xxPUDDxx - hmmm maybe ;)

183 Harrys POV

We all calmed Tom down gently until he had stopped crying then decided to look at the magazine review. Danny thought it was best to have one of us read it first then let Tom read it, just in case it was bad. It wasn't unheard of for magazines to try and rip Tom to shreds, it affected him so much, it was what had triggered him into trying to starve himself a few years ago, and why he was so self conscious. Their words had infected his mind, and it scared us all so much, we were all always cautious now, especially since he had run away. I decided to have a look first, so left the others in the front room, watching Treasure Planet to have a look at the review and the pictures.

The pictures weren't too bad to be honest, Misha had picked the best ones, where we were all smiles and laughter. There were some really nice pictures of us lifting Tom up, and some nice pictures of us individually. Even Toms ones managed to look nice and like he was feeling right at home in front of the camera, like he hadn't been so nervous the whole time.

The review was in a corner, and quite small, only 2 paragraphs long, it read:

As you know, Toms been having some problems for the past year, with running away and now seems to have admitted to psychological problems. But today, despite being a little awkward and a little out of place, this could have been another day in McFLY for him from last year. Once he got going, he really did shine out, smiling and laughing as his band mates play fought off camera, just like the ray of sunshine he usually is.

The only other thing that could be classed as wrong would be his quite skinny and pale look. Its clear he hasn't been eating properly, or sleeping for that matter. At lunch, he seemed withdrawn and tired, barely picking at the food band mate Danny Jones got for him. He was quiet for most of the day, but very co-operative, so we guess it was down to first-day-back nerves, we're sure he'll brighten up soon. Either way, we hope he settles back into the band quickly and soundly, and the best of luck to him and the rest of the guys.

I decided it was probably best to not show Tom the review, or the actual magazine, because it wasn't shining an extremely good light on him, it was still quite positive, but I was worried about the withdrawn bit. I didn't want to do something that could be stopped easily that could hurt Toms feelings, he had survived a few days without hurting himself, that we knew of, I didn't want him to end up hurting himself again now, not when I could prevent it.

184 Dougies POV

Soon, Harry came back into the front room again, automatically sitting next to me, his arms around my shoulders. "we're not showing him, okay?" Harry whispered, luckily, we were on the opposite sofa to Tom and Danny, who were still cuddled up together. Tom was actually leaning into Dannys hold, hiding his face in Dannys neck, almost trying to bury himself in Dannys body. "really bad?" I asked, keeping quiet, worried over just how bad this review was. "not too bad, I just don't want to risk it, okay?" Harry explained, pulling at my Zukie noodle tshirt, making sure it was straight. He always did that when he was worried, he always distracted himself by sorting me out, making sure I was presentable, it had been ingrained into his head from a young age and now it came out in him when he was worried. I put my hands over Harrys to stop him from fiddling too much, silently telling him that it would be okay and he didn't need to worry too much, he could relax if he wanted to.

"yeah, okay, now shhh. Calm down, alright? You'll go grey." I ran my hand through his short black hair, giggling slightly. "sh, I won't go grey." Harry poked my side, making me squeak. I poked him back and turned round, facing my husband, giggling as a full out poking war started. Of course, I lost, like always, ending up a giggling mess underneath Harrys overpowering body. "give up yet?!" Harry teased, like usual, a grin finally on his face. "yes! Yes! I give up! Stop it!" I laughed, kicking my legs weakly. "say the magic words." Harry taunted, that glint in his eye that clearly meant he wasn't going to stop anytime soon. "stop it! Stop it I give up! You win!" I cried, managing to knock my headband off my head, my fringe falling into my eyes so I couldn't see a thing.

"nope! Wrong words! Tell me you love me and I'll stop." Harry bargained, still poking my side. "I love you! I love you now let me go!" I laughed, finally, the tickling stopped, and the arms came around me instead, holding me close, safe and warm. "I love you too, now don't poke me!" I pouted, being kissed gently instead. "pouts only get kisses, and fine, no more poking for today. Can I get a kiss instead?" Harry kissed me again anyway, and I forgot about everything, in that moment, all that mattered was his lips on mine, our bodies entangled like we were one person.