xxPUDDxx - hmm, we'll see about that! :)
154 Dougies POV
In the end, Harry managed to reason with me and Danny, so we actually stayed put, and let him run round to see if he could calm Tom down...and hopefully stop him abusing his arms more. "so, just stay here, okay? Just stay. I'll hopefully be back soon, and if I need you, I'll call." Harry sighed, running down the road, leaving me and Danny to freak out.
"what if he's cut himself? What if its so deep he ends up in hospital again? What if he never talks to us again?" Danny paled so badly, he almost looked like a ghost. "he will talk to us again, Harry will sort him out." I tried to remain calm, so I didn't set off Danny even more. "but what if he's already cut? You haven't seen his arm! Oh god, his arm is awful, its all scratched and..." Danny trailed off and shuddered. "Danny, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't want to know until I see for myself. I'll imagine it to be worse than it actually is." I hugged myself tightly, wishing for Harry to come back and hold me, and for Tom to walk through the door and be his normal Tom like self from before his depression. I knew that wouldn't happen, but I wished it would, I hated having things like this happening. I had thought that when Tom and Danny had gotten back together that everything would get better, that Tom would be happier, that he would act like normal, when in fact, everything had gotten worse. All I wished for was something to come along and save him, or for him to see sense and let us save him from the demons running around in his head.
2 hours later, we were still waiting for a phone call or any sign that Tom was calmer now, and were getting nothing. Danny was literally rocking back and forth on the floor, tugging at his hair, freaking out. Not even Brucie coming along and laying on his lap calmed him down. "Harry should be back now, Tom should be calm now, why aren't they back yet?" Danny whimpered, finally removing his hands from his hair and wrapping them around the dog. "I don't know Dan, maybe Harrys just making sure that Toms 100% first before leaving him. Or talking to him about the food thing." I shrugged, not really knowing what was going on, only hoping it was good, and not destroying Tom even more. "what food thing?" Danny asked, looking confused.
155 Harrys POV
As Tom was passed out from exhaustion, I wrapped his arm in a bandage, so the 3 new cuts wouldn't get infected. His arm looked awful, truly awful. There were so many cuts, it scared me a little to see the harm he had caused himself over the past few months, right under our noses without us realising a thing. "why didn't you tell us anything, huh? We could have sorted this out without this happening to you." I sighed, gently stroking Toms hair, messing it up even more.
Of course, Tom didn't say anything, just carried on sleeping, his head pillowed on my lap. I had moved it there, so we were close in some way, hoping it would calm him down a little. "you'll be alright Tom, in the end, you'll be alright." I whispered, promising myself and him that we would make him okay again, he would be alright, all of us would die trying if we had to. We would tear the world apart for each other, and this was no exception, we would make Tom better, without a doubt we would make him better, no matter what the cost.
Half an hour into Tom sleeping, I got a text from Dougie, asking what was going on. 'Toms sleeping, he cut, I've sorted him out.' I replied, getting another text a few seconds later. 'sorted out cut or the whole lying thing?' Dougie asked, I could almost feel the panic radiating from the text. 'the cut, will sort out the lying thing once he's woken up.' I texted back, leaving it there so I didn't make Danny or Dougie panic even more.
Tom slept for 2 more hours, before waking up and panicking because of how he was laying. "hey, hey don't worry. I'm still here because we need to talk." I said in my softest voice, the one I usually reserved for Dougie when he was scared and about to pass out. "no we don't! Get out! Leave me alone!" Tom argued, looking like a deer caught in headlights, wide brown eyes and all. "yes, we need to talk. Oldest to second oldest, without the other two panicking. You're not thinking straight right now, and you need to at least talk things through with someone. Its not healthy to be cutting like you are, you can kill yourself doing that." I warned, though I was sure Tom wasn't listening very well at the moment, he was a bit too busy backing away.