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233 Dannys POV
"Tommy, gunna eat something? You need it." I asked, holding an apple out to him. "no, I'm fine." Tom shook his head, staring at the apple, looking half way between horrified and tempted. "baby, you know what the hospital said. You have got to gain some weight, or they're going to take you away." I shuddered at the thought, I would do anything to keep him away from the hospital. "I don't want to." Tom whispered, pushing my hand away, but letting me keep my arm around his waist. "you have to, its difficult I know, but you'll feel better. The bruises won't come up anymore and you'll be stronger! Its just an apple, its not going to hurt you in any way." I was glad we were sat by ourselves in Toms dressing room, I didn't really fancy anyone else hearing this, not after we had made our promises to not tell anyone about the bruises or the cutting.
"but I've already eaten." Tom whimpered, getting up from his seat on the arm of the sofa, going to the window instead. I followed along behind, wrapping my arms around his tiny waist, seriously, Dougie was fatter than Tom right now, and that was saying something. "what did you eat and when?" I asked, gently kissing his shoulder. "I ate before you got up, I had...toast." Tom replied, clearly lying through his teeth. "liar, seriously, when was the last time you ate?" I pushed, feeling and hearing Toms stomach growl, he sounded hungry.
"this morning, I swear! I'm not lying, it was this morning!" Tom writhed out of my arms, wrapping his own arms around his waist, protecting it from view and from my hands. "alright, alright, I believe you," I really, really wanted to, but I actually didn't, "but you can't survive like that, eat this, its all I'm asking. You'll perform better on stage with this." I pleaded, hating seeing the little colour in Toms face drain away at this conversation. "I'll be fine, stop worrying." Tom shook his head defiantly, backing away and into the corner. "no you won't, you promised me that you would try, please." I begged, following him to the corner, still holding the apple.
"I-I don't want it though." Tom whimpered quietly, pushing the apple away. "why not? Its not like its unhealthy, its good for you, twice as good for you." I encouraged, letting him push it away, but not letting go of the fruit. "I-I, don't know. It doesn't feel right!" Tom cried, covering his face with his shaking hands. "aw baby, calm down. Its just an apple. It'll be hard at first, but it'll get better." I sighed, trying to put the apple in his hand. "I don't want the apple." Tom dropped it, shaking a little. "alright, want do you want instead? I can get you anything!" I grinned, hoping that this was a break through.
"I, er, want a...banana." Tom shocked me. Tom hated bananas, and I mean, almost ran screaming from a room when one was around him. "really? You sure?" I asked, sure that this was a mistake. "y-yeah." Tom nodded, sliding down the wall until he was curled in a ball on the floor. "alright, I'll go get you one. I'll be back in a minute, don't go anywhere." I kissed his hair and quickly wandered out, into the dressing room me, Harry and Dougie were sharing. "how is he?" Harry asked first, squeezing Dougie close. "he's been better. But, I've been asked to get a banana for him, which is strange." I explained, grabbing one from the table with that food. "seriously? What the hell?" Dougie looked very confused. "I don't know, but he's willingly eating, so should we really care?" I shrugged, because really, should we be worrying as long as Tom was eating, even if the thing he was eating he hated?
"I guess, but if he just eats the food he hates then we'll should worry." Harry reasoned, protectively pulling Dougie even closer, seeing him pale a little more.
234 Toms POV
I didn't want to eat! I didn't want to go near any type of food! Why was Danny doing this to me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone to get on with it, instead of trying to constantly make me eat?! I was crying miserably by the time he came back in again, carrying the dreaded fruit. Bananas were the most disgusting thing I had ever seen before I ran away, I had always feared them, thats why I had chosen to eat it, because I hated it so much it was still in the standards I was allowed.
"are you sure that you want this and not something else? There's crisps and stuff in the other room that none of us are eating." Danny sighed, crouching down in front of me. "y-yeah, I want it." I lied, I wanted to scream and run away, hide from the evil yellow thing, forget all about the conversations about eating and the bruises. "alright, we'll take this slowly then." Danny started peeling it, I don't know what I was more afraid of, eating it because it was disgusting, or eating it because I 'needed' to. I didn't need to eat more than I already was, I swear! I was fine, yes, maybe a little on the skinny side, but if I wasn't then everyone would take the p*ss even more. It was bad enough they judged me for my face, let alone them judging me on my weight and then making jokes. I had been there before, I was not going back!
"d-don't look at me!" I cried, no-one could look at me while I ate, people would think I was a pig, and even more disgusting than usual, they couldn't watch me! "alright, I won't look at you. I'm proud of you, by the way, for trying. It means a lot to me that you're trying." Danny smiled a little, handing me the banana and kissing my head, before turning round. "n-no! Get out! Y-you can't be here!" I cried again, I couldn't even be in the same room as someone while eating, I couldn't do that! It wasn't right for them to be in the same room as a pig, I couldn't make people sit with me! "alright, I'll go into the corridor. I'll be back in a while, and I'll be checking that you've eaten it and not just hidden it." Danny sighed and got up, didn't even look at me as he walked out, leaving me to force myself into eating this banana.
It tasted exactly like I remembered it too, horrible, it made me want to throw up it was so vile. I cried the whole time, trying desperately to pull myself together, to remind myself it was just like everything else I ate. But I hated what I ate, the whole lot of it was either out of date, mouldy, stale or just what was left from what the others had eaten the day before. I couldn't even remember the last time I had eaten something nice willingly, it must have been last year sometime, whatever it had been must have been nice though.
I was a complete wreck by the end of the banana, it took Danny over 2 hours to calm me down. No-one else even noticed how much I was breaking down either, Harry and Dougie stayed in their dressing room, didn't even poke their heads round the door to see what was wrong. They must have really hated me, for being such a drama queen, and for taking their secret boyfriend from them. I didn't mean to, Danny just insisted on sitting with me and helping me to calm down, I never asked him too!
"there we go, shhh, baby. You'll be okay, you did so well, I'm proud of you, we're all so proud of you. I love you." Danny whispered gently, kissing my hair. "go away." I moaned, I didn't want to be around people anymore, I was ashamed of myself. I was taking away two other peoples boyfriend, making him sit with me as I had a mental breakdown because I ate the worst food known to man, even though I was supposed to be used to it by now. Again, I was over dramatising everything, just like always, and keeping my lover away from his own private lovers. I couldn't just let this happen, I had to let him go, go be with the people who made him happier than I could ever make him. "I'm staying Tommy, you need someone to stay with you right now." Danny shook his head, tightening his arms around me. "no, I don't. You've let me be alone every other gig, leave me alone now." I pushed out of his arms, standing up, feeling sick. Why did I eat that banana? It was the most horrible thing I had ever tasted, why did I eat it?! "yeah, but the last few you haven't eaten beforehand, I want to stay with you. That was a big thing to do, and you need to be around people more, you're always trying to be on your own, you need company sometimes." Danny sighed, grabbing my hands, stroking his thumbs over the back of my hands.
"I've been around you all morning, now go away. Its 2 hours before show time, we've got to get ready." I growled, pulling my hands out of his, I had already left it too late to get ready. I needed a day to actually make myself look presentable, I only had 2 hours, I was going to have to rush. "fine, but, when you're ready, come into our room, we miss you in there, doing a whole band warm up, like we used to. It's not fun when you're not in there." Danny thankfully gave in, pleading me at the door. "whatever, just, leave me alone. Go have fun." I closed the door, locking it too so I wasn't going to get caught, sprinting to the bathroom, getting rid of that vile thing I had just eaten, cutting a few more lines into my skin as punishment for even trying to eat. Before running over to the wardrobe, picking out a semi reasonable outfit and pulling it on, sorting out my hair and make up as quickly as I could. I still looked a mess 2 hours later, like I had been in an awful car accident or something, but it was better than what I had originally looked like. I could never go out looking like I did normally, it would be awful, I would never live it down. This time, I could only hope that the reporters here wouldn't decide to take pictures, or really notice how awful I looked right now. At least my scars were covered up, along with the bruises, at least I wouldn't be found out because of that.