sorry i didn't add yesterday, felt awful, but i'm feeling better now so here's the next add :)
82 Dougies POV
I wound my hands into Harrys hair, keeping his face near my own. I had missed being able to kiss him like this, without really worrying. The back of my mind was still screaming 'Tom' at me, but he would surely be fine for a day by himself, if he was in trouble, he would phone, and he hadn't phoned, he was fine. "I love you." I whispered, earning a huge grin. "I love you too." Harry kissed me again, giving me a tickle. I squeaked and hit his arm, feeling so free and happy it was unbelievable.
"er guys, theres another guy in the room!" Danny broke us away from our moment, hugging his knees next to us, obviously having gotten up from our tangle. "sorry, to break your moment and everything, I usually wouldn't mind, its just...y'know. Everything with Tom right now, its... I'm a little jealous, thats all." Danny sighed, biting his lip. "its alright, its understandable really, we'll tone it down a bit." Harry sat up, pulling me with him. "Danny, do you want in over here?" I opened my arms for him, seeing how his bottom lip quivered. Danny nodded and stumbled into our arms, curling up in our arms.
"it'll be alright in the end Danny, you'll have Tom back like that. He won't stay the way he is for long, he'll warm up." Harry encouraged, squeezing the quivering brunette. "h-how do you know t-that?" Danny whimpered, writhing to get closer to us both. "what does Tom always say? Everything is okay in the end, if its not okay, its not the end." I smiled a little, remembering Tom saying that whenever something went wrong, and tweeting it multiple times. "yeah, and what do you always say back?" Harry joined in, stroking Dannys curly hair comfortingly. "everything should be okay at the start, if its not okay, its not the start." Danny finished, shakes calming a little. "so, everything will be okay in the end, and it'll be the start of having an even better relationship. One where you'll grow old together." I summed it up, noticing that Danny was wearing Toms jeans, and he had a key on his necklace.
"dude, whats with the key?" I nodded my head towards it, having noticed that the necklace he never took off. "its Toms key, the key I was going to give Tom when I asked him to move in with me." Danny explained, fiddling with the cord. "aw, you'll still be able to give him the key. Just wait for him to soften up a bit." I knew Danny would eventually give Tom the key, and probably make a big show out of it, like you would usually do with a proposal. "I know, its a waiting game now, isn't it? And selfish as it sounds, I don't want to wait, I just want Tom in my arms, as my boyfriend again, no matter how quiet and introverted he is. I just need him, so badly." Danny sighed, bottom lip quivering again. "we all need Tom, and we'll have him back. We'll just have to help him along a bit, so he can get better quicker." I knew it wasn't going to easy, but we would do it, for both Toms, and Dannys sake. They were two sides of a coin, incomplete without the other. "can you guys stay again tonight? I know I've asked this at least once a week for a year, but, I really want some comfort at night, and cause Toms not really here anymore, I can't help but want some comfort." Danny didn't look up from the key, nervously fiddling with it. "yeah, we'll stay tonight, don't worry about it." Harry nodded, making Danny smile a little.
83 Toms POV
I woke up in my music room again, having fallen asleep mid way through the night, after practising playing guitar and piano again. I had to be note perfect, had to be, everything had to be perfect. If I couldn't be perfect, or even good, at least my playing could be. My hands were aching from all the playing, but it was so worth it, just to be that perfect at playing.
Immediately, I looked around for any signs of anyone around, finding none, and I couldn't hear anyone moving about either, so I was still alone in the house. I quickly ran to get showered and cover up my exposed arm, not wanting someone to see if they decided to come round. I chose a baggy long sleeve black tshirt and some baggy jeans from my still packed backpack, and quickly dressed in them, covering the make-up covered wounds. Then I ran to get some breakfast, realising I was starving. Of course, that was a battle for me, trying to make it disgusting and as low-grade as I was. That meant toast so burnt it was almost charcoal, and soggy cereal that had been left in the milk too long. Though, that still felt a little too high standard for me, but unless I started eating from the bin, I couldn't think of anything else.
Having finished that sickening breakfast, I bolted back upstairs again, ignoring my stumbling, holing myself up in the music room again, playing for all I was worth. I made my fingers bleed again, but I didn't care, just cleaned up the guitar and plastered up my fingers and carried on. It was like preparation for a tour, only now I was actually just fighting to be able to have the right to stay in this band. If I proved myself, I could stay, I hopefully wouldn't be chucked out for being well, me.
The only time I stopped was when it got to about midnight, figuring I would annoy the neighbours with the music. It was a detached house, but I was sure they would be able to hear me playing, and I didn't want to get in the way of them having a good nights sleep. I ran back downstairs again, and deliberately overcooked my dinner, so again it was burnt, feeling sick the whole time I was eating it. I felt sick whenever I ate because whatever I was eating tasted disgusting, but I had to do it, I didn't deserve the nice things that tasted amazing like everyone else. I just had to suck this up and get on with it, act like it didn't bother me, I was sure I would be used to it soon.
I washed up my dishes and decided it was time for bed, curling up on the floor dining room, on the cold, hard tiles. I hadn't slept in my bed willingly once yet, not wanting to sleep in the special NASA bed I had, knowing I wasn't worth that either. I was used to sleeping on the streets and in my car, the tiles in the dining room were luxury compared to that. At least these tiles were dry and weren't bumpy like streets were, and they were warm enough I didn't need a duvet, just an extra jumper to keep me warm.
So I curled up on the floor, holding Mickey Mouse close to me, needing some sort of comforting thing to keep me safe from the monsters hiding in the dark. Falling asleep took seconds, and it was the best nights sleep I had had in weeks.