xxPUDDxx - thanks! :) *hands Fletch shaped punching bag over* :D
138 Harrys POV
The rest of the interview mostly went well, we talked more about our upcoming plans, for example, we were planning on making a few more songs, then going on tour. The audience loved it, and after a while Dougie seemed to relax too, as did Tom. Undoubtedly, the performance was the easiest part though, we all fell back into our normal places again as soon as we were holding our instruments. I realised just how much I had missed performing like this, hearing the crowd sing along, working in perfect harmony with my best friends and lover.
We decided to sing Party Girl, because that way Danny took lead and Tom could sing when he wanted, because Dougie was singing in time with him. The song went really well, both Tom and Dougie sung in all the right places, sounded perfect, and Danny rocked it like usual. All 3 of them ended up doing their usual on stage 'dancing' as well, really going for it like we hadn't been away for a year.
Before I knew it, we were back in the dressing room, completely hyper after a good performance. "dude! That was amazing! It was like, whoa! I've feel worn out, but hyper! Does that make sense?" Dougie bounced around the room, before jumping onto my lap, wrapping his arms around me. "only you could make that make sense! But yeah, it makes sense." I laughed, kissing his cheek gently. "good...your all sweaty." Dougie stuck his tongue out, pulling at my shirt. "well we have been performing, your all sweaty too." I giggled, really enjoying being childishly blunt with Dougie, he hadn't been like this in ages. "so, wanna go home and shower?" Dougie gave me that look, and with him also playing with my shirt collar, I knew exactly what he was on about. "of course, I'll look forward to it." I kissed him gently, squeezing his waist.
"guys, sorry to break the moment, but, wheres Tom?" Danny tapped my shoulder, scratching his neck. "er, didn't he come in here?" I looked around, finding us 3 and that was it. "no, I thought he was, but he's not here." Danny whimpered, looking around the admittedly small room. "check his dressing room, he might have gone there." I suggested, watching Danny run out of the room, us two following along behind.
Tom was sat on the floor in the corner, crying into his shaking hands, whimpering quietly. "Tommy, baby, whats up?" Danny crouched down first, stroking Toms hair, making him cry more. "Tom, honey, come on. You can tell us whats up! Whats happened?" Danny was using his softest tone, the tone he always saved for really miserable crying Tom. "I-I'm sorry." Tom finally whimpered out, his whole body shaking. "sorry? What are you sorry for? There's nothing to be sorry for!" I crouched down in front of him too, carefully trying to pull his hands away from his face.
139 Toms POV
I was so sorry, for messing up that whole interview and performance, I had completely ruined it! I didn't play a single chord right, sung completely out of tune, and made everyone think I was crazy and needed to be in a mental health unit! How could I mess everything up so badly? "I-I'm just so s-s-sorry!" I cried, putting my hands between my bent legs and chest so Harry would stop pulling on them, he would feel my scars if I wasn't careful. "Tommy, baby, what are you so sorry for? You haven't done anything wrong! The interview and performance were brilliant, you did so well, we're all so proud!" Danny lied, there was no way that was good.
"I-I failed! I'm sorry!" I shook my head, tugging on my hair. I needed to be punished, and punished so badly right now, but I couldn't in public. Hair pulling was the only thing I could do right now without creating too much attention. "you didn't fail baby! You did so well! You nailed Party Girl like usual! Everyone enjoyed it so much, there is nothing to be ashamed of. That couldn't have gone any better!" Danny rubbed my back and pulled my hands away from my hair before I actually tugged some out.
"come on, lets get you home, its been a long day." Dougie surprising took charge, leading us all round the back of the studio, so we could get into the car and go home. I cried the whole way, getting glares from Fletch and fake sympathy from everyone else. I wasn't sure what was worse. Whichever it was, it made me cry a little harder, knowing how pathetic I was being, and how bad it must have looked. Not only was my deformed face being ruined even more by running makeup and puffy eyes, but also it must have looked like I was trying to gain sympathy for this, even though I wasn't! I knew it was all my fault and was excepting that it was my fault, that I was a bad musician and that I didn't deserve to be here, I wasn't trying to gain sympathy or the benefit of the doubt. I just felt so pathetic for messing everything up, I couldn't help but cry.
"you did so well out there, I mean it, you did so well, so, so well. I am so proud of you for that. We're all so proud, you could not have done any better." Danny whispered gently in my ear, stroking my arm. "I'm sorry." I still repeated, it was all I was going to say now, and I had a feeling I would be saying this over and over and over again for a long, long time. "aw baby, its okay. Stop saying your sorry, there is nothing to be sorry for, at all, that interview and performance went perfectly. We're all proud of you, so, so proud of you, right Fletch?" Danny looked to Fletch, who growled a 'yeah' showing that he really wasn't proud. I hadn't done as told, and now he was probably thinking about firing me.
"Fletch, Tom did as well as he usual does. And considering the year he's had, he's done exceptionally well, so will you congratulate him on a job well done?" Harry glared, giving him the meanest look I have ever seen him give anyone. "yeah, good job Tom, just next time, don't mumble." Fletch gave in, never turning round. "he didn't mumble, your deaf." Dougie argued too, he never usually stood up to Fletch, this was new...