HelR - yeah, maybe!

xxPUDDxx - thats alright! i've just gotten out of exam hell myself so i completely understand! good luck!

evilneevil - haha! well, he may not be getting better for long xD

86 Dannys POV

I spent a few hours with Tom, tweaking a song a little, letting him go through the song, change a few lyrics, write it all out neatly. Still, he never said a word, but at least he was moving, and interacting in his own special little way. It made me feel a little better, I didn't feel bad like I usually did, like I needed to punish myself for not trying harder with Tom. At the moment I was trying with him, and it was working, so it made me feel so much better.

Now we almost had a whole song, and were only missing a few lines. I had had most of it already, and had been just missing about half of each verse, and with Toms help, he had finished most of it, swapped a few lines around, and made it sound amazing. Before I knew it, it was 1am in the morning and we were still writing, silently communicating through the music. "dude! Its 1am!" I made Tom leap feet, breaking his concentration, "sorry, but I think its time we went to bed and gave it a break. We've been awake for god knows how long, we'll pick it up in the morning, we've only got a few more lines to do!" I yawned loudly, watching Tom yawn too.

"can I stay here tonight? I don't really fancy running down the road back to mine, or waking up the dogs and setting them all off barking." I asked, risking it, but I wanted to stay here tonight, just out of curiosity over what Tom did at night, and just to feel a little like it was old times again, even if I couldn't sleep in his bed. Tom nodded slowly and got up, walking along behind me until he reached his room, I stopped too, out of habit, grabbing the handle at the same time. I gasped as our fingers touched, feeling his skin on my own, just for a second, was a heavenly feeling. It took every part of me to not grab his hand back and pull his body into my own, just for my own pleasure, to reassure myself that everything was okay.

"I er, I'll just, stay in the spare room, leave you to it, night!" I stuttered, unable to even think straight now. I didn't want it to be more awkward, so I didn't dare go and share a bed with Tom, I ended up almost running down the hall way, throwing the door closed. That hurt, so much, I wanted to run back and apologise, jump into Toms arms, curl up to his weak body and kiss him goodnight, hold him as he slept and keep him safe. I never wanted to run away from Tom, ever, I wanted to run towards him and hold him in my arms forever. I didn't mean to run away, I just, couldn't take that accidental finger bump, it sparked way too many images in my head, from when we were happier, when I could just randomly hold his hand, pull him in for a goodnight kiss and cuddle with him until the sun rose.

Now I felt so guilty for just leaving him there, so I waited until I was sure Tom was asleep, and crept back into his room, finding the poor boy on the floor. It was obvious he had curled up on the floor and had cried himself to sleep, there was a damp patch on the carpet next to his face and there were still tears drying on his porcelain cheeks. "oh you poor little guy, I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you, my head isn't exactly on straight either at the moment." I whispered, pulling my sleeve down, hiding the uncovered gashes on my right arm. Carefully, I picked him up, biting my lip as my arm stung like hell, making me want to cry out in pain. But it was worth it, to have my little one in my arms, just for a few minutes, just him being there was enough to stop me from crying out. "I'm sorry honey, for being stupid like that, it won't happen again." I sighed, giving up and laying him on the bed, tucking him in and trying to decide whether or not I got in. I decided with not, because I would cuddle him, and if I cuddled Tom, he would probably feel the cuts on my arm, and I was trying to avoid that. I was fine, really, I just had a few issues I was sorting out.

So, knocking that out of my head, I grabbed a pillow and a duvet, laying on the floor, watching Tom sleep peacefully until I joined him in the land of dreams.

87 Harrys POV

I quickly crept along the corridor, grabbing my drum kits symbol, creeping back into the bedroom, where there was still a sleeping Dougie. I smiled when I saw that he was still laying in the same position I had left him in, like he was still curled up in my arms, the sheets resting low on his hips. Slowly, I crept over to him and counted to three in my head, hitting the symbol right next to his ear. Dougie screamed and leapt away from the noise and fell off the bed, making me crack up laughing.

"Harry! I hate you, I was sleeping!" Dougie cried, leaping off the bed and onto me, knocking us both over while I was still breathlessly laughing! "s-sorry! I had to! Y-you were wide open!" I laughed out, crying a little, grinning at his pouted face. It soon cracked into a smile and he tried to attack me, but I pinned him underneath me, tickling his skinny torso until he squealed. "HARRYYYYY no! It hurts!" Dougie screamed, uselessly pushing at my shoulders, kicking his little legs. "say your sorry for trying to beat me up!" I teased, my fingers never stopping the tickling. "sorry! I'm sorry! Now stop! I'm gunna throw up!" Dougie shouted, and I stopped, mostly for the throwing up bit.

I let Dougie calm down and cuddled up to him again, like we weren't laying on the floor and hadn't just had laughing fits. "I didn't mean it when I said I hated you by the way." Dougie broke the quiet, stroking my hair gently. "I know." I whispered, moving a little so my head was properly pillowed on his chest. "good, cause I love you really." Dougie smiled, for the first time in ages. My heart exploded inside my chest and I had to kiss him, making him grin so widely his eyes disappeared again. "I love you too Dougie-no-eyes." I teased, receiving a punch to my arm. "I may have small eyes, but that doesn't mean I can't smack you one!" Dougie threatened playfully. "oh really? Well, I would prefer it if you kissed me instead." I brought his chin up and kissed him, taking this opportunity to actually be a husband, not just caretaker to Tom and Danny.

I had missed mornings like this so much, and I wished for this to carry on for another couple of hours, where we could just be Harry and Dougie, the married couple. Its all I asked for, for just a while longer of this calm, this happiness, without worrying about the other too. Danny may have hidden it, but Tom acting like a zombie that only responded to music was killing him, and I wouldn't have been surprised if he lashed out soon, breaking something, or someone.