44 Danny's POV

I didn't feel right, letting Tom hide himself away during the evenings, it felt like he was shutting us all out, hiding away for some reason. In fact, I didn't just feel 'not right' about letting Tom hide away, it felt down right mean to let him do it. He was so alone during the day, despite our tries to get him to talk and join in, I couldn't let him continue into the night too, could I?

It felt wrong, he was alone, upstairs, hiding from everyone. He shouldn't have been doing that, he needed more socialisation, he had been alone for so long. He needed love, and acceptance, and to feel included. Not just including Buzz in things, not just letting us join in with his son, but he needed to be included in parts of adult life too. He needed to relax, to let his hair down and do something for himself for once. Everything Tom did, was for Buzz, or for all of us, he needed to do something for him. Something that wasn't hiding from everyone, at least.

"Maybe we should invite him to watch a film." I suggested, looking up at the ceiling, like it was magically bring Tom down to us.

"Could do, think he'd go for it though?" Harry asked, "It doesn't involve talking much, but it's still kinda social."

"No idea, possibly worth a try though... What is he doing up there, anyway?" did any of us even know that much? He'd come up with a lot of excuses, but how could we know if any were true? What if he was just watching over Buzz all night, in case we stole him away, or out of over-protectiveness?

"He's writing songs, isn't he?" Dougie glanced up too. I had a vague feeling that that was what he was doing, but was he really writing songs? I had a feeling he wasn't. I don't know why, but I just had this feeling that he was just hiding. Maybe so he didn't have to talk to others, maybe to avoid questions. Who knew anymore with Tom?

"That could be a way in actually, do either of you two have any songs you haven't finished, or need help with, or opinions?" Harry turned to Dougie and I, looking at us like we were the only hope here. Harry didn't really come up with songs himself, he came up with drum beats afterwards, and helped us with lyrics on occasion. So Dougie and I were the only ones who were really could help in this.

"Not really no, I only have vague ideas floating around." Dougie shrugged, he did like to work in vague ideas, instead of physical words, until we officially started writing songs again.

"Not much here either. Nothing I could really show Tom." I shrugged too, I basically only had a few voice recordings that I needed to develop into actual guitar sounds. I never showed any voice recordings to anybody, always waited until I had translated it into guitar or piano.

"Shit. Alright, how about if you go up, try and get him to come down to see a film, if not, then maybe see if he wants to collaborate on some writing." Harry suggested, I nodded, heading up the stairs, taking several calming breaths as I did so.

After quickly checking on Buzz, making sure he was asleep, I found Tom in his music room, as I thought I would. He was sat with his acoustic guitar, idly plucking the strings.

"Hey mate, we were thinking of putting on a film, wanna come join?" I leant against the door frame, trying to look casual.

"Huh?" Tom looked up, "Oh, erm... No thank you, I'm, I'm on a bit of a role at the moment."

"Oh, anything we can hear?" I tried to look as open and inviting as possible.

"Er, not at the moment, it's not ready yet." Tom shook his head, looking away, down at his guitar.

"Ah, maybe I could help then? It's been a while since we worked together on a song." I sat down on the floor next to him, just like always. And it had been so long since we had worked together, at least a year. God, had it been that long? I hadn't noticed time passing like that, damn that wife of his. Again. For the thousandth time.

"I, erm..." Tom hesitated.

"Oh come on, it's been ages, let's have a night of song writing, just like when we were younger." I encouraged him, rubbing my hands together.

"O-Okay." Tom smiled hesitantly.

"Great, where do you want to start?" mission, accomplished!