xxPUDDxx - hmm we'll see ;)

160 Harrys POV

"I don't know Carrie, Tom packed them up about a month ago, saying he didn't want them anymore. I don't know where they are anymore, I thought you had them." I explained, squeezing Dougie when I realised he was shaking. "no, I hadn't heard of this at all. I didn't even realise that he had packed them up." Carrie sighed, biting at her lip, "I'll keep looking for them, or ask Tom where he put them later. But for now, I think you should go so I can get him calm again. And I can have yet another argument with him. We have never fought this much, we've argued in the past day more times than we did when we had all those problems with mum and dad!"

"alright, good luck with that. Hopefully we can sort him out at least little in the next few days. See you tomorrow Carrie." Danny hugged the girl, like he would have if it was Tom. "yeah, see you tomorrow guys. I'll try with him, but I doubt it will work. I've got him writing songs though, so thats something." Carrie hugged right back, like it was her brother she was hugging too. "thats good, at least its one way to keep him occupied that doesn't involve blood and sharp objects." Dougies bottom lip quivered, so I hoisted him into my arms, carry him and hugging his little body so he didn't cry.

"yeah, its good. Right, I better get back to coaxing him into talking, you guys don't want to be here for that for sure." Carrie let go and led us out, looking just as miserable as we felt. "oh, tomorrow, if you could try and bring round any toys that Tom might have left at yours I would grateful. I'm guessing he'll lighten up once there's a few toys around protecting the place." Carrie smiled at last, it was a tired one though. "we'll have a look for some toys, don't worry, we'll find something." I smiled back, still carrying little Dougie, knowing he wanted to burst into tears at the thought of Tom hurting himself.

It didn't take long for him to break down, only until we got back to ours. The minute I closed our front door, Dougie was crying, literally sobbing into my shoulders, his tiny hands clasping at my shirt. "aw, Dougie no. Don't do this, don't cry! It'll be okay, Carries keeping an eye on him, its going to be fine." I set us down on the sofa, immediately getting a lapful of Dougie and Flea the dog. "m-make him better H-Harry! Please, make him better!" Dougie cried, it was times like this when I hated that Dougie still thought I could fix everything. I usually could, but I couldn't fix this like I could fix his scraped knees from skateboarding accidents. "I wish I could Dougs, but I can't, it'll take time to fix Tom...and Danny. Its going to take time to get them okay again." I sighed, feeling my heart break at his tears, knowing I couldn't fix it, that I had to deny him. "but please still fix him! Please, you have to fix him!" Dougie whimpered, Flea rested his head on Dougies lap, looking up sadly at his original owner. "we will fix him Dougs. I promise we'll help fix him, Tom won't cut himself anymore, and we'll make him smile, like we did on that photo shoot, we'll make him smile like that, and laugh like he used to. Now cheer up a little, you're making Flea sad." I ruffled the dogs fur before Dougie hugged him too. "sorry Flea, we'll sort it all out soon, won't we?" Dougie turned to me, his watery eyes pleading me to do something. "of course, we'll sort it all out. We'll sort out Tom and Danny, so we're all happy again." I promised him and myself, because I hated seeing the 3 guys I loved so much so depressed.

161 Dannys POV

After another useless day and sleepless night, I had a plan on how to try and make Tom understand that I understood his self harm. I didn't start planning it until after lunch, thinking that would be best, so I could decide what I was going to say. "Tom, look, can we try and talk about this please? I want to talk about this." I started, seeing him freeze in terror, his breathing turning very shallow. "no, I don't want to talk." Tom managed to say, getting up and running off before I could catch him.

"Tom no! Don't run away, I need to talk to you!" I shouted, dashing after him, managing to trap him against a wall, pinning his hands to it. "get off me! Don't touch me! I don't want to talk to you, go away!" Tom cried out, writhing, I just pushed against him harder. "no, we need to talk now. I'm not going to shout at you like Fletch does, we're going to talk calmly and sensibly, like the adults we are." I couldn't believe I was having to talk to Tom like this, like he was a toddler having a tantrum. "stop lying! Will you stop f*cking lying?! Just shut up and go away!" Tom shouted, fighting against me but getting nowhere. He was so weak he literally couldn't push that far against me. I easily kept him pinned.

"not until we talk okay? I'm not lying to you, I will never lie to you. Just stop struggling and I'll let you go. If you stop struggling and promise to not run away, I'll let you go." I knew for a fact that Tom was going to run away from me no matter what I said, thats why Harry and Dougie were on the other side of the door, ready to push him back inside here and lock the door so he couldn't run away. I know that sounded cruel, but I wanted to stop him from doing this, I wanted to be able to have a normal conversation with him. I just wanted to have Tom back. We had been a perfect couple for just a few days, and I wanted that back so much right now.

"fine, let me go then." Tom growled, standing still, but breathing heavily, panic still clear in his perfect eyes. So, I let him go, stepping away from his shivering body, and thats when he made a run for it, like I predicted. And like I had predicted, Harry and Dougie came to the rescue and shoved Tom back inside the room (a little too harshly if you asked me, considering he fell and landed heavily) and locked the door. "what?! No! Let me out! Let me out!" Tom started crying, panic well and truly kicking in now, it broke my heart.

"Tom, come here, we'll let you out once you've listen to me for a bit. It'll be okay in the end, alright? I'll make this as short as possible for you, alright?" I sighed, managing to pull him kicking and screaming away from the door. "let me out! Let go of me! I don't want to talk to you! Get off me!" Tom cried out, managing to stamp on my foot but I didn't let that stop me, until I managed to pull him to the bed, sitting him on top of it. "Tom, calm down and listen okay? You'll understand in a minute what this is all about, just stop struggling against me so we can get this over with." I sighed, trying not to enjoy having my arms around this special boy, who meant everything to me. It was the first proper hug I had given him in ages, because I had been so scared of him feeling my own cuts, now that I was going to tell him about it, it didn't matter if he felt them or not.