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202 Dannys POV

Carrie had kicked me, Harry and Dougie out of her bedroom so she could have some time alone with Tom, while they were hair straightening. I was kind of shocked that Tom was actually helping out Carrie, and was letting her touch him, but it couldn't be anything but a good thing. At least Tom was letting someone be with him, and touch him, do something for him. I still wanted it to be me though, so I could be the one fiddling with his hair, just like we used to. One of my favourite things to do was to sit for hours on end, playing with Toms hair, twirling it between my fingers, messing it up so much it looked like he had just woken up.

Eventually, the door opened, and I heard footsteps along with hopping, which was clearly Tom moving. He went to his bedroom and closed the door, and Carrie came downstairs, fiddling with her perfectly made plaits. Tom had always been good with plaiting his sisters hair, and straightening it, and generally styling it. "whats he up to then?" I asked, wondering why Tom wasn't downstairs, getting some breakfast. "sleeping, Toms knackered, he feels ill. He hasn't had a good night from what I heard, so he should be allowed some more time to rest." Carrie answered, curling up on the sofa, picking up Marvin and stroking him.

"alright, I'll go up in a while and stay with him, Tom needs some company, in case he needs to talk, or is sick." I promised myself I would go back up there to see him, if only just to hold Tom close so he was comforted during his dreams. I knew Tom had nightmares, about what I didn't know, but Tom had always had nightmares, over mostly the most randomest of things. But right now, I knew it was probably his insecurities. I wanted to protect Tom from everything still, including his nightmares, I just hoped staying with him would help him in some way.

I waited half an hour then went upstairs, finding Tom in his room, plucking at his guitar quietly, fully concentrating on the music. He looked perfect as he sat there, the light was hitting him just right. Toms hair was glowing in the light, and his skin was almost glowing, for the first time in forever. Also, from my angle, I could see the start of a smile on his perfect face, that infamous dimple just starting to poke in Toms cheek...my god I had missed the perfect dimple. Just the sight of that dimple was enough to make my heart pound inside my chest, and pterodactyls fly around in my stomach, it stopped me in my tracks every single time.

"what do you want Danny?" Tom made me jump, breaking me from my staring. "I was wondering what you were up to. You're on your own again, I thought you would want some company." I managed to say, hoping Tom believed me. "I'm fine by myself." Tom answered, never taking his eyes from his guitar. I wished he had the courage to look up at me, or anyone for that matter, I missed looking into those chocolate honey eyes, getting lost in them. "you sure? I'd like to stay with you, just hang out, like we're supposed to." I just wanted to spend some time with Tom while we weren't sleeping, try and fool myself into thinking that we were a happy couple like we were, that there weren't scars on our arms, like Tom could and would look at me, touch me, and generally be that perfect boyfriend I had always dreamed of. "fine, stay here if you want. I'm just being boring anyway." Tom grumbled, he wasn't exactly happy with this, I could tell, but I was going to stay, there was nothing he could do to stop me. I wanted to spend time with my boyfriend, and make him better, and that was exactly what I was going to do.

203 Toms POV

Danny sat down next to me on the floor, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them. "any requests?" I asked, indicating the guitar. "something you haven't played me before, surprise me." Danny smiled, his arm winding round my shoulders. "er, alright, but I'm not singing." I warned, no way was I singing more than I had to. I still sounded so awful, I couldn't put Danny through that torture. "alright, I don't mind. I love hearing you play anyway." Danny squeezed my shoulder, so I decided to play a song called 'Runaway'.

My fingers shook as I played it, knowing that if anyone ever read those lyrics, they would remember the runaway. I had written this song while I was still in hospital, and had only just written it down a few months ago, I liked it a lot, I just didn't want everyone to know about it. I didn't want Fletch to shout at me for trying to remind people about me running away. He viewed it like it was a horrible, terrible thing, like I had killed someone that wasn't myself. I never dared to mention it, knowing how much Fletch would kill me for it.

I finished without messing it up too badly, waiting for Danny to say something. "its beautiful, I like it, we should record it." Danny finally said, smiling softly. "we can't." I shook my head, we couldn't record it, Fletch would kill me. "why not?" Danny asked, soothingly running his fingers over my shoulder. "you haven't read the lyrics, its about running away. Fletch would kill me." I whispered, I was terrified of what Fletch and Paul were capable of, it was Paul who shoved me over and hurt my ankle in the first place. What else was he capable of, I dreaded to think. I didn't want to provoke either of them to be honest, I would hate to have more injuries to explain away. It was hard enough to try to explain to people about my leg, let alone anything else.

"who cares what Fletch thinks? He is a tw*t, you shouldn't care about his opinion. We should record it." Danny encouraged, but I was sticking to my thoughts, I was not recording this song, no way, I would not let it be recorded. Fletch would actually kill me, or leave me close to death, I was not risking it.

"I don't care, we are not recording it. Now can we change the subject?" I was desperate to change the subject, not wanting to record this song, this one was staying in my lyric book, never to be heard again. "alright, what do you want to do?" Danny asked, playing with my straight and (finally) styled to perfection hair. "I don't know, I'm not bothered." I shrugged, I wanted to practise today, despite my headache and sick feeling, but wouldn't be bothered if I didn't. It all depended on what the others wanted to do. "right, well I want to listen to music in the comfy chair and fall asleep in it, just like we used to." Danny pulled me up and helped me hop to the cinema room, setting me down in the comfy chair. Then he put on a CD in the player, cuddling up to me in the chair, not caring that I was whimpering and writhing to get away. He only shh'd me and told me to relax, that relaxing would do me some good. Eventually I gave up struggling, feeling my head start to pound and the nauseas feeling come back, and tried to relax in my boyfriends arms. I managed it after a while, and I fell asleep, wondering if this was the plan all along.