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235 Dougies POV
"Danny, whats up with Tom?" I asked, worried over the fact that Tom hadn't left his own dressing room for over 2 hours, there hadn't been a sound coming from his room for over an hour and a half, until there were the vague shouts of Toms vocal warm up. "I don't know, he's having trouble excepting eating food. He's ashamed, I think, and now he wants to be alone, again. Looks like I have to check his arms again tonight." Danny sighed, biting at his nails, scratching his arms. "well at least Tom actually ate something. We can't just expect him to eat straight off with no problems, just focus on the fact that he actually did eat something." Harry reasoned, standing up with me, going over to Danny, pulling his hands away so he couldn't cause damage to himself.
"yeah, I know. I'm just worried he's gunna cut again, or throw up." Danny sighed, pushing into our arms, nuzzling his face between our shoulders. "well if he does, we'll help him, and tell him that its okay. We'll all help him, alright? If he does cut again, we'll try and make him better, and see that it was wrong, we'll help him." Harry squeezed us both, kissing both of us on the head. "I hope we can, I don't want another line on his arm." Danny whispered, voice muffled by our shoulders. "I know, but, next time, we can try harder, and keep the sharp objects from him. We'll make plans to stop him and make him better, to make you both free from self harm." Harry promised, keeping a special tight hold on Danny, who needed it the most.
We held each other in silence for a few minutes before Fletch interrupted us. "boys, show time in 10 minutes. You better get over to the stage now." Fletch explained, we turned round to see him and Tom standing in the doorway. Tom was looking at the ground, looking awkward and upset again, pulling down his sleeves. He did look good though, physically, not like he had been throwing up or cutting recently. Also, Tom did look breath taking, his hair was perfectly ruffled around his pale face, framing it, his outfit was perfect too. Black jeans, that were almost skinny, but not quite, coupled with a long sleeved black shirt, both perfectly fitted for his body. Danny actually did gasp, his eyes and face melting.
"yeah, we better get going." Danny sighed, I was glad he had already warmed up his voice before our small conversation. "good, get moving boys." Fletch pushed Tom none to gently out the door, the three of us following along behind, glaring at the back of our managers head for pushing at Tom like that. He didn't need to be pushed roughly at all, especially while he was still weak. Neil handed us all out guitars, sorting out our in ear headphones, turning them all on to the right frequency. "good luck boys, you'll kill it out there like usual." He smiled, hugging us all. "thanks, we'll try our best." Danny replied, edging closer to Tom.
"good luck Dougs." Harry turned to me, giving me a hug. "good luck Haz, see you in the flip side." I joked, going up on tip toes to kiss him gently. "yeah, see you on the other side of the kit too." Harry laughed, letting me go as we all group high fived, telling each other good luck, probably telling Tom he was going to be amazing one too many times, though I was sure it wouldn't hurt much. "good luck Tommy, you'll be amazing out there, just like always." Danny finally managed to wrap his arms around Toms skinny body and kiss his cheek, he was getting really excited for the show now. For the last few shows we had done, there had been a smile on Toms face, and he had either made eye contact with Danny, or let him hug or kiss him. And each time that happened, the grin on Dannys face could not be removed, hell, even Toms smile brightened up a little more at their closeness! I wondered if that would happen today, I hoped it did, these two deserved happiness constantly, but were only managing to grab those few seconds every time we did a show, I just hoped Tom would finally let Danny hold him and be his boyfriend properly again.
236 Harrys POV
The show went brilliantly, we had a really good laugh, having a few jokes and a few 'Flones and Pudd' moments. For example, Dougie managed to get the crowd to shout 'Tom and Danny get married' , making both boys blush, then made them hug. I think Dougie really enjoyed making them do things like that, he always loved seeing them hug and smile at each other, and seeing as it was so rare at the moment, it made him grin even more. Also Danny, on his own, ended up kissing Tom during Room On The Third Floor, and in Transylvania, making the blonde smile shyly, and us all grin, Danny probably the most.
A few times, Dougie ended up visiting me up on the drum riser, sharing a loving smile with me, and coming up for a hug during the beginning of All About You. "having fun?" I asked, leaning my head on Dougies ribs, squeezing his hip. "yeah, they look so happy." Dougie smiled, leaning into my embrace, looking down as Tom and Danny sang in perfectly harmony. "I know...its our bit, see you in a while." I reluctantly let go, watching Dougie bounce back down to normal level, then doing bunny hops to the other side of the stage like that strange little boy he was. By the end of the song, he was throwing his plectrums at me, each one hitting me straight in the arm, and a few hit one of my symbols...why was it Dougie couldn't play sport to save his life but had the best aim ever when hitting me with plectrums when he knew I couldn't get him?!
"before we go onto the next song, there's someone who hasn't said a word yet and wants to say a word or two." Dougie started, the crowd went mental. "who is it Doug?" Danny asked, playing it up, the grin from the first and second kiss still wide on his face. "its...Neil!" Dougie pointed to Neil on the side of the stage, who sent him the middle finger, used to his playful jokes. "no it isn't! Seriously, who is it Doug?" Danny laughed. "Tom!" Dougie pointed to me, helplessly laughing. "that isn't Tom! Thats Tom!" Danny pointed to the actual Tom, who giggled a little at the banter going on around him. "oh yeah, thats Tom! Whose that up there then? Is it the tw*t I call my husband?" Dougie got such a load scream from the crowd I think I went deaf. "oi! I'm not a tw*t!" I threw a drumstick at him, missing and having it go straight into the crowd. "oh yeah, you're just my target at target practise!" Dougie teased, he always ended up like this when he was on stage and hyper active, it made me laugh to see what he came up with.
"I'll make you my target practise, and my weights for weight lifting in a minute!" I shot back, stumping him. "well then... oh I give up, you do that anyway!" Dougie faced me properly, grinning so wide his eyes had actually disappeared. "you bet I do, anyway hi!" I realised that we were in fact, on stage and supposed to be talking to the crowd, as expected, they screamed, deafeningly loud. "hows everyone doing? Anybody too hot? Its boiling up here!" I laughed again when everyone agreed, it was boiling in this arena, I was thankful for the fan blowing cold air behind me. "so, what banners do we have tonight... I can't read them from here!" I could read a few, but I wanted Tom to see a few too, especially the ones dedicated to him. "Tom, you're beautiful!" Danny read the main one I saw, pointing to it. "cheers." Tom half mumbled, blushing madly under the make up he had on.
"Tom you're amazing... We found Kate... Shine A Light on us Party Girls, very good guys!" Dougie read out, searching for more Tom love banners, finding a few more and reading them out, making Tom blush more and more, really highlighting how pale he really was. He was still looking ill, and a bit like he was going to pass out from heat, but still very strong. "well, I think we should get on with our last song of the night, don't you?" I hurried along, wanting to give Tom a small break, actually scared he might pass out.