24 Harry's POV

Waking up in the morning, I was filled with a sense of dread about what was going to happen now. We were going to be talking to Tom about what his wife had told him, going to be hopefully finding out the extent of what had happened to him. I really could have done with never finding out what his wife had done to him, but it was necessary, we had to find out, had to figure out exactly what had happened, no matter how painful. If not just to figure out how to fix Tom back to how he was, or at least find out why he was acting the way he did.

The main problem was going to be the whole 'taking Buzz away' mentality. Tom didn't believe us last night when we said that we wouldn't dare take his son away from him; I doubted that that would change today. But we had to try, and if trying to reassure him didn't work, well, time would, because Buzz wasn't going anywhere. He was staying with Tom, no matter what.

With a sigh, I rolled out of bed, waking up a half asleep Dougie, who had only gone half to sleep thanks to exhaustion, and a Danny who looked like he hadn't even closed his eyes once during the night. Not the best conditions, but we would have to work with it. None of us were going to relax any time soon anyway; we had to get the bad things out of the way, and then try to calm things down afterwards.

Tom took a while longer to arrive downstairs with us; it was well after breakfast in fact. And God, he looked like a wreck, he wasn't okay in the slightest. He looked like he'd spent the night crying, and still looked like the slightest poke would set him off again. But, he was clearly freshly showered, hair done, dressed in reasonable clothes.

Buzz was sat in his car seat, playing with a toy giraffe, none the wiser to the state of his dad, or the fact that he was carrying a large bag.

"Tom..." I would be lying to say I hadn't anticipated something to do with the idea of Buzz leaving, but to see that he'd packed all of his bags and gotten ready to leave, after last night's insistence about keeping him, was heart breaking. Tom's face said it all; he truly thought that we would take Buzz off him, and that he believed that he wasn't able to look after his son properly.

"Just, just m-make sure he, he goes to s-someone who c-can look after him. W-Who will love him, p-please." Tom could barely speak; he wouldn't even fight us, if we took the baby from him. He would actually let us take him; all the fight in him was gone. He was accepting this as inevitable, that fighting was useless. He believed that this was best for Buzz. He actually believed that.

"Tom, no. We're not, we're not taking Buzz away, he's staying here, with you." I found it hard to speak, trying to figure out what this meant in my head. The amount of emotional abuse involved, it was huge... it was... how couldn't we have noticed this? How didn't we notice what was going on?

"D-Don't, j-just don't." Tom pleaded, "I, I can't."

"You can, because you are more than capable of looking after him. You are more than capable." I tried again, "Put these down, and we'll talk about it, alright?"

"D-Don't try a-and convince me I-I can't do it, I know, I know a-already." Tom was shaking, his whole body was shivering almost violently as he tried desperately to hold in the tears.

"That's not what we're going to say," Danny spoke up, edging closer.

"That is something we would never say Tom, I swear. Just, sit down a minute, and we'll talk all about it, alright?" I took the bag of Buzz's things, placing it on the floor, wishing I could do the same to the poor child, before the car seat was dropped by accident.

"Please, just talk to us; we can sort all of this out together." Danny pleaded, offering a watery smile.

"O-Okay." Tom gave in, collapsing into a chair.

Now, to try to get to the bottom of this.