wasn't scratching his arm.

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, where I heard Harry shout out that him and Dougie were going home, there was dinner ready if we wanted it, and the door close. "so, erm, you wanna go eat?" I asked, feeling so awkward it was unbelievable. I had never been awkward around Tom, well, I had been when we first met, but after years of friendship, and after being lovers for 4 of them, I was sure that we would never be awkward with each other. Of course, I didn't get an answer, and I could actually feel my heart slowly breaking because of it. I hadn't thought that seeing Tom sit, curled in a ball in a corner, staring at some point and not moving would hurt so much. Having him back shouldn't have hurt this much, it was like he was still gone, but his body was around just to torture me some more.

"I don't care if you don't respond, I'm bringing you your dinner anyway, its your choice whether or not you eat it." I tried to use a warning tone, it didn't work, I cared too much for the blonde to even pretend to be angry with him. Trying not to think about it, I ran downstairs, grabbing the dinner that had been prepared for us, carefully trying to run back upstairs again without dropping it. The rice wasn't exactly warm, but it was better than nothing, and it didn't taste too bad. "Tom, come on, eat something, its been 36 hours since you last ate! And that isn't healthy, especially when your still weak from not eating for such a long time! Its just rice, its not going to hurt to eat it!" I encouraged, wanting to see Tom eat something, I would feel better if I saw him eat something, hell I would be ecstatic to see him move!

I encouraged him for another 10 minutes and gave up, calling it a night, seeing this would soon become a pattern. "okay, well, I'm going to go to bed now, its getting late. Your should get to bed yourself, its been a long day." I sighed, getting up. Tom ignored me again, and let me go. "Tom, if your staying up, eat something, if not, go to bed, don't just sit there. You'll waste away if you do that." I sighed again, bending down in front of him and kissing his forehead, hearing him whimper, before I left, wishing him a good night.

71 Harrys POV

In the morning, when I woke up, Dougie was curled up in my arms, head resting on my chest. His left hand was curled around my shoulder, his right holding the shirt he was wearing. It was Toms, and he had taken it from the collection of clothes Tom had at Dannys, and he wore it every night now, and said he would until Tom was talking and happy again. In a way, I found it quite sweet, that he was wearing his best friends shirt, so he felt close to him, and was refusing to sleep the night without it. But in another way, it broke my heart, to see him so desperate for Tom that he was now wearing his shirt just to feel close.

I sighed loudly and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, thanking god he hadn't done something similar to Tom, and didn't want to run away from me. He was happy, and I was so glad he would talk to me when he thought something was wrong. "don't ever do a Tom, don't you dare." I whispered, trying not to wake him, squeezing him close. "huh? Of course I won't! I won't ever run off." Dougie mumbled, half asleep, nuzzling into my neck. "good, cause you'll break my heart if you do." I kissed his shoulder and wrapped him into my arms, making sure he felt loved.

"I wouldn't ever run off, or ignore you, I love you too much for that. And don't you ever do that to me either, cause I'll end up worse than Danny." Dougie warned, hand tightening on my shoulder. "I wouldn't ever do that Dougs, I promise. Why would I ever leave you anyway? I love you, with everything, why would I want to run away?" I tightened my grip on him slightly, trying to get my point across that I loved him, and wouldn't ever run away for whatever reason.

Finally, we decided to get up, going round to Toms, seeing that the door was unlocked. "sh*t." Dougie whispered, before he ran off, checking downstairs. I ran upstairs, hoping to god Danny had just turned up early, not left the door unlocked the night before. "Tom? Tom, are you here?" I called out, checking every cupboard and room possible, finally finding him in his music room. Tom was on the floor, curled in on himself, fast asleep. At first I thought it was pretty cute, but then I saw the tear tracks drying on his face, and my heart broke.