thank you both for commenting, but we'll have to see if Tom gets any better, mwhahahha! xD

76 Dougies POV

I ran as soon as I heard crying, running into the cinema room to see Danny holding Tom as he cried into his shoulder. "hey, whats up?" I asked, running over to the boys, as Danny struggled to calm Tom down. "I don't know, Tommy, honey, come on, tell us whats wrong?" Danny sighed, threading his hand through Toms hair, rubbing his back. "aw baby, stop crying, please, stop crying. Its okay, your going to be okay." Danny carefully moved to sit down, making sure Tom was still firmly in his arms, I think he was trying so hard not to enjoy having him in his arms and focus on the fact that he was crying.

It took hours, but eventually Tom stopped crying, because he wore himself out. Now he was sitting in Dannys arms, looking so weak, and about to fall asleep, like a helpless child. "shh Tom, shhh. Go to sleep now, sleep it off. You'll feel better later, I promise." I whispered gently, not able to resist in the end and reached out and stroked his hair, in just the way he liked. Slowly, Toms eyelids dropped and he fell asleep, obviously exhausted. Wordlessly, Danny lifted him up, laying him on the comfy chair, pulling a blanket over Toms sleeping form.

"what the hell was that about?" Harry asked from behind me, squeezing my hands, somehow knowing I wanted to cry at Tom crying. It always broke my heart to see any of the guys cry, and that just broke my heart into pieces, to see Tom so upset and not even telling us what was up was awful. I never wanted to see that again, but I had a feeling that would be a regular occurrence for a while. "I don't know, I wish I knew." Danny sighed and bit his lip, stroking Toms hair a little. "he didn't say anything, at all?" Harry prompted, sitting down with me next to the chair. "he said he was sorry, and nothing else, its kinda worrying, I don't know what he's sorry for, or anything." Danny whispered, looking up at Tom with the most worried expression I had ever seen on him.

77 Harrys POV

"while he's sleeping, don't you think we should check for new...cuts?" I suggested slowly, wondering if Tom was still cutting while we weren't around. "good point, give me a minute." Danny sighed, took a deep breath in, and slowly rolled up Toms sleeve. Tom didn't present a reaction, luckily, and all we saw was the same pale arm we always saw, only slightly less well built and frail looking. "phew, that arms safe, but what about the other one?" Danny gulped again, rolling down his sleeve, and pulling up the other one.

We all breathed a sigh of relief to see that that arm was also clean, and all the other cuts had healed over, and could barely been seen anymore. "yes, he's not cutting anymore! Thats good, at least he's not going to really hurt himself with that." Danny smiled a little, relaxing a tiny bit. "check his legs." Dougie finally spoke up, still looking scared for his friend. So Danny did check Toms pale legs for cuts, and found none, and I felt Dougie relax too. "well at least the cutting has stopped. So, now what?" Danny sighed, fiddling with his fingers. "I think we should leave him, so he can sleep for a while longer, and maybe have some time to get his head on straight. I think he needs some time to himself to think, and adjust to being home, without us lot clattering about and disturbing him. We've been trying to get a reaction or something for a week and not really given him the chance to breathe." I suggested, knowing we hadn't really let Tom breathe since we had first seen him.

"but, I don't really want to leave him, he's on his own then, and he's spent too much time alone." Danny whimpered, grabbing Toms hand, that he fallen off his lap. "I know, but think about it, wouldn't you want some time to adjust back into living in the house again? We have barely left him alone, just give him some time, he'll come round soon." I stood up, keeping a solemn Dougie in my arms as he clung to me, still that scared little boy he always had been. He always reverted back into that 15 year old boy when one of us was sad, or something was wrong. I squeezed him tightly, silently telling him that it was okay, and everything would be okay in the end.

"fine, I'm leaving him a note, so he knows whats going on." Danny gave in, holding my hand as I led him out of the room. "wait, I'm going to put him in bed, so he won't get back ache." Danny doubled back, sneaking back into the cinema room, carefully picking Tom up and cradling him. "oh hell I have missed this." Danny took a minute, just cradled Tom in his arms and looked at his pale face. "you'll have him back soon Dan, I'm sure. Now get him into bed before he wakes up." I encouraged, smiling when Dannys face lit up as Tom cuddled into his chest a little. "aw, baby wants a cuddle!" Danny giggled, walking Tom to his room, reluctantly laying the boy down on the bed and tucking him in. He tried to walk off, but Toms hand was still holding onto his shirt. "you want my shirt as well? Okay, here it is." Danny took off his shirt, laying it over Tom, kissing him on the head gently. "right, lets go, lets leave him to sleep."