xxPUDDxx - haha *hands Dougie over for a hug* :D
175 Dannys POV
In the end, I had to pull Tom onto the sofa myself, barely managing to not hurt him more. "now, please, stay here, okay? Don't go and sit down on the floor, you're better off on the sofa, okay?" I pleaded, putting the ice on Toms ankle, hearing him hiss again. But luckily, there was no argument, just a few pained cut off whimpers that were clearly trying to be bitten back. My tough facade faded at the sound of Tom whimpering, I hated seeing him in pain, and this had to be painful. I sat down next to him and wrapped my arms around him, gently kissing his long hair, hearing another whimper, I wasn't sure if it was because of the pain or from my actions.
"the pain will go soon Tommy, promise. It'll go away soon, and then we'll kick Pauls a*se for hurting you." I promised, not actually lying, I was going seriously kick his a*se 6 ways to Sunday for hurting my Tom, especially when he was in the mental state he was in. He needed comfort and love, not people trying to cage him in and push him around. It was another reason why I was giving him his keys back, so Tom wasn't actually caged into his own house anymore, because it wasn't fair on him.
"don't call me Tommy." Tom grumbled, so he was still p*ssed off then. "aw, cheer up baby. Paul and Fletch are a*seholes, don't let them get to you. Once you can walk we'll show them just how amazing you are, not everything Fletch said you were the other week." I smiled and kissed his cheek again, ignoring him pulling his face away. "don't call me baby either, I'm not a baby." Tom grumbled again, and I couldn't help but think he was so cute as he pouted, like a child sulking after being told they couldn't have a cookie. "I know you're not, I just like calling you baby, cause you're my baby Tommy TomTom, and I love you." I hoped I wouldn't be stopped from calling Tom baby, I liked calling him baby, and Tommy, and occasionally honey.
"shut up calling me names. Its Tom, okay? Nothing else, just Tom." Tom growled, okay, he was SERIOUSLY p*ssed off, what did I do? "okay, just Tom then. Now will you cheer up a little please? I hate seeing you so annoyed." I sighed and gave in, not completely, I would be calling him Tommy again once we got back into the swing of things, when Tom was better. He obviously wasn't better, at all, so I hoped I could help him along and make him see that he was worth everything in the world, that he meant so much to me, and everyone around him. "got you some pain killers, you'll feel better after taking them." Carrie came in, with a glass of water and extra strength pain killers, probably noticing the size of Toms ankle and thinking it had to be throbbing.
176 Toms POV
I reluctantly took the pain killers, actually wanting to feel the pain throbbing up my leg, reminding me how pathetic I was. I couldn't even take being shoved by my own personal prison guard without falling over and hurting myself so badly I couldn't even move my leg without pain. Now that I was being closely monitored for cuts and bruises, I needed another pain to make me feel less worthless, so far, this was the alternative I had. But I took the pain killers anyway, just so I could take the edge off, because this was bordering on excruciatingly painful, and even I had a limit on how much pain I could be in.
Slowly, I could feel my eyes closing, and my body feel weak, it started to lean on Dannys shoulder. I fought to get back up again and keep my eyes open, but couldn't, it was like I was being forced into sleeping, which I didn't want! I wanted to stay awake, I didn't want to go to sleep yet! I would be babied even more and be carried to bed or something! How could I willingly let someone do that for me when I could do it myself? And how could I let myself fall asleep on Dannys shoulder? He wouldn't be able to get up, he would be stuck there with me, like so many times before, I couldn't make him stay with me even more! Despite my best efforts, my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep, on Dannys shoulder, feeling him put his arm around me, squeezing my unworthy, disgusting, and purely ugly frame close, and him kiss my greasy, lanky, 15 year old wannabe hair.
"Danny! Danny! Danny!" I shouted, running downstairs, bounding into my lovers arms, grinning as he kissed me. "hey baby, what you so happy about?" Danny pulled away, picking me up into his arms. "oh just the fact that its almost our anniversary, and I love you, so much." I giggled, I couldn't wait until our 4th anniversary in a few weeks. Danny had been hinting to me for such a long while that he was going to do something big for me, for us, and I had a surprise for him too. I was going to ask him to move in with me, Danny rarely ever spent time at his own house any more anyway, he only usually went back to sleep occasionally. Mostly, he stayed at mine, like a normal couple would, it only made sense that he now moved in. I hoped he would accept, it would be a big step in our relationship, and I couldn't wait.
"I love you too Tommy! And I can't wait either, I have a feeling it'll be a very good anniversary too, but why are you so excited about that right now? Its a few weeks away yet!" Danny laughed, running his hand through my newly cut spiky hair, he had been doing that a lot recently, so I guessed he really liked it short. "I don't know, I just get excited for everything ages before it happens, you know that! Oh, is that the post over there?" I giggled, nodding my head towards the table, where a pile of letters and magazines were (yes, even Dannys magazines were delivered to mine, that was how long he spent at mine). "yeah, we got our latest magazine appearance in here somewhere too if you wanna read it. Now I better go take Brucie and Ralphie for a walk, or Vicky will kill me, gunna come with?" Danny handed me the magazine, putting me down. "no, I haven't even gotten dressed yet, I'll walk them with you tonight, okay?" I declined, tightening my arms around him. "alright, well I'll be back in about 2 hours. Tonight's dog walking is a date." Danny winked, kissed me and jogged out the door. I smiled and went to make myself comfy at the table, finding some toast in front of me, a little note saying 'I love you' next to them in Dannys scruffy handwriting, making me grin.
I opened the magazine and found our article pretty quickly, and my smile dropped, seeing what the article had to say about us, about me. 'McFLY have been round for 7 years now, and still can rock out and pull off the amazing tunes, thanks to lead singer Tom Fletcher (blonde, slightly fat one in the middle). But, after spending some time with four boys, we wonder how these boys have stuck together for the past 7 years, considering how different they are, Fletcher sticking possibly the most. Tom is the leader of the gang, you might remember that he was the one at the beginning who was particularly chubby, with wonky teeth and pale skin. Not much has changed, there is more confidence there, and a lot of weight has been lost, but he still the same pale, geeky boy he was all those years ago. He seems to stick out from the others, in every way. The others are more mature, less childish, less geeky, more handsome. The list is endless. Tom himself is more the token song writer that writes the hits, and is allowed to do the rest of the band too because they just need another guitarist, and to make the others look even more handsome (notice all girls swooning over Danny, Harry and Dougie the minute they walk into a room).
Tom tries to fit in though, by holding onto front man Dannys hand, and joining in their conversations, managing to get a few laughs from the others. But mostly his pathetic attempts are ignored, so he eventually shuts up and scribbles in his book, probably proving himself by writing another song the band can use, while the others play beat up Dougie,(small, blonde skater boy, on the end, held in handsome drummer, Harrys arms) the youngest of the band. We wonder if he is just kept to write the songs, and keep the others in line to degree, or if he actually even writes the songs at all, or sings live. If so, what are these boys waiting for, boot out the dead weight and get in someone with actual talent (and a pretty face) to replace him, the fans probably wouldn't even notice. That said, they're lovely boys, and we hope they are happy, if not, dump the dead weight and get someone else in!'
I was in tears by the end of that, was it really like that? Was that how people really thought of me, did they really think I didn't fit in with everyone and wasn't worth keeping? Did people actually hate me like that, was I pathetic? Was I really that ugly and unworthy of all of this? Could it all be true? It crushed me inside to know that people thought of me like that, like I was expendable and unimportant in this band, that people wouldn't even notice or care if I got replaced. Wait, did Danny, Harry and Dougie think like that too? Would they read the article and start to think like this? Would they kick me out for being like I was? I felt how my insides ripped to shreds, how my worst fears were coming true. Ever since we first started out, I knew I wasn't good enough, that I was so weak and pathetic compared to the others. I knew I wasn't good looking, I knew I didn't have any talent whatsoever, but hearing that other people knew it too made me feel like I was stabbed. I broke down completely, feeling sick to my stomach and worthless, sobbing as I realised how unworthy I was of this life, of my friends, of everything. I didn't deserve any of it, and I hated myself for believing that I was worthy of this.
I woke up in the middle of the night, remembering how I had gotten into this mess, feeling so pathetic and useless, knowing it was only going to get worse.