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78 Toms POV

When I woke up, I found I was tucked up in bed, with Dannys shirt over my shoulders. "huh? What the f*ck?" I muttered, sitting up and looking around the room, seeing no-one around. There was something white on the pillow next to my own, and I picked it up to see it was a bit of paper.

Tom,

We've realised that its tough for you to adjust to whats happening around you right now, because you haven't been here for a year. So, we've decided to let you have some time to yourself, so you can adjust a bit to being in your house again. We'll leave you for the rest of the day, and tomorrow, so you can try and adjust. We're sorry for not realising sooner and not letting your breathe for the past week. If you need us, call us, or just come round, we'll be in one of our houses, promise we won't go out without telling you.

Love, Danny, Harry and Dougie xxx

Ohh, p.s, the present on the bed, is your birthday present. I haven't given it to you yet, so I thought it would be good to give it to you now. I hope you like it! xxxxx

Now that I looked, there was a perfectly wrapped box on the end of my bed. It was wrapped in green wrapping paper (my favourite colour) with a large bow on top of it, with...Buzz Lightyear decorating the ribbon. 'Tommy, happy 26th baby! I love you, with everything, Rat Leg! The label read, and I inwardly cringed at 'Tommy' 'baby' and 'Rat Leg' god I hated it when he still thought he had to call me those nicknames, and use that nickname I always used for him.

But, slowly, I unwrapped the box, trying to get the paper as smooth as possible. Opening the lid, I found a small teddy bear, dressed in a Back To The Future tshirt. "aw, cute." I smiled a little, putting it on my lap. Then, I found a blanket, pulling it out, I saw it was the one from the picture Danny sent me on my birthday. "oh Danny." I sighed, pulling it out to see it properly. The design was of Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker fighting with their Light sabers, the sabers clashing.

The sabers looked a little different to the rest of the material, and checking the label, I saw it said 'glow in the dark' oh wow, the sabers glowed in the dark! I had seen this before, in a shop, and had said I had wanted it before. Danny had actually gone out to get it for me, even though he didn't know if I had been coming back or not. He was so incredibly sweet, and my heart swelled inside my chest with love for the Boltoner, but it broke my heart at the same time. He shouldn't of had to waste his money on me, buy me presents, when I knew that he didn't love me.

"oh Danny, you stupid, stupid perfect man, why are you so d*mn perfect?" I whimpered, I couldn't believe how perfect he was to me. He was so nice, so perfect, it killed me, in 100 different ways. Sometimes I wished he wasn't so perfect, so I didn't end up wanting to cry and scream at him to stop torturing himself and leave me be. Why could he never just think of himself, and not have to think he had to look after my sorry a*se, and make me happy by pretending he loved me. Why couldn't I ever stop him from trying to make me happy? Why couldn't he just be like everyone else and give up? He was the most persistent person I had ever met in my life, I just wanted him to stop!

I had to go, I had to get out of here, so he could stop this, stop wasting his time and money. He had to get on with life, get on with his actual lovers, stop trying to make me smile, even when he wasn't in the house with me. Guilt was killing me, so I grabbed my bag, and the blanket, and the new teddy, packing them into a bigger, stronger bag. Whimpering, I ran down the stairs, checking that I wasn't about to leave anything important behind, and ran to the door, trying to open it up. Again the bl**dy thing was locked, and was impossible to open. No! Why wasn't it ever unlocked anymore? Why couldn't it be unlocked?! Crying, I ran to the back door, trying that one too, finding that again, it was locked, along with the windows.

"no, no, NO! Unlock the f*cking door! Why the hell do you want me locked in?!" I screamed, banging on the door, starting to cry hysterically again. I fell against the floor and cried for hours, unable to help it, feeling so trapped, like a caged animal.

79 Dannys POV

I spent the whole of the day just trying to see into Toms house, to see how he was doing, if he was actually cutting, or starving himself. In the end, I realised I wasn't going to be able to see anything, so I took the dogs for a walk. There was a field behind our houses so I usually walked them around that, so I did, and tried to see into Toms garden, to see if he was there. From what I could see, Tom was either still in bed, or in the other side of the house, where I couldn't see him.

Sighing, I tried to get the dogs to cheer me up, by playing fetch with them, it did nothing for me. I was still worried and stressed, scared beyond belief that Tom would manage to at least seriously hurt himself within the next 36 hours. The poor guy wasn't able to speak properly yet, I didn't know if this meant he was just unable to do anything. I hoped he was capable of being home alone for a day, and I hoped it sorted out his head, so he was fine again.

After half an hour of throwing the ball for the dogs, I called them over and decided to walk around the block instead, see into Toms front room instead. Again, there was nothing, he was nowhere to be seen, it worried me immensely, so I had to go and check to see if the doors were still locked. Luckily, they still were, so I forced myself away again, I had promised that I would let Tom be by himself for a day, so he could really adjust to the house again. I was going to keep that promise, even if it killed me. It was only 36 hours, I had gone a year without him, a day and a half was nothing compared to that, it was going to be fine...hopefully, as long as Tom remembered to eat and didn't find temptation by sharp objects.

I got home a while later and flopped onto my sofa, cuddling Brucie close, wishing it was Tom in my arms. "Tom will be fine, won't he Brucie? He'll be alright for a day, he can't harm himself that much." I whispered, knowing how easy it was to get carried away. Thats why I was wearing long sleeves, hiding the gashes I had caused myself over the past month. Somehow, I restrained myself to 1 cut, sometimes 2, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the want to tear my skin open in punishment for being such a bad friend and causing all this.