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146 Harrys POV
"Toms what?!" I almost shouted, just catching myself in time. "self harming, I shouldn't have told you, I promised I wouldn't, but I couldn't not say anything." Danny wiped away tears, looking so heartbroken. "you were right to tell me, cause, jesus, I didn't think he would do that! Not after the...you know last time." I shuddered, remembering the fact that the cutting had been so bad last year that Tom had to go to hospital and had only just been saved.
"I know, but he is, his arm is butchered, it looks so bad." Danny was shivering, so I wrapped him into my arms, hugging him to stop his shivers. "oh sh*t, what are we going to do?" I swore, feeling Danny grip onto my shirt so tightly. "I don't know, I've told him to talk to me about whatevers bothering him this much, but he was refusing. He doesn't want professional help and thinks that he doesn't need any help at all." Danny whispered, nuzzling into my shirt. "well we'll have to talk to him somehow, we'll find a way. Maybe at the studio we can see whats wrong through his songs?" I suggested, hearing movement upstairs. It was only going to minutes before at least Dougie came down and I didn't want him to know this right now. Dougie couldn't know just yet what was going on, the news would kill him, he still had that sense that Tom would be just fine, I didn't want to see him worried. It wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to see Dougie worried, he had calmed down a bit since our wedding, and was better at controlling himself, but it still didn't stop him from having fainting spells, or from feeling nauseas, or from heaving for breath when the nerves kicked in. He had always fainted at the weirdest things, and let his nerves get the better of him, I was thankful that he hadn't actually fainted around anyone other than me in a while, and I wasn't about to endanger that by explaining the self harm to him.
Also, we had to keep the self harm a secret from Fletch, he would blow a serious fuse then and make everything worse. And if Dougie knew he would freak out and cry, clinging to Tom to beg him to stop, it would break his little innocent heart. And cause him to end up either passing out, or heaving for breath, and I knew how much Dougie hated it, he felt so awful when he ended up in that state, and it wouldn't help the whole situation either.
"yeah, we'll go through that first then find a way to act." Danny sighed, breaking apart from me as two sets of footsteps reached us. "well we're ready, apart from breakfast, whats in that can be eaten in 4 bites?" Dougie smiled so innocently, I really hated the idea of telling him what Tom was doing to himself. It would kill him. Dougie viewed Tom as an older brother, almost a mother in some ways, he relied on both him and me to be strong, and only having one of us was hurting him already. He had only just stopped wearing Toms shirt to bed, I couldn't break his heart all over again so soon. "I dunno, wanna have a look with me?" I shrugged, holding out my hand for him, instead getting an armful of him. "only if you carry me." Dougie giggled, almost scrambling up so he was being carried in my arms. "fine, baby Doug gets carried around." I cheered up a little, I loved carrying him around like this, because it reminded me of when he was younger and even more innocent.
"I got a full conversation with Tom a minute ago." Dougie smiled the minute we got to the kitchen, so that explained his energy. "really? What about?" I asked, getting out cereal, still carrying the overgrown boy in my arms. "the studio. He's got a few songs we can demo, and thinks I should sing some more." Dougie explained, stealing a few pieces Sugar Puffs from the bowl. "hmm, that could be good. We'll have to see what comes out won't we?" I encouraged, putting him down on the counter. "yeah, lets hope its all good." Dougie sighed, hugging me tight, obviously fearing the worst.
147 Dannys POV
Tom was quiet as we got to the studio, clutching at his lyric book and walking along behind us, keeping his head down. "right, does anyone actually have at least something we can demo?" Fletch glared, he was always so angry at us right now, it scared me a little. "erm, I have 2 songs that are completed that we can demo." I piped up, glancing at Tom, seeing how Fletchs anger effected him. At the moment, he seemed unfazed, apart from maybe being a little scared. "good, Tom do you have anything?" Fletch now made Tom jump, he paled considerably under his gaze. "I, er, have a few. They're not that good...but its a start, right?" Tom answered, almost squeaking by the end of it, shaking a little.
"good, we can tune them up if needs be. Now you lot better get moving, we need a new song and soon!" Fletch barked, ordering us to show him one of these new songs. Hesitantly, I showed him I'd Lie, trying to get Tom to look at me, instead of hiding away in a corner, desperately looking through his lyric book. It was clear on his face that he was panicking, trying to find a song that was 'good enough' to use, and I knew he wouldn't find anything that fitted his idea of 'good enough'.
"Danny pay attention!" Fletch snapped me from staring at Tom, and I realised I had trailed off completely. "was that it or are you too distracted by Tom to pay attention?" he glared, sending shivers down my spine. "there's more, sorry." I started playing from the beginning, thankful when Harry went over and sat with Tom, quietly talking to him, taking his hand away from scratching his arm. This time, I managed to play the whole way through, hopefully it would make Fletch happy and keep him off Toms back. Having his beady little eyes glaring at him all day wouldn't help Tom stop cutting like he was, or stop me from cutting myself through worry and failure to help him.
"whats your other one? That one might work, but I doubt it, the new song needs more power, more 'we're here'." Fletch softened a little bit, thankfully. So I played him 'Wish You Were Here' that still didn't please him, saying it would remind people too much of last year, which was said with a very evil glare to Tom, who cowered more into the corner under our managers gaze. "Tom, you must have something, anything with more of a beat to it, that will make people forget about your mistake and remind people that you're all still here." Fletch never softened his glare, steely gaze fixing on Tom and not letting up once, he didn't even blink.
"well, I, er, have, erm, a few maybe...they're not finished." Tom looked away shamefully, like he was ashamed of his answer. "what? Are you saying all of your songs aren't finished?! I've given you more than enough time to finish at least 1 song! What have you been doing all this time? Sitting on your a*se doing nothing?!" Fletch practically shouted, scaring us all this time. "I, er, its just I can't..." Tom stuttered, but Fletch cut him off. "can't what? String a sentence together anymore? Are you even bothered about this band anymore, or are you too busy thinking that we'll bow down to you because you ran away and you're still 'fragile'? thats not going to last forever you know, pretty soon we're going to expect you to be back to normal again and to stop putting on this 'scared little fragile Tom' act you're pulling. I know you're stronger than this, so stop acting like the world revolves around you and get back to being normal Tom, who does as he is told and gets the job done." Fletch shouted and stormed out, leaving us all speechless.