xxPUDDxx - hmm, we'll see if Tom gets brain damage or not ;) MWHAHAHAHAHA
193 Dannys POV
I made sure that every 2 hours, on the dot, I woke Tom up and asked him his name. "Tommy, wake up a minute please!" I shook him for the 4th time, hearing Tom groan again. "Danny, go away! How many times are you doing this?!" Tom moaned, turning over and cuddling into the pillows. "I have to, I'm sorry, but the doctors told me that for the first 12-24 hours you have to be watched! And I have to wake you up every few hours just to make sure your brain still functions! Its one of the last times, I promise. So, whats your name?" I apologised, squeezing his waist gently, glad that he was too tired to even react. "Thomas Michael Fletcher, now let me sleep!" Tom growled, his head falling into the pillow, within minutes he was snoring softly again, curling in on himself, his bony little hand holding onto the pillow under his head. In other words, he looked adorable, despite his tiny frame and dead looking skin.
"okay, you can sleep now baby. Just one or two more wake ups then you can sleep properly." I whispered, kissing his shoulder gently. Then, I went back to flicking through random TV stations, all of which on silent, just in case. I didn't want to disturb Toms sleep anymore, so the TV was on silent. It wasn't too bad really, I had seen this episode of Friends over 100 times now, so I knew exactly what was going on, though it was a little quiet. Only Toms soft snores were breaking the silence, which was nice, but still, it was too quiet for me, I liked noise, it was comforting to hear noise. Also, if it carried on being too quiet, I was going to fall asleep myself, and then who would be waking Tom up to make sure he was alright?
Quickly, I got out of bed and jogged downstairs, trying to find my phone and earphones, so I could have some music playing. Once I found them I hurried upstairs again, crawling back into bed again, putting the phone on shuffle, wondering what it could throw at me. Mostly it was happy songs that kept me awake for most of the night, and I was happy with that. Now if I could hold Tom too, then it would have been perfect...wait a minute, he was sleeping, who said I couldn't hold him?! Of course I could hold him!
As carefully and quickly as I could, I scooted down the bed and wrapped my long arms around Toms middle, nuzzling into his soft neck, grinning like an idiot. Now this was what I called a perfect way to spend a night! Curled up with my lover (well, I think Tom was my lover, to be honest, I wasn't sure, we weren't exactly trying very hard with this relationship at the moment), some music playing softly, the TV shining a light over the both of us, perfect. Without realising it, I fell asleep, and to be honest, I couldn't even bring myself to care.
194 Toms POV
I woke up when the sun glared into my eyes, practically burning them with its brightness. I groaned and turned over, twisting my leg awkwardly, regretting it when a huge searing pain flew up my leg, making me cry out in pain. "huh, what? Baby, whats wrong?" Danny woke up too, sounding disorientated and confused. "n-nothing, just my leg, and the sun in my eyes." I managed to say, as more pain hit me. A headache starting up before I even moved again, my leg throbbed, and I started to feel nauseas, so exactly like I had done yesterday. "alright, give me a sec, I'll get the duvet. We have 6 hours until we have to go out." Danny pulled the duvet over our heads, reminding me that we had an interview today. Ah hell, how was I supposed to explain away this cast?! 'I fell over a table' wasn't going to sound very good was it?! But what else could I say? Nothing! It was the only thing I could say... I hoped no-one laughed at me because of it.
We stayed in bed for a few more hours, then got up, when Carrie came in to tell us Fletch had arrived, and so had Harry and Dougie, so they were waiting for the both of us. "fine, come on then Tom, better go show our faces." Danny yawned, looking so tired. He had been up most of the night with me, I felt guilty for leaving him like this now. But, I followed along behind him, like a good little boy, finding, as was said, Harry, Dougie and Fletch in the kitchen. The couple were eating some cereal, seemingly wearing each others clothes yet again, because Harry was clearly wearing Dougies 'I hate her' tshirt, and Dougie was in Harrys jeans, because they weren't as tight as normal. Also, Dougie had one of Dannys armbands on his arm, in amongst his own growing mass of bracelets that ran halfway up his arm, where the hell had he gotten that from?
"morning!" Danny yawned, sliding into a seat next to the couple, grabbing the spoon off Harry and eating it instead. "morning, have we finally decided to show our faces then instead of sleeping in for hours? And god, what the hell have you done now Tom?!" Fletch looked at me, using that clearly annoyed tone he always used when we did something we really should not have done. "I, er, sort of...broke my leg." I sighed, looking away from the guys, realising just how bad that sounded. "you broke your leg, how did you manage that?" Fletch asked, already getting out his phone, he was going to have to start calling people to tell them we needed special stuff now, or start cancelling stuff. "I fell over. I'll be fine though, really, I'm still capable of playing!" I tried to reassure him that we could get on with the concert we had coming up, because I could get on with playing the gig! I was sure I could play the gig, I just wouldn't have been as mobile as usual, that was all!
"really? You gunna be up for playing the show in 2 weeks?" Fletch started to put down his phone. "yeah, defiantly, a broken leg won't affect my playing, I swear! I'll just have to stand still, it'll be fine, I'm sure." I nodded, managing to sit down on a stool next to the wall, picking at some toast. "alright, we'll take it from here for today. The both of you need to get ready then we'll go out to this interview, so hurry up eating, or eat in the car. Also, Danny, you look knackered, have a sleep in the car or something, alright?" Fletch starting calling people again, leaving us to get ready.
I managed to get ready first somehow, dressed in baggy jeans (to hide the cast a bit) a white tshirt and black cardigan, my hair was still covering my eyes a little, and the bruise that was forming on my head. So I guessed I looked okay, but it didn't stop me checking my reflection 7 times a minute on the way to the studio, just to make sure I was still looking alright.
The interview was a minor miracle, there was nothing about my new discovered 'mental illness' or much about the run away. Mostly, it was more 'what the hell happened to your leg' and 'when are you getting back to touring' and generally band things. I didn't say too much after we got past my broken leg, just left the others to come up with sensible answers that made sense, just adding in my occasional comment. The last magazine reviews words still haunted my mind, talking about how I didn't fit in and how I tried to join in with the jokes but failed. I wasn't even trying anymore, just leaving everyone else to talk and make people laugh. Also, I didn't hold onto Dannys hand like I used to, just stayed where I was on my chair, letting everyone laugh around me, claiming to be tired. To be honest, I was just too nauseas and self conscious to speak, I felt like I was going to actually throw up any minute, and for once, it wasn't because I looked awful. I don't know why, but I felt so sick, like I was gagging whenever my head throbbed, which was constantly, I felt awful, and just wanted to crawl back into bed and hide until this passed. But I knew I couldn't, I had to stay where I was, I had to keep on going. This was for all of us, I had to keep on going, or I would let everyone down, and I couldn't let everyone down again, I just couldn't.