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222 Dannys POV
In the morning, I woke up on the bus again, which at first was a bit of a shock, I was so used to either mine or Toms bed, but then I remembered last night. Last night was magical, Tom had smiled for almost an hour and a half, and had kissed me, so what it took a little encouragement? For once, I didn't initiate the kiss, and that was all that mattered to me. I carefully climbed down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen area, facing Harry and Dougie, cuddled up together as they ate breakfast.
"morning! Still in that happy mood then?" I laughed, enjoying seeing them look so happy and smiley for once. "yeah! Cause last night was awesome!" Dougie was bouncing on Harrys lap, I felt slightly sorry for the poor guy, having to try and control a hyper Dougie was nearly impossible, like controlling a hyper active Tom in Disney land. Wait...where was Tom?
"yeah it was, so where is Tom?" I asked, feeling a little worried over where my lover was. He couldn't have gotten far. "in his bunk I think, we did tire him out a lot last night." Harry explained, holding Dougie still on his lap, pulling him closer if it was possible. "good point...Tommy, you in there?" I turned round, pulling the curtain back to reveal a still sleeping Tom. He looked so cute, tucked up in his duvet, his fist holding it to his chin, his hair all fluffy and messed from sleep. "aw, sleep well baby, you deserve it." I leant in and kissed his forehead, flattening his hair a little. Tom groaned and nuzzled into his pillow more, shuffling a little, my grin got even wider, it was starting to hurt.
I took a picture of him sleeping and ended up tweeting it, I felt almost like it was 2 years ago, like nothing had happened. 'Toms still worn out after last night!' I put as a caption, grinning stupidly at the picture, then looking up at the real boy. Really, Tom looked like a little boy, like the boy I had fallen in love with way back when he was 17 years old. I wanted to wrap him into my arms and never let go, or freeze time and keep him like this forever, he was safe and calm in his dreams, after an amazing show, I couldn't ask for more.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I climbed into the bunk, wrapping my arms around Toms small body, ignoring the fact I could feel his bones. He would get bigger, I was sure of it, in time he would get bigger. "I love you, so much." I whispered, pressing my nose against Toms hair, taking in his smell, again it was newly washed clothes, and his honey shampoo.
Could we be like this forever?
223 Toms POV
I was surrounded by papers, hundreds and hundreds of reviews, and every single one was about me and how I failed. "Fletcher failed to hit a single note last night...Fletcher doesn't deserve to be in this band...Fletcher is failure." Each one shouted at me, proving all of my worst fears, that everyone knew that I was awful. "Tom, come here a minute." Danny appeared, he sounded different, but I ran over to him anyway, wanting his safety. "Danny help me, please, the reviews...they're so bad! I'm sorry!" I cried, gripping onto his arms. "okay I'll help you...you're fired." Danny smirked, pushing me backwards. "what? But, why?" I ran back to him, trying to grab him as he walked away. "Tom, go away, you're not in this band anymore." Danny shoved me to the floor, then walked away, leaving me crying on the floor, where was I supposed to be.
I woke up suddenly at a loud bang, hitting my head on the top of the bunk. "ow!" I grabbed my head and laid back down, feeling my head explode and tears well up my eyes. It just hurt so much, like hitting my head on the table the other week, only more painful because of the still healing cut on my head. "whoa there, be careful!" Danny made me jump, when the hell did he get in my bunk?! "I, when did you get here?" I asked quietly, clutching at my head and trying not to let the tears leak over my eyes. "about half an hour ago. Hey, let me have a look at that, that sounded painful!" Danny pulled my hands away and lifted up my hair to look at my cut head. "why did you come in here?" I looked away from Dannys face, it was alright looking him in the eyes during the show, it felt alright then, but right now, it didn't feel good at all. It felt awkward and wrong, like I was trespassing, how that worked I didn't know, it just felt like it.
"cause you looked like you were lonely, and needed a hug, so I came in. You're head looks fine, the stitches are still intact, and you're not bleeding, so you're all good." Danny smiled a little, flattening down my hair, cupping my cheek in his hand. I moved my head from his hand, I didn't really feel like being touched right now. "wheres Tom and Danny?!" Fletchs voice suddenly made us both jump. "in here Fletch!" Danny called, turning a little, keeping his hands around my waist, knowing I couldn't get out of it, I was already pressed against the wall of the bunk. "what the hell are you both still doing in there for? Its 3 in the afternoon!" Fletch ripped the curtain back, making the sun burn into the bunk, making my eyes scream at me. I was hoping that it was going to rain today, so the bright light wouldn't hurt so much, guess I had no chance of that. The lights last night had burnt so bad, I was hoping for a rest today. "we were tired Fletch, it was a late one last night." Danny defended, turning around fully, almost blocking my body from Fletchs view. "well get up now, you guys have a photo shoot in half an hour." Fletch got back up again and stormed off. "slave driver. Come on Tommy, we better go and do as he says." Danny sighed, wriggling out of the bunk and then helping me up.
I was thankful that the bus had a shower and I had already had one, so all I had to do was get changed again and eat some form of breakfast. "I'll get you some toast ready, alright? Go get changed and it'll be ready." Danny gently kissed me and left me in the 'bunk corridor' as we called it. I was thankful that Danny almost always burnt toast, so I could hopefully eat it without eating too far above my standards, I still took an extra long time getting ready though, so it was cold too. I got changed in the small cupboard on the second floor, into another pair of loose baggy trousers, and a long sleeved red shirt, and a pair of black Converse, thinking it looked alright to have a photo shoot in.
Then, I went back downstairs again, finding burnt, cold toast, like I had expected. It was the tastiest thing I have eaten in weeks, after literally eating around mould, leftovers, and from the bin, having something like this was like eating Kobe Beef, the best thing you could ever imagine. "well done baby, I'm proud of you." Danny slid to sit next to me in my bunk (I refused to eat in front of people, ever) kissing my cheek. "I only ate something, its not anything huge." I muttered, ignoring the fact that we had had a similar thing the other week. "I know, its just been ages since I last saw you eat." Danny shrugged, grinning at me, keeping his arms around me as we were called for our photo shoot.