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199 Harrys POV
"Fletch! Don't slam the door!" I shouted at our manager as he slammed the door closed, giving me a hard glare. "why shouldn't I? You're late." Fletch crossed his arms, his attention turning to the stairs as Danny came down, wearing only a pair of boxers and a tshirt. "whats going on? You woke Tom up!" Danny grumbled, yawning loudly. "he shouldn't be sleeping anyway! You're all late!" Fletch turned red with more anger. "why? We have the day off!" Danny rubbed his eyes, staying calm. There was a small thump as Tom hopped down too, looking at Fletch with wide scared eyes.
"no you don't, you have rehearsals today! I told you this yesterday, in the car! We're going to the studio to rehearse for next weeks show!" Fletch gave Tom yet another glare, he always gave Tom the worst glares, even when he wasn't doing anything wrong. "Fletch, how are we supposed to do a show, while Tom has a broken leg?" Danny asked, stepping upstairs so he was in front of Tom, holding his arm around the blondes waist protectively. "thats why we're rehearsing! So we can sort out this whole problem." Fletch pointed accusingly at Toms leg cast, like it was an evil thing, that would actually maim us.
"do we have to? I promised that we would have a day of rest! Tommy needs rest, we all need rest Fletch. We need a break." Danny whined a little, running his fingers gently over Toms hip, relaxing a little when Tom let him do it. Tom himself looked a little uncomfortable, but managed to stand there, looking more fearful of what was happening than relaxed by Dannys touch. "yeah, we all really need a break, can't we wait a while longer, we've worked our a*ses off this week, don't we at least deserve a day of rest? And anyway, we're supposed to be letting Tom have some rest while he's recovering from a concussion, can we PLEASE let him actually recover?" I backed up Danny, moving over to the couple on the stairs.
"he's fine, why does he need more time off? Is he being an over dramatic drama queen?" Fletch growled, spitting out every 'he' like it disgusted him to even think about Tom. "Tom, come here a minute!" Carrie called, I turned round to see her head popping out from her bedroom door, obviously trying to get Tom out of the way from Fletchs anger. All we needed was Fletchs anger to cause Tom to get worse, the interviews had killed him enough as it was, we didn't need our own manager trying to make him worse. "go to Carrie honey, we'll sort this out, alright?" Danny whispered gently into Toms ear, kissing his cheek, sensing Toms confusion over where to go.
Tom followed Carrie back to her room, the door closing and music starting playing within seconds. "Fletch, kitchen, now." Danny turned to glare at Fletch, storming down to the kitchen, the rest of us following behind. "we are not coming in today to do anything, alright? We are staying here, like you promised us yesterday morning. I know for a fact you didn't say anything in the car about rehearsal today. So what the hell do you want?" Danny crossed his arms and full on death glared Fletch, all the anger and hatred that had developed over the past few weeks starting to show. "to get the drama queen back on track like he said he would be." Fletch answered cooly, with just a hint of an under tone of anger. "Tom is not a drama queen, he's ill at the moment, alright? He is ill, and you're not giving him enough chance to breathe and get better. If you let him breathe, then maybe you might get him 'back on track' as you so nicely put it." Danny hissed, scratching at his arm. I grabbed his hand before he caused more damage to himself.
"how ill is he? Its a broken leg, not cancer or something!" Fletch rolled his eyes, like we were over exaggerating something tiny. "its a broken leg, a concussion and he still doesn't think straight! Do you really think we would go over the top like this for a little thing?" I explained, before Danny got too emotional, I didn't want to trigger him into wanting to hurt himself. "no, but still, he's being over dramatic about everything! Acting all depressed after every interview and performance, cutting himself so we feel sorry for him, its all just seeking attention!" it was obvious we had found a floor in Fletchs logic. "no its not! Its not seeking attention, its actually a control thing! You know nothing of it Fletch, nothing. There is nothing attention seeking about anything Tom does, he does it because thats how he feels, unless you've forgotten that he actually has emotions like everyone else!" Danny growled, probably the best on to talk about this. "oh really? He's just making us feel sorry for him, so we don't blame him too much for the things he does!" Fletch argued back, the music upstairs turned up more.