anyone who was wondering, the song in the last add was called I'd Lie by Taylor Swift :)

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134 Dougies POV

"okay, what just happened?" I asked, as soon as Tom was downstairs. "I dunno, I just, said he was perfect then poof! Suddenly needs the bathroom...do you think that was too much too soon?" Danny bit his lip. "I think it might have been. Tone the compliments down a little bit. We all know Tom hates any type of compliment on normal days, let alone after running away for whatever reason it was." Harry advised, playing with my fingers so I didn't worry. "yeah, probably a good idea. So, you two have any song ideas at all? All mine suck and Toms not letting me near his lyric book, I think I might have to steal it off him soon." Danny sighed, he looked a little lost now that Tom had run off.

"no ideas over here, I haven't written a thing all year." I truly hadn't, writing sometimes helped me, others it just frustrated me because it didn't sound right, or I just had no ideas. "d*mn, well, looks like I'm going to have to fight Toms book out of him, he isn't letting me look inside it at all. I bet there's an incredible song in there, at least 1, and he's keeping them to himself just because he's scared of them being rejected." Danny sighed, he really knew Tom way too well. I said so and he just smiled. "yeah, I know I do. But, after being with someone for 4 years, you sort of do know them inside out, don't you?" Danny shrugged, he wasn't actually wrong, me and Harry knew each other so well it almost scared us. We worked on such a similar wavelength that we ended up accidently either colour coordinating our clothes, or wearing matching clothes, even getting similar haircuts.

"yeah, guess you do. What is taking him so long? Surely he's done by now." Harry looked towards the door, playing with my fringe as I laid on his legs. "I don't know, I'll go see whats up." Danny sighed and ran out, leaving us alone again. "you think Toms alright?" I asked, looking up almost pleadingly at Harry. "I dunno, I don't think he's particularly happy with the perfect comment, but I don't think he's taken it too badly." Harry shrugged, squeezing my hands gently.

We stayed silent for a little while longer, just sitting there, large drumming hands wrapped in my hair, my tiny fingers playing with his spare hand, twisting the ring on his finger round and round. "you think somethings up? They're taking far too long at the moment." I sat up, straining my ears to hear anything. I could hear quiet talking and that was about it. "right, we'll go down and see whats happening then, yeah?" Harry suggested, getting up and pulling me with him downstairs.

135 Dannys POV

"Tom, come on, whats wrong?" I called out, knocking on the door again, all I could hear was a soft whimpering sound. "Tom? Look I'm sorry, I know you don't like compliments, and I went a little too far with the whole perfect thing. But thats how I see you, I'm sorry that it upset you." I sighed, sliding down the door and curling into a ball, my back pressed against the door. Still, all I got was small choked whimpers, and footsteps on the stairs.

"whats happening down here?" Harry asked, sitting down next to me on the floor, Dougie following. "I don't know. The doors locked, and I'm not getting a reply." I shrugged, fiddling with my fingers nervously. "sh*t, do you think that perfect comment did it?" Dougie swore, biting at his lip almost viciously. "I think so, I shouldn't have said it. Even though he is perfect, I shouldn't haven't said it." I regretted telling him that Tom was perfect, because even though he was to me, Tom himself would never believe it in a million years. He was far too self conscious, too hyper aware of himself and how he looked. Tom never believed a compliment, he only ever believed the insults, even the playful ones we always used jokingly against each other.

We sat in silence for so long, waiting to Tom to come out again that Dougie fell asleep, and by midnight, all 3 of us were sleeping on the floor, huddled up together for warmth and comfort. By morning, Tom was out again, but he had changed. It actually scared me how quickly Tom snapped into someone so introverted. He barely spoke anymore, wore his baggier clothes, always had his hat on, his fringe over his eyes. Tom spent more time outside too, standing in the sunlight, like he was trying to tan in the middle of winter.

"Tom, come inside! You'll catch a cold out there!" I shouted from the door, looking at the shivering blonde. It wasn't cold enough for snow, but it was still freezing cold, below zero, and Tom only had 2 long sleeve tshirts and a jumper on. "come on, you really can't be outside right now without more layers on. Now come here, its lunch time." I grabbed a coat and ran out, pulling Tom inside again, sitting him by a radiator. "now what are you doing outside like that, huh? Its far too cold to be out there right now. And we have an interview in 2 days, you can't have a cold for that, can you?" I sighed, reaching out to straighten Toms hat on his head, but got my hand knocked away. Well at least Tom was wearing gloves so his talented fingers would freeze.