again, thank you for the comments! to know you're all enjoying this means a hell of a lot to me, so thank you. but if there is anything you think i can improve upon, please tell me, i'm always up for constructive critism!

xxPUDDxx - Tom doesn't realise Danny loves him because he's so set in his ideas that he can't understand the meaning behind Danny's words :/

partgirlgrace - don't cry! *hands tissue*

GalaxyDefender23 - Tom's my favourite too, i couldn't kill him off, i love him too much! xD

30 Dougies POV

For the rest of the day, Danny watched some home movies, grinning whenever he saw Tom and him hugging, or kissing, or anything that involved them interacting with each other. Though tears welled up in his eyes whenever one of them said 'I love you' to each other, or called one another a nickname they always called each other. "we'll get him back Danny, I promise, and you'll get to call him baby and whatever else you want." I encouraged, not wanting to see him cry again. "will I? You sure he won't hate me for not paying enough attention to him? Are you 100% sure that he will even want to come back here again? Cause if I was him, I wouldn't come back, I would stay away." Danny sighed, checking his phone to see if he had any texts, there were none, as usual.

"Danny, how many times? Tom will come back in his own time, he just wants some time on his own to get his head right. You know he has problems, he just needs some time to get his thoughts straight and he'll come back." Harry put his arm around Dannys shoulders, rubbing his arm gently. "I know, but its almost been a year, it'll be a year in 2 weeks. A whole year without Tom, and its been the worst year of my life." Danny curled up in a ball, sniffing slightly. "oh Dan, he'll be back soon, either he'll come back on his own, or someone will find him. You never know, he might go back to see Carrie, she knows now to phone someone, we'll get him back then." Harry smiled a little, letting Danny curl up in his side, hugging him tightly.

"I hope so, I miss him so much. It hurts so much to not see him every day, hold him and kiss him, tell him he's amazing and the best person in the universe. I'll never let him go ever again the minute I get my hands on him, I swear, I won't let him go." Danny sniffed loudly, squeezing Sonic the Hedgehog. "yeah, we'll hold him and not let him go." I sighed, wondering if Tom was going to let us hold him when we saw him again.

31 Toms POV

I grabbed my suitcase full of clothes, and opened it to find the secret clothes I had taken with me, that hopefully no-one had noticed. I had taken one of Dannys shirts, and one of the tshirts Harry and Dougie shared, so I could at least smell them if I couldn't go near them. I regretted throwing my phone the other day, it had smashed, and now wasn't even turning on, so I couldn't even hear their voices as often as usual. There werent many videos on my ipod, I had a few, but not enough to keep me entertained and happy. I had watched those videos so many times now that I could quote them perfectly, word for word.

Grabbing Dannys shirt, I hugged it close and got hit by his smell, giving me a little bit of comfort. "oh Danny, I miss you so much." I whimpered to myself, trying to pretend the shirt was filled with the guy it belonged too, and he was holding me too, filling me with warmth. I felt so guilty for taking his shirt, knowing I shouldn't have, because he would miss it, and eventually figure out I had taken it. He would be so angry when he found out, because I hadn't even asked if I could take it, but I had too. I would go crazy if I couldn't even have Dannys smell, reminding me of him, and the love I thought we had had.

I could feel myself starting to crack, the need to go home getting too much, making me want to give up this incognito act. But I couldn't give up, I had to stay out of the way, I had to make sure that Danny, Harry and Dougie were happy. They were happier without me, I just brought them down with being so ugly, pathetic and special needs. I had problems, and it felt like they were just looking after me, making sure I didn't have a breakdown. I didn't need looking after, I could look after myself, I was fine really, I was just a little messed up in the head. Being messed up in the head didn't mean I needed looking after constantly.

But what made it worse was that I could still feel that feeling of being watched. Every time I went to get my daily meal, I always felt like I was being watched, and the people watching were closing in even closer. I hoped to god that no-one found me, because I didn't want to be found. I wouldn't be able to resist going home if I was found, I wouldn't even try to escape again, I was at the end of my tether, I just wanted to go home now.