xxPUDDxx - haha! well, we'll have to wait and see what happens to him... xD and awesome! :)

98 Dannys POV

I was practically rocking back and forth in my room at my parents house, itching to hurt myself, the need was eating away at me, killing me slowly. I had to do it, I had to cut another line into my arm, the need was starting to get really, really awful now, I had to cut or do something now! The panic from Tom not kissing back had been building up now for 2 days, I was practically shivering with stress. He didn't kiss back, he didn't love me, he didn't love me anymore! I had messed up so much he didn't love me anymore, it was all my fault, why had I been so stupid as to think that Tom had been fine?! How did I possibly believe he would be alright after a while?! Why couldn't I have been the perfect boyfriend, the one who was devoted to his other half, who actually noticed when the one they loved the most was about to run away and go so far downhill?

"Danny, what are you doing up here all on your own, huh? Come downstairs, your here to see everyone again, why are you hiding?" Vicky made me jump, breaking my thoughts. "I, er...just thinking." I half smiled, trying not to look like I was in serious need of a razor blade. "about Tom?" Vicky knew me too well, sitting down next to me. "yeah, as always. He's so fragile right now, I'm just worried about him." I sighed, downplaying it a little so she didn't worry about either of us. "he'll be alright. Carries with him, he'll be fine with her around, you never know, he might come out of his shell a little, and have some fun. It might cheer him up a little, just wait and see...and stop worrying. Now come on, you're coming with me now and you can't say no!" Vicky got up, grabbing my cut arm and dragging me downstairs.

It took everything inside me not to scream in pain, rip my arm out of her grip and run away so she couldn't tell what was wrong. Burning pain was searing up my arm, making it throb with every one of my heart beats. Please don't feel the cuts, please don't feel the cuts. My head begged whatever higher power there was out there, I couldn't be found out, I didn't want to be found out, no-one would trust me again if they saw the cuts criss-crossing my arms. I sighed in relief when she let me go, and flopped down on the sofa, not giving me weird looks or anything. "ah, finally decides its time to show his face then?" my mum teased, smiling up at me from the sofa, "what were you doing up there anyway?" she carried on, and I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to talk about how nervous I was for Tom, and how nervous I was thinking about the fact that I kissed him, and that now, I needed to cut so bad it was killing me. "nothing, just thinking, and don't say that you need to send a search party cause I'll get lost in thought!" I joked instead, fake smiling and hoping everyone believed me. Everyone laughed and seemingly believed me, so I sat down and tried my best to act normal, put the thoughts of Tom and razors and kisses and unresponsive lips to the back of my mind.

99 Harrys POV

I sat on the sofa, smiling as Dougie blew raspberries on his 5 year old cousins, George, belly, making the little boy squeal. Dougie was grinning as the little boy screamed in delight, and I knew how much he missed his beloved cousin. He always used to see George as much as possible, though this year we hadn't had time, too busy looking after Danny. This was almost like therapy for him, and it made me so happy to see Dougie laughing and giggling.

"little George is going to be eaten by the Dougie monster! Rawr!" Dougie laughed, coming up for air for a minute, still tickling the blonde boy. "no! Don't Dougie no!" George squealed, uselessly kicking his legs. "Dougie monster can't eat little George because its Georges bed time!" Dougies mum, Sam, sighed, giving her son and nephew a loving look. "aw man! It can't be 8 yet!" Dougie pouted, picking up a giggling George and hugging him close. "yes it is, its Georges bed time! But you two can bathe him and take him to bed if you want." Sam rolled her eyes, used to Dougies pouting by now. "fine, come on Haz, you can help me." Dougie gave in, knowing he had about half an hour left with his favourite cousin. I got up and held onto one of Georges hands, Dougie was on the other side, the both of us leading him to the bathroom.

We ran the bath and put George in, helping him wash, well, I did, Dougie was too busy playing with the bubbles. At the moment, he was giving George a bubble beard, and blowing the left over ones so they floated through the air, still making the little one laugh. "Dougs, don't get him too excited, or he won't sleep!" I teased, with a little warning left in it. "yes he will, he'll be fine, trust me, I've done this 1000 times." Dougie whispered in my ear, looking so carefree I couldn't make him stop his playing. He had been so worried about Tom all year, how could I stop him from having fun now, before we started going back to interviews and photoshoots, which would surely run Tom and Danny down even more?

"can you read me a story? Before I go to bed, please?" George asked, looking particularly at Dougie, knowing he would give in. "alright, we'll read you a story too if you insist." I smiled, wiping away the bubble beard and picking the boy up, drying him off with a towel. Dougie helped me dress him in Thomas the Tank Engine pyjamas, tucking him into bed. "what story do you want Georgey?" Dougie asked, stroking the boys hair. "erm, Harry Potter!" George giggled, squeezing his teddy bear. "you can't have that! Its way too long! Choose a short story!" I laughed, deciding to enjoy the childs cuteness for a while and try to not let it remind me of Tom. "but I want the real Harry to read it to me! And your here, so why not?" George grinned at me, and even though I found it cute, the grin didn't work on me. "I can't read you it today, just before bed time, but I'll read it to you some other time, when we have more time." I sighed, so Dougie didn't give in and grab the book now. "I'll do all the monsters for you too, don't worry. Now, there's loads of other books we can read to you, come on, which one? How about...Horrid Henry?" Dougie pulled a random book, and George nodded.

I did most of the reading, and Dougie did all the monsters, and appropriate sound effects when they were needed, making George giggle. He was slowly falling asleep, leaning on Dougie side, his little hand holding onto Dougies larger one. By the last line, he was asleep, curled between the both of us. "aw, he's so cute! I might just stay up here for a while with him." Dougie whispered, continuing to stoke the tiny 5 year olds hair. "alright, I'll stay with you." I shuffled down the bed, knowing that really, it was too small for the 3 of us, but, it was worth it, to see Dougies smile.