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4) Harrys POV

"Danny what are you doing?" I asked, running outside, noticing him shouting down the road at nothing. "someone was there, looking in Toms window, they can't look in Toms house, its his!" Danny pointed to the end of the road, where the sound of a car driving off sounded. "Danny, your sleep deprived, your imagining things, come inside and go back to sleep before you wake up the neighbours." I sighed, putting an arm around the brunette and dragging him inside.

"you were sleeping just a minute ago, what happened?" I sat Danny down on the sofa, getting a bit worried for his mental state. "you know I can't sleep for long, I never can without knowing Toms safe. So I woke up, went and sat by the window, and saw someone at Toms house." Danny explained, laying down and curling up on his side. "okay then, well, its time for bed anyway, you coming with us?" I held out my hand for him, dragging him upstairs to his room, to find that Dougie had already crawled into bed and fallen asleep.

"your so lucky Harry, to have a lover who won't run away from you, will marry you, and love you with everything." Danny whimpered from behind me, and I could hear how he wanted to cry. "yeah, but Doug is different to Tom in some ways. He isn't as self conscious as Tom is, twice as shy, but he isn't affected by what everyone says about him. Tom takes everything to heart, and judging by the note he left behind, that was his problem. I'm sure when he has sorted his head out and calmed down, he'll come to his senses and come home. Now, calm down and get into bed, get some sleep. You never know, Tom could be home tomorrow!" I honestly tried to not make it sound too bad, or make it sound like Tom had a mental illness, which caused him to think he had to run away. Secretly, thats what I suspected happened, because, lets just say, Tom wasn't exactly the most...emotionally stable person. He had something similar to manic depression, I think, where he would be fine for weeks, months even, then one thing would happen and BOOM, he would be depressed for a month over that one thing. The only reasonable explanation as to why he had run off, after being a little depressed, was that someone had said something to him, or done something, to convince him that something was wrong with him, and he had run off, and would return when he thought he had perfected it. Personally, I also thought Carrie was covering for him as well, and actually knew where he was, but if she thought he was fine for the time being doing whatever he was doing, then I guessed he was okay.

"don't lie to me, he isn't coming back." Danny grumbled but got into bed. "hey, thinking like that definitely won't bring him back, will it? Think a little more positive, cause you never know, Tom could come home tomorrow." I encouraged, getting in as well, thankful for having long arms so I could hold him and Dougie at the same time.

5) Dannys POV

1 month, 2 months, 4 months, 5 and a half months, 5 and a half freaking months since Tom first disappeared and the only sign that Tom was alive were a few cash with drawls. £20, random days of the week, with different cash points around Covent Garden and the surrounding area. The police had checked literally everywhere any of us could think of in that area, and found no trace of Tom. I had spent my time sitting by the window, checking and making sure I was the first one to see Tom walking up the path, his hair shining in the sunlight, creating a halo on his head, his dimple digging deep into his cheek, his muscles just visible through his tshirt. But he never came, I never saw a sign or hint of a dimple, shining halo hair, or muscles.

Dougie sat with me a lot, looking down the other side of the road, making sure that he didn't come down that way. "any sign?" I would ask randomly, getting a head shake, or a 'no sign'. Each day I got more and more depressed, I wanted to see Tom so badly, I wanted to hold him in my arms, whisper 'I love you' in his ear, hold him until he felt no pain, make him feel safe in the scary world. Not being able to was slaughtering my insides, ripping them out like it was nothing, killing me slowly. I cried so much, I had never cried like this before, not even when my parents split up, this was a new level of pain, and I hated every second of it.

"Danny, stop looking at the window, you can't spend all your time looking through it." Harry sighed, pulling my shoulder to get me to move. "yes I can, Tom will come soon, and I'll be the first to see him." I whispered, never taking my eyes away from the path. "Danny, you can't sit here forever. And you'll always be the first to see him, you're the one who always answers the door! Just move away from the window, before you actually grow into it or something!" Dougie tried joking, pulling me as well. Between them, they managed to get me away from the window, but I kicked and screamed, crying out to be taken back. "let me go! Let me go! Take me back! I need to look for him!" I cried, needing to be taken back, I had to look out for Tom coming home, who else would look for him coming down the road? Who else would stop him if he carried on walking past, or went to one of our houses instead of his own? I had to be on the window sill, looking for him, or he could run away again.

"Danny, calm down. Stop worrying! Tom will ring the doorbell if he comes along, and you can answer the door first." Harry sighed, tightening his almost hulk-like grip on me. "b-but he needs me." I whimpered, giving up struggling and just letting myself be dragged off to the kitchen.