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95 Dougie's POV

I knew exactly what Danny and Harry were talking about, and even though it hurt a bit to know that they weren't talking to me too, I understood why. So I just carried on talking to Tommy and tried not to think about it, tried not to think about what was going on behind our clothing rack. Danny had just slipped, he was going to be back on track again from now, and he was going to be fine, just like always. He had to be. Because he was Danny, he was our bravest member, he slipped sometimes, but could mostly hold himself together. I didn't want him to be struggling like this, he shouldn't and didn't deserve it.

Eventually, Danny and Harry came out from their hiding place, the both of them looking quite glum. Danny looked so ashamed of himself, I couldn't help but run over and hug him, it wasn't right! Danny shouldn't have to feel like this! He needed a hug, he needed love! "hey, hey, whats with all the love Doug?" Danny gave me a smile, rubbing my back gently. "nothing, nothing. Just, you're my best friend, remember that, you're my best friend and I love you." I buried my face in his chest, unable to let him go. "aw Doug, you're my best friend too!" Danny said in that slightly teasing tone that everyone used when they thought I was being cute.

"I know, but I mean it! I really, really mean it! You're my best friend and you can talk to me at any point about anything bothering you, you shouldn't be sad, ever!" I whimpered, I realised I seriously sounded like Tom right now. Tom had said things like this to all of us, which wasn't exactly strange, but I really wish Danny would listen to me, he didn't usually listen to Tom, I wished he would listen to me though, not just humour me like he did with Tom. "alright, alright, I will Doug." Danny laughed a little, he didn't mean that. "no, seriously, don't suffer in silence. Please don't suffer in silence! Promise me, promise me you will talk to us!" I begged, "don't just humour me, promise me you will."

"okay Doug, I promise to talk to you both when something's up." Danny sounded like he meant it this time, giving me a tight squeeze. "good, cause you need to, you really need to." I whispered. "alright boys, ready to do our last interview?" Tommy broke us apart, I waited for Danny to nod before letting him lead us out of the safety of our dressing room. "you know, don't you?" Harry whispered, his hand gently resting on my hip for comfort. "yeah, I guessed when you hid behind the rail thing." I sighed, leaning on his shoulder. "ah I'm sorry Dougs. We weren't trying to lie to you or anything..." Harry whispered. "I know, you were trying to stop me worrying." I cut him off, joining out hands together. I knew why they did it, it didn't bother me, but I did wish they would make it slightly less obvious.

"okay... one last interview and then we're home for the night." Harry's voice got louder as we got nearer Danny, catching him up near the studio. "at last, I can't wait to go home." Danny gave us a small smile, fiddling with his fingers. "I'm with you on that one." Harry joked a little, rubbing my side gently. "good luck guys." Tommy gently pushed us towards the doors of the studio, all of us taking in a deep breath to calm our nerves. Again, the interviewer basically just ploughed into us about Tom's condition and whether or not we were telling the truth. I didn't know why no-one believed us when we said that Tom was getting better, we must have said it twenty times this week already, they all seemed intent on saying that we were lying, and saying that Tom wasn't going to be okay when we got him out. Everyone else was also sure that Tom and Danny had broken up, after our performance of POV, they were sure that they had broken up, when that was so far from the truth.

Both Tom and Danny, especially Danny, were so dedicated to each other, so in love with each other, they weren't broken up, or breaking up. I wished that everyone would just leave it alone, it wasn't funny, and it wasn't clever, it was just an excuse to try and break Danny down. I have no clue how he survived the performance, managing to stop himself shaking long enough to play The Heart Never Lies, his voice managing to sound as powerful and perfect as ever. I didn't fare so well, singing Tom's bits felt so wrong, it was like I was betraying him, pretending he didn't exist. It was so wrong to look over at Danny and not see Tom bouncing about on his other side, to hear his guitar and his voice harmonising with Danny's, it was just so... it just wasn't right, to see everything so different. It was ridiculous how just taking one person away from us could turn everything off kilter, but thats what had happened, and now it wasn't right at all to be singing Tom's song without him.

96 Danny's POV

Our performance could not have gone quicker, I needed off this stage, right now. I needed to be out of here, I needed to be far away from here, it was wrong. Tom wrote this song for me, he wrote The Heart Never Lies for me, to celebrate our first year together as a couple, and our fifth year of friendship. He had written it to tell me that he was ready to fight by my side if I ever needed any help, with whatever I needed help with. To sing it without him wasn't right, it was our song, it was our bands anthem. Singing 'McFly's here forever' without Tom there, to hear Dougie singing it instead of Tom, his voice wobbling a bit because he was emotional because this band meant everything to him, to us. It wasn't right, it shouldn't have been Dougie singing, it should have been Tom, or Tom should have been here at the least, playing and singing with us.

I felt so empty during the performance, it wasn't right, it wasn't... I just felt so traitorous. It was our song, meant to be played with the four of us there, Tom was supposed to sing with us, supposed to get so emotional during the song, he was supposed to be close to crying, and I was supposed to hug him and tell him I loved him at the end. I was not supposed to be walking off the set behind Harry and Dougie on my own, watching Harry give Dougie a reassuring squeeze, the tiny kid shaking a little after performing. I couldn't help but feel so alone, like I was betraying Tom, and it got worse every single performance we did. It was like I had a knife inside my chest, and every time we performed, it twisted and went that bit deeper in my chest.

"good performance guys, really good. I'm proud of you." Tommy put his hand on my shoulder, half dragging me back to our dressing room to pick up our stuff. "Harry, Dougie, can you pack up? I want to talk to Danny a minute." He carried on, the boys gave me a weird look, but shrugged and started to take our bags out. I started getting a bit worried, having a feeling that Tommy was going to shout at me or something. That was the one thing I didn't want to have, I was honestly trying so hard to be good and act like I was fine, trying to not let everything affect me, but it was so hard. I couldn't function without Tom here, I just wanted him home, to stop all this guilt and worry.

"Danny, be honest with me, how are you coping right now?" oh, I wasn't really expecting that. "not bad." I lied, still trying to avoid an argument. Or Tommy finding out what I had done, though he had probably guessed after Dougie's outburst. "Danny, I want an honest answer, not a lie. You can tell me if you're struggling, I can get you some help if you need it, or some time off, or whatever you need." Tommy made me sit on the sofa, sitting with me, looking so concerned for me. "I'm not struggling as you put it, I just... there's so much, so many reminders of Tom everywhere we go. And they're lying, trying to say that something's up, they're saying that we broke up, and we haven't! I just, I just hate what they're saying, and that Tom can't even defend himself right now. He's stuck there, and he doesn't have a chance to say anything himself." I gave in, explaining a little bit of what was bothering me. I didn't want Tommy to try and 'get me help' I was fine, I just slipped up last night, that was all. Nothing to worry about there.

"ah, alright. Are you also worried that it'll trigger Tom into doing something to himself too?" Tommy asked, I really wish he didn't know us as well as he did. "yeah, yeah I am." I whispered, hugging my knees, I didn't want to talk about this. This was the bit I didn't like, talking about Tom's problems without Tom there, I didn't want him to think that we were talking about him behind his back, or were disgusted by his problems, or anything like that. And thinking about us triggering him into harming himself again was the worst mental image I could think of, to think about seeing Tom, sweet precious Tom, carving more marks into his pale arm with a razorblade, his blood dripping out of his arm as tears fell down his face. I shuddered, that image would give me nightmares for life.

"well, he's in good hands who won't let him do anything to himself. And Tom's going to get the opportunity to explain himself once he gets out, and he'll be able set everything straight then." Tommy reassured me, I didn't believe him, that wasn't going to work, at all. The media would tear Tom apart once he got out, he wouldn't get a word in edgeways, none of us would. I tried to explain this but Tommy just kept on trying to reassure me and tell me that it would all be alright, but I couldn't believe it. I knew that it wouldn't be okay, and I was so worried about Tom and him slipping like I had, I could barely think anymore. I wanted to make sure that Tom was okay, to stop his urges, stop all the rumours and anything that could trigger him, it just all needed to stop.