120 Dannys POV
I was glad Tom hadn't pulled away when I hugged him, but I guessed that was because we were in front of people, he wasn't just warming back up to me. He was still on the verge of crying, and it was killing me. "right, I'm calling a break. Everyone get lunch, come back in an hour. Tom please try to cheer up, we're trying to say your fine now, this isn't helping." Misha threw a withering look at Tom, making him looking at his shoes in what looked like shame. "I'm sorry." Tom whispered, shuffling towards the dressing room again, the perfect image of a broken man.
"Tom! Wait up! Lunch is this way!" I ran his way, grabbing his shoulder, pulling at it. I didn't want him on his own, I knew what I was like on my own after something stressful, I didn't want him in the same position. "I-I'm not hungry. I n-need alone time now." Tom whimpered, pulling out of my arms and carrying on to the dressing room. "no, come with us. It'll do you some good to be around people, and to eat something, settle your stomach a little. Come on, Misha was being a right a*se to you, it was out of order, I bet you Harry and Dougie are taking the p*ss out of him right now. That'll make you laugh." I pleaded, dragging him with me anyway. Tom followed without complaint, just followed along behind like he would have before, so I decided to risk it. Slowly, I trailed my hand down his right arm, reaching his hand and entwining his fingers with mine. But, Tom pulled away, shoving his hand deep inside his pocket, the other still clinging to Mickey, exactly like Carrie had told me he used to when he was a kid.
I sighed, but carried on walking, leading Tom to the table full of food. I piled on a few things for myself, and put some of Toms favourite things on another plate for him, leading to the table Harry and Dougie were on. "hey, mate, that dude was well out of order to you, totally not fair on you, don't listen to him, okay?" Dougie smiled, looking like a bright ray of sunshine as he took a huge bite of pasta. "yeah, don't listen to him, okay? He knows jack sh*t, don't take it to heart." Harry joined in, rubbing Dougies arm, obviously he had been worried by Mishas words.
"I'm not, don't worry." Tom tried a smile again, clearly lying through his teeth. "good, and if he insists on smiling, we'll give him a hard time on our turns." I winked, I knew Harry and Dougie could cause hell when they wanted to, and they would in revenge for Tom. "yeah, we'll cause hell if he is still an a*se to you." Harry promised, sending an evil look to Dougie, who grinned back, the usual sign of 'I'm up to no good'. "we'll chuck fruit into the central heating in the dressing room again, that'll wind them up!" Dougie giggled, nuzzling into Harrys side, looking like that, he could actually pull off looking innocent.
121 Harrys POV
The rest of lunch was spent planning out different forms of revenge if Misha carried on putting Tom down, most of which Tom ignored, playing innocently with the food on his plate. I kept a watchful eye on him, he had 2 mouthfuls. At least it was something, it might have helped calm down his nervous state, he seemed calmer already, but I wasn't sure if it was just time out causing the calmness.
Misha called us all in again so we piled in, reluctantly letting Tom wonder off on his own to the set, while we stood on the 'outskirts' watching him try to relax. "are we more relaxed now Tom? Think you can smile for us, without the toy?" Misha was pushing his luck, he still looked annoyed, and his glaring look wasn't exactly helping Toms nerves. "can't I keep it? Please, can I keep it?" Tom used the big doe eyes that always made him look 3 years younger, clutching the toy close to his chest. "its covering you up, we want to see you, not a toy. If you really want it, hold it at your side or something, not right in front of you." Misha explained, still looking very put out at Tom. Didn't he understand what this must have been like for him? This was our first shoot in over a year, the past year had probably been the toughest year of Toms life and he still wasn't recovered. He didn't need being shouted at, which was only heightening his nerves, he needed someone to gently talk to him, tell him he was doing well, that we were proud of him.
Slowly, Tom lowered his hand, still trying to relax and smile. "this isn't working, its not ever going to work, he's too nervous! What are we going to do?" Danny whispered, biting at his lip. "we can try and calm him down, or make him laugh. Danny you're the one who makes Tom laugh the most, think you can do it now?" I asked, giving Danny a pleading look. "I can try, though usually I don't realise what I'm doing thats making him laugh." Danny sighed, trying to come up with something.
Eventually, Danny came up with his usual bad puns, and singing our songs in that way that always made Tom cringe, but smile at the same time. Currently, Danny was singing 'Obviously' in a slightly operatic voice, which was making us laugh. Misha was sending us dirty looks for mucking about, and so was Fletch, Tom himself was half way to cracking a smile, so it was worth it. "anything else, we're almost there!" I asked as Danny finished, he looked lost. Then, Dougie, being the mischievous little one he could be, had a great idea. He came up behind Danny, bulldog clip in his hand, and stuck it on Dannys ear, making him cry out in pain. "oi! Get back here you little b*gger!" Danny shouted, running off after a hysterically giggling Dougie, catching him within in seconds and tickling him to within an inch of his life. I was soon joining in, making Dougie scream in laughter.
Then, we heard over our laughter, someone else giggling, turning around, we found it was Tom! He was giggling, we did it! We made him smile, and not just smile, giggle! He looked like a child, as he stood there giggling, holding Mickey in his hands, wearing, as I now noticed, one of his Star Wars tshirts.