17 Danny's POV

I hated agreeing to this, agreeing to take Tom to the psychiatrist, it felt like such a betrayal. It was for the right reasons, but damn it I hated the idea of taking him to the guy again, knowing that he was going to hate us for it. It needed to be done, to make him feel better, so he could go back to how he was. Still felt wrong though, so damn wrong. Damn it.

For the rest of the week, I watched Tom like a hawk, just in case there was any sign of improvement in him. Anything to stop us from taking him to the shrink. I saw nothing though, he was still too quiet, still too closed off, still apologising too much. It wasn't right, wasn't improving, wasn't doing anything but spiralling. We had to take him, damn it we had to take him.

"This feels wrong." I tried one last time, crossing my arms across my chest, feeling my stomach churn at the idea.

"It's for the best Danny, really, it is. He's struggling, he needs help." Harry sighed, at least looking sympathetic.

"It still doesn't feel right, he's going to be so upset." I almost wanted to cry, imagining Tom's reaction. If he thought that he needed to apologise repeatedly for the smallest of things, what was he going to do when we took him to a psychiatrist? He was going to freak, and probably cry, and panic and get into a right state. I didn't want to see him in a state, didn't want to put it in that state.

"It's for the best though, he'll get better afterwards, and things will be easier. He'll be able to cope better, everything's too much right now." Harry explained, rubbing my shoulder.

"Fine, I just... I don't feel right about this." we had never done something like this before. Even when Dougie had had to go into rehab, even though we had driven him there, it wasn't the same. That wasn't behind his back, we weren't lying to anybody, it was all done with everyone in the know. This was lying and cheating, and... and it just felt wrong to me.

"I don't either." Dougie spoke up, shuffling around on the spot.

"None of us do, but if we don't, Tom's going to keep on spiralling. We can give him a lift and the chance to get better by taking him." Harry reasoned, which was also true.

"Okay, tomorrow then?" today was too late, and Tom seemed more stressed than usual.

"Yeah, tomorrow." Harry and Dougie agreed, before we went back to the kitchen, where Tom was feeding Buzz his dinner.

The evening was quiet, Buzz going up to sleep at his usual time. Tom didn't come back down again, instead stayed upstairs to continue writing the song he was working on. When I offered help, I was declined, which was disappointing. If Tom was working though, I respected that, he seemed to need some alone time, I wasn't going to take that from him either.

Eventually though, we all headed to bed, trying to get some sleep, as it was going to be a long day tomorrow. A long day nobody was going to enjoy in the slightest.

But, the problem was, Buzz wouldn't stop crying. Buzz seemed to be constantly crying tonight for some reason, and while I could hear Tom trying to calm him down, it didn't seem to be doing much. It felt like there was no let up at all, just Buzz's solid tears, which wasn't normal. He usually at least stopped for a while, but tonight he was not stopping. So I decided to go down and see what was going on.

Heading towards Tom's room, Buzz's cries were getting louder, along with Tom making 'shushing' noises. But Tom was also running around, with Buzz in his arms as he was calming him, trying to quiet his son down as best he could.

"Shh Buzz, shh. Come one, you need to calm down, please calm down." Tom was saying as I opened the door.

"Tom, what's going on?" I asked, making the two jump.

"Danny! Nothing, nothing's going on." Tom was panicky, incredibly panicky. Something was very, very wrong.

"No Tom, seriously, what's going on?" I looked around the room, noticing the open suitcase, "Wait, why are you packing a bag?!" that didn't... why was he packing a bag?!

"I, I can't... You can't..." Tom stuttered, clutching Buzz closer to himself as the baby cried harder.

"Tom." I stepped further into the room, making him step back against the wall.

"Please, please don't take Buzz from me. O-Or send me away, p-please." Tom begged. What!?