Oh my god I haven't updated this story for WAY TO LONG!
I am sooo sorry I have just been so busy!
But here is another chapter, I hope it's good and I hope it won't take this long again to update the story again. =S
Btw I have now also written another story, called Four in the afternoon. Its also about Mcfly, so check it out if you want ;)
Chapter 10
Danny's POV
Not long after Dougie and Harry had gone to their bedroom, me and Tom decided it was time for us to pull back to our new rooms as well. Actually, Tom was the one who said he was going to bed, and I just agreed and followed him. I would have to get up early tomorrow, because I had to work at the restaurant. So it wasn't such a lame idea to go to bed early. Though Tom looked a bit annoyed. He stepped through the door behind me and pushed it shut, then let out a frustrated groan. I frowned at him with a slightly amused look on my face.
'What's up?' I asked.
'That Laryssa girl, is so annoying!' Tom spat out. 'She irritates the hell out of me.'
I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Tom looked at me confused.
'What?' He asked irritated, but I spotted some amusement as well in his voice.
'Well... Mate, that was kinda obvious actually when we were sitting with them. Everytime she merely said something you're face just... You're priceless.'
Tom looked at me with a weird expression, obviously not sure how to take that last remark.
'Don't you think she's annoying?' He asked me.
I hesitated. I actually didn't think she was that bad.
'Nah... I don't know, dude.' I just answered and Tom just shook his head.
'Well anyway, I like this appartment.' He said changing the subject. I grinned at him again.
'Yeah, it's cool.' I answered, 'Which bed do you want, by the way? Left or right one?'
'Uhm, don't really care, shall I just take the one on the right side?' Tom answered and I shrugged. I went to search for my pyjamas in my suitcase, and I heard Tom rummage around in his as well. I undressed to my boxers, completely unashamed of standing in my boxers in front of Tom, but I felt him staring at me. I flashed a grin at him.
'What?' I asked, and he quickly looked away, continuing to search through his suitcase while the pyjama bottoms he was gonna wear was already on his bed.
'Nothing,' he mumbled and I shrugged, then pulled my pyjama pants on, not bothering to put my pyjama shirt on. I didn't feel that cold. Tom was still on the floor, not facing me, I had the faint idea that he felt slightly embarrassed to undress in front of me. I frowned confused. I had never met a boy who was ashamed to stand in his boxers, so this I found weird. I decided to just not mention it, and I took my toothbrush and went to the bathroom.
When I came back Tom was now dressed in his pyjamas, pants and shirt.
'Man, you gonna sleep in that?' Tom looked at me frowning.
'Yeah why?' He asked cautiously.
'Well, don't you think it's too hot to sleep in your full pyjama's?' I asked.
'No.' He said shortly, then left the room to brush his teeth as well. Tom acted so weird suddenly. What was up with him?
I climbed in my bed and shortly after Tom re-entered the room and looked at me.
'Im sorry if I sound bold, or something. Im just tired.' He appologised. I shook my head.
'Don't worry about it.' I told him, and he smiled, then got in his bed on the other side of the small room.
Tom's POV
I felt bad when I got in my bed and pulled the blanket around me. Danny was right, it was a bit too hot to sleep in full pyjamas, but I didn't want him to see my naked chest, or legs for that matter. He couldn't see the bruises on my body, that I had hidden from everyone for so long. I wanted to have a good time here, to have fun and not have to think about the past anymore, even though the past was just 4 days ago. I still wore the bruises from the beating I got four days ago as a birthday present from Cal. But if Danny'd see the bruises he would either not want anything to with me anymore, or he'd start to worry and he'd want to talk about it to help me. And I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want help, I just wanted to forget about it. I wanted the bruises to fade and to forget the reasons for the scars I had and to leave it all behind me. I thought it was going the right way when me and Danny decided to share a room with four other teenagers. I thought this would help me forget what I couldn't forget the first three days on my own. But it only helped me for a short while, because now it was all coming back to me. What if Cal would start to look for me? Or what if he would start to hit my mom more or even beat her up now that he didn't have me anymore to rage against? Would my mom miss me? Because I sure as hell missed her, and I don't care how pathetic that may seem for someone who is eighteen. I was so worried about her now, and a bit afraid that Cal would start to look for me. He would be so angry when he found out that I had run away from home. What if he turned all that anger towards my mom and beated her to a bloody mess this time? A wave of fear and guilt washed over me and I started to breath heavier. What was I supposed to do? Should I go back? To protect my mom again by taking all the beatings? Or should I continue to save myself? Guilt run washed through my body, making me feel slightly nausious. Suddenly I couldn't stop myself and I bolted upright, and picked up my cell phone from the night stand. I heard Danny push himself up and I heared him ask: 'What are you doing, Tom?' when I dialed in a number on my phone. My moms cell phone.
'Just checking something, sorry.' I said softly. The phone rang and rang... But my mom didn't pick. Would she be in bed already? It was about ten-thirty. So she'd probably be still awake. I dialed the number again when it jumped to voicemail.
'What's up Tom?' Danny asked curious and confused, now sitting upright in his bed, looking at me. I didn't answered, a cold wave of nausia washing through me when my mom didn't pick up her phone again. I swore loudly then threw the phone to my nightstand again. Should I maybe dial our home number? But what if Cal would be the one picking up? I didn't want to ever hear his voice again. I had problems with breathing now. Why didn't my mom pick up the phone?
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