30 Danny's POV

Natasha's office was nice, for a psychiatrist's office anyway. It was nicely decorated with pale blue walls, and only a few pictures up on the walls, mostly of calming things like sunsets. Nothing like what I imagined... then again I had been imagining white padded walls, no colour or life, and a feeling that everything you said was wrong. This was completely different, like everything said in this room was safe, that we were safe here. Problems could be solved here, things could be discussed, and everything would be fine.

"Okay, well I know Tom, why don't you three introduce yourselves?" Natasha started, sitting behind her desk, which also wasn't that opposing, or scary looking.

"Well, I'm Harry, this is Dougie, and that's Danny. And Buzz is obviously over there with Tom." Harry pointed to everyone in turn.

"And you know that I'm Natasha. How about if we start from the beginning, how has this come about?" she leant back, looking very open to whatever we said.

But none of us knew how to start, how did we even start to explain this? How did you ever explain that everything has gone wrong, that your best friend's wife abused him emotionally and had utterly wrecked him? How did you explain that, especially when the person you were talking about was in the room, and believed you were all there to help him learn how to parent, so he could keep his son?

"Tom, how about if you start." Natasha prompted after a few minutes of silence.

"O-Okay. I erm... my wife, she, she left suddenly. She couldn't... she couldn't take trying to handle me anymore, and she left. A-And I can't... I'm useless, at everything. We're, we're here so you could possibly teach me how to look after Buzz, so, so he isn't taken from me." Tom looked so utterly ashamed of himself as he said it. No matter how many times he repeated this lie, he always looked ashamed. Like he was waiting for someone to hear what he was saying, and to agree with him, and do something terrible to him because of it.

I was suddenly very thankful Buzz was barely a year old, so he didn't understand a word of what his father was saying. The poor boy would be scarred for life if he could understand what Tom was saying about himself.

"And why would Buzz be taken from you? What exactly makes you useless?" Natasha asked gently, though I could tell she was worried for the answer.

"Because I'm useless, at everything. I don't feed him right, put him to bed on time, play with him wrong. I can't do the shopping correctly, or keep the house clean, I'm never home because we as a band are so busy usually, when I am home I can't be social like everyone else is. I can't do the simplest thing by myself, or stop Buzz from crying when he's upset. I neglected her in our relationship, so I'll probably end up neglecting Buzz too." Tom's voice cracked, my brain was screaming at me to hold him, to tell him he was wrong, that this was all completely wrong. But I couldn't, I couldn't interrupt him now, and even if I could, I couldn't get him to believe me anyway.

"I just, I just probably shouldn't be allowed to look after him. Not without help anyway. He deserves better than me." Tom whispered, pulling his son closer to his chest. Buzz didn't seem to notice, too busy playing with the toy he had brought with him.

"What changed your mind?" Natasha asked, "Why did you decide to keep Buzz, and not give him away, if you thought it best for him?" what kind of a question was that?! Wasn't that reinforcing Tom's belief that he shouldn't be a dad?

"I love him, with everything. He's, he's everything. I didn't want to send him away, not if I didn't have to. So when Harry said you could help me be a better father, I agreed straight away. I want to learn, I want to be good to him, want him to feel loved and happy, and if I can do that, I will." Tom answered, with so much conviction, "I'm not good at learning things, but I can learn this, I'll do everything I can to learn how to be good for Buzz."

"Alright, well I may be able to help you here. But to get a real idea of what needs to be worked on, I think I need to talk to your friends first. They're more objective than you are, as to what needs to be worked on. Would you mind waiting outside for a bit while we talk?" Natasha was saying this like it was normal. Like this was actually normal, that Tom's thoughts were real. It made me feel sick, even though I knew we had to go along with it for now.

"O-Okay." Tom paled; I didn't even want to think of what he was thinking of right now.

"We won't be discussing the option of you losing Buzz, don't worry. We are just talking about areas of improvement for you." Natasha smiled, how could she read his mind like that? Why couldn't I do that? Why wouldn't we all read his mind and reassure him like that?

"I, I know." Tom nodded, looking like he didn't believe a word, "I'll be outside." He stood, leaving with Buzz again. Which left me, Harry, Dougie and Natasha, to talk about what was really going on around here.