"Turn that f*cking thing down!" Harry yelled at Dougie. Dougie quickly turned the TV off and ran out of the room. I sat there for a few seconds, wondering what to do. I couldn't really talk to Harry right now, he looked as if he was about to rip me apart. I can't talk to Danny, we haven't been talking all day, and Dougie doesn't have a clue about anything that's going on.

I sighed and just looked at my lap for a moment. "Do you know about this?" Harry turned towards me, glaring. "No? Know about what..." I reply quietly. He half spat/coughed, "You can ask him all about it, I'm sure he'd love to tell you."

I didn't know whether to reply or not, I just stood up and slowly edged my way over to the door of the bedroom. I knocked on it, quietly. "Danny?" I called. I could hear quiet sobs, I have to talk to him. I slowly opened the door and saw him with his head in his hands crouched up on his bunk. I shut the door quickly behind me and sat down next to him. I didn't know what to say...

"Dan..." I started

"Go away!" He turned to look at me but just burst out crying again.

"No! Danny!" I put my arm around him and rubbed his back.

"What do you want?" He sounded quite angry, but weak.

"Danny, just to talk to you..." I tried to comfort him more, before attacking him with lots of questions.

"What the hell happened between you and Harry? He looks like he's about to destroy all of us and the tour bus!" I shout, and then remembering that he's only in the room next to us.

"Tom... please don't be angry at me...," he whispered, wiping his eyes.

My heart started pounding faster and faster, what the hell has he done? Has he done something illegal? My mind swept through with questions, but all I managed to splutter out was "What?"

"Tom... you know I told you I had a weird dream this morning..."

"Yeah..." Oh god what is he gonna say? I thought.

"My dream was about us."

I sat there for a few seconds, not saying anything. My dream was about us. Is that really what he just said? Is this what I think it is? Did Danny Jones have a dream about me, Tom Fletcher?

"I woke up feeling weird, it didn't feel like a dream... And then you were sitting next to me when I awoke... It just felt strange."

I sat there thinking about whether I should say something. I opened my mouth to talk but was interrupted by him, "Tom, I think I might be attracted to you..."

My hearts beating 10 times as much as it should be, I feels like it's about to explode out of my chest. "Did he just say that?" then I realised I said that out loud, and clapped a hand to my mouth quickly.

"Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything!" he jumped up and was walking towards the door when I quickly ran over to him and pushed him against the wall so he couldn't get away.

"Dan, I love you, I have ever since I met you when we stared McFly." I pressed my lips to his red ones, and it felt exactly, but better than I'd always dreamt of for years, I couldn't believe this was happening! He kissed back, and we stood with our lips locked for a few minutes, until he pulled away. "I love you too, Tom." I smiled, and he pulled me over to sit next to him on his bunk.

"Tom..." he started.

"Yeah?" I replied, smiling into those blue eyes.

"There' s only one problem about this."

"What? What's that?" I said, worried.

"Harry." He nodded towards the room which Harry was sitting in, as the corners of my smile slowly went down.