xxPUDDxx - haha, i hate it when my ipod does that to me too! and thank you so much! :D

evilneevil - well, it may take a while to give Tom his happy ending, but, i'll have to see what i can do xD

thank you both so much for your comments, i haven't had the best day and your words have cheered me right up, thank you!

59 Dannys POV

I didn't sleep at all that night, spending the whole night planning out ways to get Tom to trust me, to love me again. I know it wasn't really fair on him to try and force him into liking me again, but I needed him, so badly, if I couldn't have him, I would never survive. Being with Tom for 4 years, it had changed me, made me almost dependant on him, I couldn't live without seeing him everyday. Or at least hearing his voice, his voice made my heart explode inside me, and his kisses made me want to pass out. I had thought we had been so happy together, unbelievably happy, and it was my fault he hadn't been. If I had been just a little more perceptive, taken a little more time to talk to him, told him he was loved, maybe he wouldn't have run away. It was my fault he ran away. I had to make it up to him, be at least friends with him. Being Toms friend was better not having him at all, as this past year had proved, I almost started going down the destructive path of self harm, like he had. I was insane without Tom, I was going to be a better friend to him, so he wanted to stay, so this guilt would go away. It just needed to go away.

"Danny, its time to go, why are you still in bed?" Harry asked, making me jump as he sat on the bed with me. "I was thinking, about Tom. How I was going to make it up to him and be a better friend. I was cr*p before, I'm going to be better now, he deserves the best in the world, I'll be d*mned if I don't at least try." I sighed, leaning on his side, needing a hug. "I know you'll try Dan, but you do an amazing job already! I really don't think you need to try and do better." Harry wrapped a muscled arm around my shoulders, running a hand through my messy curls. "I think I do, I didn't try hard enough to find out what was wrong, I just ignored it, thinking it would go away soon. What I didn't know was that the whole of him would go." I whimpered, grabbing his other hand, trying to pretend I was holding a thin, pale piano players hand.

"Danny, think about it, what did you spend Toms birthday doing? Getting him a present and wrapping it up, making sure it was perfect. You must have wrapped it 20 times, I've never known another person do that for someone. I mean, I did that for Dougs, but that was for the engagement, making sure the ring and box was perfect for him, and thats what you do with Tom. You've the best boyfriend for him, you really are. You don't need to improve on anything, now come here, give me a hug and then go get showered and changed. I'll get you some food to eat to wake you up a bit." Harry hugged me close before getting up and pushing me to the bathroom.

60 Toms POV

As the nurse said, a week of having Danny, Harry and Dougie coming to see me and watch movies and DVD box sets with me, I was finally allowed home. I was still weak, but not as weak as I was, and apparently I was healthy enough to stay at home. But I still had to take it easy, and not over do it. Before I got to go though, I had to see a shrink, and then go to the police station, to make sure everything was sorted, and to get my car back.

The shrink wasn't too bad, just asked me a few things, like if I was feeling okay, and if I was looking forward to going home. I lied through my teeth and said I was very happy to go home and spend some time with my friends, and get back to being a guitarist in McFLY again, put this all behind me. He had half believed me and prescribed me some anti-depressants, and let me go, now onto the police.

The police wanting me to go to their station, so I unwillingly went, not wanting to have to walk from there home, but the air was going to do me good, unless I could drive home. "now its only a few questions, so we understand why you ran away. Its standard procedure for all runaways." A police officer smiled, gesturing for me to take a seat on the opposite side of the table to him. "have you got someone to pick you up?" he asked, I shook my head. It was still before visiting hours at the hospital, so the guys hadn't turned up yet. They didn't know I was here, and to be honest, I didn't even care, they could stay at home today. Before I had left, I had told the friendly nurse to tell them where I was and tell them to go home, because I would come home after I was done here. Now they needed to actually pay attention to that and not come round mine, and actually have some fun today.

"I'm here on my own, but I'm picking up my car, arent I? So I thought I was driving that home." I explained quietly, squeezing Mickey Mouse to my chest. "alright, but if you arent home, we've got your plates, we'll find you again. Now, down to business, why did you run away?" the policeman warned, giving me a stern look. "I, erm, I just needed a break. Its hard being in a band as huge as McFLY, and we haven't really stopped since we started 7 and a half years ago, I just needed some time out." I lied, getting used to lying now, people did it to me often enough, might as well start do it too, to protect my own sanity. "alright, so you ran away? Couldn't you ask for a holiday or something?" the policeman raised an eyebrow at me. "not really, because that would have worried the guys, and I didn't want them looking after me when I didn't need it. I just needed some time, to myself, with no-one else there, trying to look after me. I have problems, with my head, and in my mind, running away seemed like a good idea, and now I've realised it was wrong." I let a little bit of truth in, looking at a spot behind his head, so it looked like I was looking at him when I wasn't.

"alright, are your problems being looked after? We can get you help if you need it." Now he turned sympathetic, just because he realised I had problems, making the assumption that I needed help. "they're being looked after, I've been given anti-depressants, I'll be fine, I don't need any help. I just want to go home now, and spend some time with my friends, get back to how it used to be, before I ran off like an idiot." Lying was now getting so easy, it was a miracle. "okay, well, thats all that I can think of right now. I'll get your car keys, and you can go home now. Good luck with the band, and getting back to your life." He handed me my keys, showing me my car. I felt myself cheer up a little at the electric blue mini, getting in and finding everything I had left behind still there, driving off and going home to the house I hadn't been in for a year. It was daunting going inside, seeing that nothing had moved, and everything was still in its place, like it had been placed in a time capsule.

Looking around done, I picked up Marvin, and went upstairs, grabbing my duvet and hiding away in my music room, ready for whenever someone decided to burst through my front door. Rule 1 of keeping your band mates happy was to practise playing so I was good enough to still be in the band, so it was just easier to play in here in case someone actually wanted me.