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evilneevil - i'm sorry that its seeming repetitive, but i promise that soon things start to pick up soon! its honestly not going to be this the whole way through, i'm just trying to show that Tom is ill, and he isn't ready for whats to come :)
72 Dougies POV
I eventually found Tom in his music room, seeing Harry had already found him, and had put a blanket over the blondes sleeping form. "Tom, why arent you in bed? The floor isn't a good place to sleep." I sighed to myself, gently lifting his head and putting a pillow underneath. "I guess he didn't move after Danny left, where is he anyway? I would have thought he would have been round by now." Harry asked, I shrugged. "no idea, maybe he's sleeping in for a while. You know, tiredness getting the better of him." I suggested, not really knowing where Danny was.
"probably, we'll go get him later if he doesn't come along soon." Harry agreed, putting an arm around me for a hug. "yeah, but now what? Should we take him to bed, or leave him here?" I sighed again, staring at Tom, like he would have the answer. "leave him here, last time we took him to bed he cried, so, leave him here." Harry answered, leaning his head against my own. "good point...is it bad I think he looks so cute right now?" I really did think that Tom looked quite cute right now, like a small child, wrapped up in his Disney blanket. It reminded me of before he ran off, when he would fall asleep on his sofa, or on his comfy chair in the cinema room. Finding him like that would never not be cute, it would always be cute.
"no, Tom always looks adorable when he sleeps, and he always will, your not the only one thinking it." A Bolton accent came in, and we turned to see Danny standing in the door way. "hey, you alright, you look tired." Harry greeted him, as he came in and sat down, fiddling with his long sleeves. "yeah, I'm alright, I just had a late night last night. Spent most of the night awake, worried over Tommy." Danny explained, glancing at the abnormally thin and frail looking blonde. "why?" I asked, not sure I really wanted to know. "cause he didn't even respond to me, at all. I barely even got a blink out of him, let alone anything else. Tom didn't even eat his dinner...oh wait, he has now. Thats good, at least he's eaten." Danny smiled a little, showing us the two empty bowls on the floor.
"told you he would eat in time, didn't I? Just give him a while longer and he'll come back to us, it'll be fine soon." Harry encouraged with a smile, making us both smile some more. "yeah, hopefully he'll be normal soon." Danny sighed, fiddling with the blanket, making sure only Toms head was sticking out of it.
73 Toms POV
The next few days went along in a similar sort of way, I mostly practised playing guitar and piano, and when I was alone, I sang too. To be honest, I sounded terrible, and I hated sounding that awful, Marvin could screech in a more appealing tone than I could sing in. I tried my hardest to improve, but my voice just wasn't having it, it still sounded horrible and out of tune.
In the end, I gave up, and just focused on guitar work, improving my playing skills until I was chord perfect. I retaught myself how to play every song from all of our albums, including all the unreleased songs. "hey, you still playing in here? Your fingers are going to start bleeding!" Danny laughed, sitting in front of me, grabbing another guitar and tuning it absentmindedly. I looked at my fingers, finding that they were actually bleeding, all 10 of them were bleeding from overuse, getting blood all over my strings. "sh*t, you are bleeding, give me a minute, I'll go get you some plasters and something to clean your strings. Then you're taking a break!" Danny jumped up again, running off downstairs to get the stuff he said he would.
While he was gone, I tried to wipe the blood away with my sleeve, only spreading it even more, making me want to cry. This blood was ruining my guitar, marking it almost permanently, how could I use it now? People would see the blood! My fingers were making it even worse, adding more to the mess already there. "back! Give it to me and you can sort out your fingers." Danny took the guitar away from me, setting about cleaning the strings while I tried to clean up my fingers.
It took me ages, but I eventually managed to get the bleeding to stop, and plastered up my fingers, thankful I was experienced in stopping the blood. My arm was now covered in fresh cuts, hidden by a bandage and a long sleeve, no-one knew about them yet. I was planning on not showing anyone my arm, so I wasn't committed, or treated like a fragile little baby, who needed to be kept from sharp objects. "sorted? Good, I finished your guitar! Look, all clean again! Now, come with me, we're going to watch a film, and your watching with us. I'm not taking no for an answer either, and I will pull you down there if I have to!" Danny had a warning tone under his usual jokey one, warning me to go with him or else. He held his hand out for me to take, but I refused it, getting up by myself, going downstairs with him for the first time in over a year.
It was unnerving to be with everyone again, to be in the cinema room with everyone, the lights dimmed, film ready and waiting to be put on. "oh my god, he surfaces from practising!" Dougie joked, and it stung to be laughed at, like it was funny that I was a sh*t musician, and didn't deserve to be here. "I know, right? I forced you down here, didn't I? Cause you've managed to cut your fingers from playing too much!" Danny laughed too, falling onto the comfy chair, patting the spot on his lap for me to take. I refused and sat on the floor instead, making myself comfy by the wall, almost hidden behind the chair Danny was on, so it seemed like I wasn't there still.
I heard a sigh, but nothing more was said on the matter and the film started, it was Shutter Island, which meant a complete and utter mind mess up, that had to be explained to Danny and Dougie by Harry 4 times. Usually it was me who explained it, but seeing as I wasn't exactly wanted anymore, I was ignored, and Harry took over my usual role. He did it better than me anyway, managing to make the youngest two understand what was going on, and why everything happened. Again, I wanted to cry, I couldn't even explain a film to anyone without someone being able to do it better than me. There was nothing I could do that someone else couldn't do better, everyone was better at everything. It made me even more depressed, and it wound me up that I was actually getting depressed over this, I should have been used to this by now, why wasn't I used to this already?!