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88 Dougies POV
Begrudgingly, in the end, we got up, got dressed, and went round to Toms, expecting that Danny was already there. I was right, Danny was fast asleep on the floor next to Toms bed, while Tom was lying on the bed, tucked up in his duvet. "wake Danny up first okay?" Harry whispered, bending down and shaking Danny awake. "ugh Tom, go away, I need 5 minutes more!" Danny grumbled, nuzzling into his pillow. "its not Tom, its Harry and Dougie, its time to wake up! You need to shower, and change, and have breakfast! Now Toms sleeping still, so get up and dressed then wake him up, okay?" I sighed, helping him to stand up.
"fine, ouch, my back hurts." Danny grumbled, stumbling into the wardrobe, coming out with Toms jeans and his own shirt. As Danny showered, me and Harry ran downstairs and got breakfast ready, the toast got a bit burnt, but never mind, it was still edible. Danny was obviously down first, his hair still damp and unstyled, eating his breakfast while telling us what happened last night. "did he say anything, at all?" I asked, playing with a bit of the toasts crust I had left. "no, stayed silent the whole time, as usual. But, he did help me get some more of the song written, we're only a few lines off before its finished, so that'll be good." Danny explained, half smiling around his mouthful of weetabix.
Before we could say anything else, there was a knock on the door, and getting to answer it, we found that it was Fletch. "dude, what the hell are you doing here?" Harry asked, letting him in anyway. "I need to talk to the four of you, because we need to get back to normallacy now that Toms back. Where is he by the way?" Fletch explained, obviously noticing the lack of the tall blonde in the room. "upstairs, sleeping. Please don't wake him up though, he's tired!" Danny explained, taking on a pleading tone at the end. "fine, I'll talk to you lot first, then go talk to him, alright? First though, how is he?" Fletch seemed to turn a bit more concerned now, he had been just as worried about Tom as we had been. "bad, he's really bad at the moment. He won't talk, he won't eat when we're around, he's almost unresponsive. We know he's cut before, but that seems to have healed up and there isn't any new cuts anywhere. He's almost a zombie Fletch, a zombie that basically just plays guitar and piano all day." Harry explained, squeezing both me and Danny close.
"really? Sh*t, that isn't good, didn't the shrink at the hospital say anything?" Fletch swore, we shook our heads. "he's got anti-depressants, but they don't seem to be working. The hospital have just sort of, left us to sort it out ourselves." Danny sighed, looking like he was the one in need of anti-depressants. 101 questions later and Fletched seemed to have a better idea of what was going on around here, then decided to talk to Tom himself. "I want to speak to him on my own, if you wouldn't mind. I want Tom to actually answer me, without you lot answering for him, alright?" Fletched stopped us outside Toms door, and we tried protesting, but Fletch was having none of it. "no arguing boys, I really think that I should talk to Tom on my own, so I can get his side of this myself, it was him who ran away, so I think I should be able to talk to him, don't you?" Fletch had a point, so we backed down and let him in to see Tom, trying to listen in by the door, getting nothing.
89 Toms POV
I groaned loudly as I felt someone shake my shoulder. It wasn't Danny, I could tell, the hands weren't big enough, and they were smaller than Harrys, then it had to be Dougie. "come on Tom, I need to talk to you right now." Fletch surprised me by speaking, I half opened my eyes to see a blurry image of our manager on his own in my dark room. "hey, morning sunshine! God I've missed seeing your face." Fletch reached over and hugged me tightly, I whimpered slightly, but gave him a one (unscarred) arm hug back.
I knew I had to be normal around Fletch, so he would think I was okay to return to being in the band again, I didn't want to delay us getting back on the road again. It was the only happiness I could offer to everyone. "h-hey." I whispered bravely, hearing how croaky I sounded. I was going to have to fix that it seemed, luckily it just seemed I was croaky cause I had only just woken up. "hey Tom, I've missed you mate. So, your alright now?" Fletch asked, letting me go so I could sit up properly in bed, still wrapped in my covers. I nodded a little, looking towards his face but avoiding eye contact. "good, cause the guys have said that you're shutting everyone out and not speaking or eating much." Fletch gave me that look, the one he always gave us when we wouldn't tell him the truth about something we had done. "no, I'm fine. Really, I am." I denied, trying to give me a smile, to show him I was alright, I didn't quite manage it. "hm, and why would they lie?" Fletch had a point.
"they're just trying to make sure I'm alright and well rested, before we're back to interviews and the old life again. I'm really fine, and perfectly ready to get back to McFLY whenever you see fit." I lied, I really wanted to have a little while longer, to perfect everything, make sure I was the best musician I could possibly be. "that sounds like Danny, always making sure you're alright before everyone else. Well, I think your about ready to get back to band duties again, I'll sort out some interviews and photo shoots for after Christmas, I'll start slow with you lot, alright? Ease yourselves back again after a probably traumatic year for the lot of you, am I right?" Fletch gave me a smile, and I nodded, faking agreement, it wasn't traumatic, just stressful, "right, good, I'll set that up for you." Fletch patted my shoulder, advising me to get back to twitter and maybe do a webchat to let people know I was still alive.
And thats exactly what I did, I tweeted a few times during the day, saying hi and sorry for running off like I had, getting millions of tweets back demanding to know where I had been. I apologised and told the fans about my webchat later, and everything would be explained then. Danny, Harry and Dougie just let me do it too, like they knew it was the right thing to do. So, as soon as they left me that night, I tried to make myself look normal, despite my long hair that seriously needed cutting. I ended up putting on my normal beany hat and tucking it up inside it, my hair was actually longer than Dougies, which to be honest, was getting so long only his headband could keep it under control. Now, it was time to actually do this webchat and apologise for disappointing everyone in my stupid actions, even though I regretted nothing.
The hardest part was actually pressing 'go live', I was terrified of this, what was I going to say and not mess everything up?! Or let slip about anything that was happening around here. I was suddenly glad that I was a good liar when I had to be. Eventually, I pressed the button, and bit the metaphorical bullet. "hey, can everyone see and hear me?" I asked, waving awkwardly. I got over 100 confirmation messages within 30 seconds, here were go then...
"I just came to say hi, and sorry for doing what I did. I really shouldn't have done it, and I realise that now. I shouldn't have run away like I did, and left everyone so suddenly, its all my fault, and I'm glad to be back and to have had some sense knocked back into my brain." I started, taking deep breaths to keep calm. "I can only hope you'll try to forgive me for doing this to you all, but I wasn't in my right mind, and it felt like the right thing to do at the time. I am so sorry, and it won't ever happen again. We'll be starting up as a band again after Christmas, if you're still interested in us." I apologised, reading the messages popping up on the message side of the screen. Things like 'its okay Tom, we forgive you' and 'you're back, thats all that matters, we'll love you forever' were coming up on my screen, and it made me feel a little happier, at least I hadn't messed everything up, we still had a few fans.