xxPUDDxx - well, we'll have to wait and see if Tom ever finds out about Danny, and how it'll affect him ;)

124 Dannys POV

Fletch kept a painful hold on my arm the whole time he was talking to me, the pain was getting worse and worse, he was holding my cuts, and my god it hurt. "Fletch, let go of my s*dding arm will you?!" I yanked it away at last, sure something was bleeding now. I was lucky I had a shirt and jacket on, or I was so screwed. "I want you to listen to me Danny, your letting Tom slip away more. Will you just talk to him, give him some encouragement, tell him he's loved or whatever." Fletch glared, crossing his arms. "I am not letting slip away, okay? If anything, he's getting better, he wouldn't talk to me before, but now he is." I knew Fletch was right, but I was arguing with him because he was winding me right up, thinking I didn't know Tom was slipping away.

"he has always been talking don't lie to me Danny. What isn't normal is him hiding in the dressing room in a corner, that isn't normal behaviour, is it? We want the impression that your alright, and that isn't helping." Fletch glared at me more, he usually looked like a weedy man, but with a glare fixed on his face, Fletch was nasty looking. "can you blame him though? Misha was an a*se to Tom, of course he was hiding! Its the first time Toms been around that many people in a year, he was terrified! He'll be fine, okay? I'll make sure he is." I glared right back, not scared of him. "yes Misha was an a*se to him, but I don't care, just talk to him, okay? And get your relationship back on track, tell him you love him or something, just get him back, okay?" Fletch stopped the argument by getting into the car and slamming the door.

I muttered a few choice swear words under my breath and stormed into my house. Did Fletch actually think it was that easy, and that I hadn't already tried to tell him that I loved him? Did he honestly think that I wouldn't try to get our relationship back straight away? And people said I was thick! I hated Fletch sometimes, I really did. I hated that he also right, I would have to talk to Tom, about the kiss, about our relationship, about everything. I would do it tomorrow, when I went round to write songs together. Hell, we might even get a song out of it too.

The next morning, after discovering that Fletch had made my arm bleed, I bandaged it all up, covering it with a long sleeve tshirt, shirt and jacket (you could never be too careful) and made my way to Toms, lyric book in hand. "hey, you ready to write some kick-ass songs?" I smiled a little upon finding Tom laying on his front room floor, watching cartoons in his pyjamas. He turned to look at me, eyes widening when he realised his state of dress. "no, I need to, er, change, right now." Tom sprinted from the room, thumping up the stairs. "but you look cute in pyjamas." I sighed to the air, because Tom really did. He had been wearing his popcorn bottoms (girls, but Tom always said they were comfier than mens, when really, he liked the fact that they had popcorn on them) and his old NASA tshirt, that he had worn in the Star Girl video. I had always thought Tom looked so cute first thing in the morning, as he still wandered around in his pyjamas, his hair still an untidy mess, glasses framing that perfect face.

I shook my head from ramblings and sat down on the sofa, picking Marvin up as he walked past. "is your daddy okay? He doesn't seem okay to me, is he okay with you?" I whispered, stroking the ginger fluff ball. Marvin didn't answer me, but let me scratch him behind the ears, which was a comfort. The shower went off upstairs and not 10 minutes later, Tom was back downstairs with me, and wow, he looked stunning. Dark blue skinny jeans hugging his legs, a black long sleeve tshirt with his red checked shirt over the top, and the ridiculously cute grey hat. If he had worn that 18 months ago he wouldn't have been able to speak through me kissing him, I could barely contain myself now. Though, if me talking to him went well, then I can tell you, Tom was being kissed thoroughly until he almost passed out!

125 Toms POV

I nervously sat down on the stool by my piano, grabbing a guitar just in case and holding onto my lyric book like it was my anchor to the world. I didn't even know why I was so nervous, maybe I was still a little nervous after yesterdays disaster of a photo shoot. "Tom, before I show you a few songs, can I talk to you?" Danny made me groan, here we go again. "there's nothing to talk about." I muttered and looked away, making sure my straightened fringe was covering my face. "yes, there is. We need to talk about us, about that kiss, about our relationship. I know that its hard at the moment, but if we talk about things, we can get back to our relationship. If you don't want it right now, then I understand, but I want to at least talk about how you feel about all this mess, how you feel about me." Danny persisted, pressing his fingers to my cheek, pushing it towards him.

"I don't want to talk about it, I want to write songs, like you said we would." I refused to look at him, if I looked at him, he would see everything in my eyes, find out all about my love for him and I wouldn't be able to fight it. "we will, but I want talk to you first, your not getting out of it either." Danny sounded so determined, so I gave in, knowing him, he wouldn't let me leave until I blurted something. "okay, talk away." I sighed, hoping to get out of this unscathed, without having another fake relationship or a broken heart, good luck with that one.

"well, how do you feel about that kiss?" Danny asked, did he have to ask that question? How the hell was I supposed to lie and not say that was the greatest moment of the past few months? "erm, I dunno." I settled with that, it didn't reveal too much. "really? Tom, your the one who is good at expressing feelings and stuff, I'm sure you know how you feel." Since when did Danny become perceptive to my emotions?! "I don't know, okay? I really don't know!" I wanted to tell him that I loved it, and I wished he would kiss me again, but I couldn't, Danny was taken, it would be a lie.

Danny seemed to read my mind then, as his lips pressed to mine again, letting me experience probably one of the greatest kisses I had ever had. I didn't resist this time, I kissed him back, gripping my seat so I didn't grab him and pull him closer and hold him to me forever. "well, how did that make you feel?" Danny asked as we broke apart, stroking my face gently. "I-I can't, I'm sorry, I can't." I stood up and made to run, but Danny grabbed me back, yanking me painfully to sit back down. "no, no more running. You've run away far too much already. Tell me Tom, you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Danny put his hands on my shoulders, pressing me down on the seat as I started to shake.

"yes! I loved that kiss okay? I love all your kisses and I'm sorry! I am so sorry that I do, I am so sorry." I finally blurted, bursting into tears, feeling so guilty for being so in love with Danny that I couldn't even resist kissing him anymore. "there's nothing to be sorry about baby. Now, do you still love me?" Danny was probably smiling, but I couldn't look at him through guilt. He hadn't noticed I was crying yet, I was keeping it that way. I couldn't nod at his question, because if I did, he would pretend to be my lover again and the last year would have been pointless, I would be back to square one. I had given away too much already anyway, I couldn't let anything more out. "Tom, please, answer me, do you still love me?" Danny prodded, thumb stroking my shoulder.

I caved and nodded, a small 'I'm sorry' leaking out as well, I just couldn't take it anymore. The pressure to stay out of it and distance myself from the only man I had ever loved like this had gotten too much, I had to tell him that I loved him. "aw baby, its okay, I love you too! Come here, its all okay now, I'm here for you now, I'm here forever." Danny wrapped his arms around me, picking us up so we were standing, his perfect lips pressing to my unworthy neck.