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114 Dannys POV
The next day, I went round Toms to find him in the bedroom, getting changed. "whoa, sorry mate! Didn't realise you were getting changed! I'll just, go, wait downstairs." I quickly looked away, feeling so awkward again, like the night I stayed over. I had never had this problem before, I could always walk into Toms room without worrying if he was dressed or not, I had seen it all before, 100 times over. He wouldn't have cared either, would have let me come up and cuddle him, kiss him, having a normal conversation.
Tom instead squeaked and whirled around, clutching his tshirt to his chest, looking panicked. "sorry, I'll go downstairs, I didn't mean to walk in." I apologised, I still felt awkward after we kissed, and our conversation about it. "I-Its okay, I-I'll be a minute." Tom backed into his wardrobe, making sure I didn't see him properly, walking over not 30 seconds later, tshirt firmly on. "er, you ready then?" I asked, looking away again, wanting to run over and hug the poor boy, relive our old routines. "y-yeah, I'm ready." Tom nodded, coming downstairs with me, grabbing a backpack (giving me a mini panic attack) and getting into the minivan.
"ready for your photoshoot today boys?" Fletch asked the second we got into the van. "yeah, can't wait." I half heartedly replied, looking over at Tom, he had another fake smile put on his face, shoving his overgrown mop of blonde hair inside his beanie. "good, now Tom, we need to do something about your hair, we want to make a good impression, don't we?" Fletch made Tom freeze up, but nod. "good, and the papers will tear us to shreds with your hair looking like that, all over grown and greasy looking. So we best be giving it a cut before hand, right?" Fletch was speaking like Tom was stupid, it put my teeth on edge, he was not stupid, just...not right at the moment. "yeah, we best, sorry for not cutting it before." Tom sighed and looked down, trying to tuck the rest of it into his hat quickly. "its okay, you've been busy, we'll get it sorted today. Now where is Pudd? We have Flones." Fletch looked out the window, towards Harry and Dougies house, seeing no movement there.
"if those two are being lazy and laying in bed I will murder them." He got out his phone and called their house, barking at them to get their 'lazy, fat a*ses outside now before he physically dragged them outside'. "Fletch, why are you so angry?" I asked, getting a bit worried. What if he got annoyed with Tom, for whatever reason? I didn't want him to be scared, or shouted at, just for a misunderstanding. "I'm not angry, its just that if your not tough on those two they will never get out of bed." Fletch sighed, I eyed him suspiciously, he wasn't telling us everything.
Soon, Harry and Dougie ran out of their house, jumping into the minivan, looking quite sweaty and worn out. "finally, what took you so long?" Fletch glared as the car drove off, not even waiting for us all to get settled. "sorry Fletch! You know how long it takes to feed the pets and everything! We over slept a little so we were late!" Harry explained, it was true, feeding all...20 odd pets (including lizards, snakes, dogs...and a frog) took a while, so it was understandable that they were a few minutes late. "wake up earlier next time! Now come on, game faces people, we have a photoshoot to do." Fletch growled, making us all share a confused look between us, why was Fletch so angry?
115 Harrys POV
Fletch had never been so angry with us for being 2 minutes late before, I put his anger down to stress, we were about to go on our first photo shoot in about 18 months. I guessed it would be kind of stressful for him, having to look after 4 guys, one of which was likely to panic or something. "now boys, I need you to behave today, we're putting on a good impression, to show that everything is fine. We'll get there and Mellissa is going to give you all a needed hair cut first, then we're getting on with the shoot, okay? No time to muck about and be stupid, alright?" Fletch warned sternly as we drove up to the large building.
"yeah yeah, we know the drill Fletch. No mucking about, do what we're asked, we haven't been in the business for a year, we haven't forgotten everything." I rolled my eyes sarcastically, if Fletch was going to treat us like idiots, then I was going to be sarcastic to him, because it wound me up that he thought that we had forgotten everything and that we couldn't be trusted to behave. We may have been playful and excitable, but we weren't stupid, we knew what we were doing. Also, with everything going on, I think we were going to be just fine with behaving and not acting like kids.
"boys! Oh I have missed you so much! How have you been?" Mellissa, our hair/make up stylist/adoptive aunt run up and practically jumped on us, trying to hug the 4 of us at the same time. "alright, we've survived." Danny laughed a little, hiding the seriousness of the fact that, yeah, we have just survived. "well good, and oh Tom, don't you dare ever do something like that again, okay? You scared me and everyone else half to death! Next time you have a problem, come straight to me and I'll slap whoever upset you myself. Now come here, Aunt Mellissa needs a hug." She bounced from Danny to Tom, wrapping him into her arms while still using that firm tone that really showed she meant it.
"I won't, okay? Don't worry about me, I'll be okay from now on." Tom one arm hugged her back, holding onto the backpack in his other hand. "you better not run away like that again, and like I said, I'll set straight anyone who upsets you, including these three here." She sent us a half meant glare, before dragging us off to our dressing room, complaining that she had her work cut out on us today.