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187 Dougies POV
I ran round the house, crying my eyes out in fear, I hadn't heard from either Tom and or Danny all day, we had a bad day yesterday, please don't tell me they were cutting! "Tom? Danny? Where are you? Answer me!" I cried out, finding I had also lost Harry too. But I continued to search, figuring he had run to find the others in another part of the house. I ran in and out of all of the rooms, breathlessly crying and slowly starting to panic.
Finally, there was only 1 room left, the bathroom at the top of the house, and as I pushed open the door, I started sobbing. There was blood everywhere, on the walls, floors, the sink, the bath, the shower, everything! And in the middle of the floor, covered in their own blood, were Tom and Danny, hands joined, staring blankly at the ceiling. They were dead, their wrists and throats slashed, the razors still in their talented hands. And, oh god, on the wall, written in wet blood was 'we're sorry', a message that would haunt me forever.
I woke up screaming, sitting bolt upright in bed, drenched in liquid. For a minute I thought it was blood, but breathed in relief when I realised it was sweat. "hey, hey Dougie, whats up? What happened?" Harry asked, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me, bringing me into his soft embrace. "he, he...they, so much blood!" I stuttered, literally petrified something like that would actually happen. "was it a nightmare?" Harry guessed, I nodded. "so much blood, everywhere! It was everywhere, I couldn't save them!" I cried, breaking down into tears. "aw, Dougs, it was a nightmare, nothing more. I swear, it was a nightmare, it isn't real, I promise." Harry whispered, gently kissing my hair and rubbing my back.
"h-how can you be sure? They-they could be killing themselves right now!" I panicked, what if Tom or Danny would actually kill themselves? The other wouldn't cope, and would kill themselves too! I couldn't even take the idea of one of us being ill with flu, let alone the idea of us dying, or in this case, 2 of us! "neither Tom nor Danny will kill themselves, I promise. Its been a week since Danny last cut, alright? And for Tom its been 3 days, they're getting better, okay? We don't need to worry, the both of them won't cut tonight, and even if they do, they won't die. So shh, calm down, everythings going to okay." Harry promised, stroking hair from my face. "but I'm scared! What if they do cut too deep?! Tom already has!" I sobbed, just hearing that he had been hospital for that had killed me, and he wasn't any better now. "then Danny or Carrie will find him and look after him. We'll make sure that Tom will live, and so will Danny, I promise. The both of them are fighters, they won't give up, ever." Harry squeezed me some more and kept on telling me these things until I stopped crying, finally calming down.
"there we go, go back to sleep now Pugsley, go back to sleep, there's still a few hours left before we have to get up." Harry laid us back down again, tucking the duvet over us. "no, not yet! I need to change my shirt, wheres Toms shirt?" I scrambled back upright again, running around the room until I found Toms shirt I had been wearing to bed. I had stopped wearing it for a while, because Tom was getting better so I was getting closer to him, but I needed this now. I needed his comfort smell around me, just to feel safer. Then I grabbed one of Dannys armbands he randomly had at ours and tied it round my wrist, feeling better to have a part of all of the boys I loved so much on me.
"ready for bed again now Dougs?" Harry wrapped me back into his strong, warm arms. "yes, thanks. Good night Harry, I love you." I whispered, cuddling into his chest. "good night, I love you too. Now shhh, its sleeping time again." Harrys arms squeezed around me, and a kiss was pressed to my head and I fell back to sleep, safe and sound again.
188 Harrys POV
I was so worried over Dougies nightmares, he had so many, at least 1 a night. He hadn't slept the whole night through for so long, ever since he had found out about the self harm. He couldn't stand the thought of knowing his best friends, who were practically his brothers, hurting themselves like they were. I hated how badly he was affected by this, if I had my way, I would get rid of the urges Tom and Danny had, and erase the scars on their arms, and erase Dougies memory of ever knowing. Then we could carry on like normal, carry on like nothing was wrong...much. "oh Doug, I promise I'll sort everything for you, for you all. You'll all be okay, no more nightmares, no more tears, I promise." I whispered, kissing his still sweaty hair, squeezing him so close, keeping my baby safe from the hurtful outside world.
I spent the rest of the time Dougie spent sleeping planning a way to stop the self harm, I had only a few ideas, but I hoped they worked. I had 2 set plans ready by the time Dougie woke up in the morning, looking so cute and adorable as he woke up. "morning, feeling better now?" I asked as Dougie yawned, stretching before cuddling back into me. "a bit, just don't let me go and I'll be fine... I'm going to nick another one of Toms tshirts, this one doesn't smell like him anymore." Dougie pouted, cuddling into the shirt even more. "alright, you can nick another one of Toms if he doesn't mind. Now come on, I have a few plans that could help stop...or at least slow down, the cutting." I rolled my eyes playfully. Dougie grinned though at my words, looking so hopeful.
I explained my ideas while we showered and got dressed again, watching as Dougie started to get excited. "that could actually work! It could actually help! Harry you're a genius!" Dougie jumped into my arms and kissed me, grinning like the little boy he really was. "thank you, now shall we see if these plans work when put into action?" I smiled, laughing when Dougie nodded frantically, scrambling onto my back, making me piggy back to Tom house. "morning guys! Where are you?! We got some ideas!" Dougie shouted loudly the second we walked in, still grinning from his place on my back.
"shhh! They might be sleeping!" I warned, but found Tom in the front room at the same time. He was laying on the floor, clutching at his leg in what looked like agony, crying and biting his lip. "Tom! What happened?!" I accidently dropped Dougie as I crouched down to him, seeing what was wrong. "n-nothing." Tom spat out, barely, he looked pale, I mean paler than usual. "doesn't look like nothing! What have you done to your leg? Come on, we'll help, have you fallen over or something and hurt it more?" I gently prodded at his leg, earning a loud, deafening scream of pain from Tom. "oh sh*t, what did you do?" I noticed that the table was off centre, like it had been knocked, hard. Tom also had a bit of a cut on his head, and there was a bit of blood on the table, so obviously he had fallen over it. But the question was, why wasn't Danny or Carrie here to notice this?!
"right, come on, let me have a look at your leg." I sighed, gingerly moving Toms leg out straight and rolling up his jeans to see a purple and bruised leg, which was starting to swell too. I hissed at the sight of his swelling leg and decided we would have to take him to the hospital. There was nothing we could do to help him, and I suspected that Toms leg was broken, so it was best to take him to hospital. "Tom, we're going to have to take you to hospital, to look at your leg. I don't think I can help you on my own." I didn't want to have to take Tom up there, knowing he wasn't going to like it one bit, but really, what other choice did I have? I couldn't just try and bandage it up, it could do more damage than good. "no! I'm fine!" Tom protested, like I knew he would, fighting the pain so he looked normal, he even tried moving his leg, which just caused him to scream out in pain again.
"no, you're not Tom, just let us take you to the hospital, they'll sort you out properly." Dougie bit at his lip, playing with his phone nervously, I hoped he was texting Danny and telling him what was going on.