xxPUDDxx - yeah i adored her so much at that age! and we'll have to wait and see what happens with Tom! xD
252 Dougies POV
Soon after finishing our conversation about the medication, it was show time, and it went brilliantly again. We had enough smiles and laughs to last us the rest of the tour, and having the greatest time, the three of us running on the high after having the idea about the medication hopefully helping Toms mood. Tom seemed to be in a pretty good mood too, he was happily dancing around the stage, pulling faces and doing the strangest dance moves that really didn't go with the song. It was exactly how he used to be on stage, if not just a little shaky, he seemed to have a problem keeping his legs under control. But, all in all, he looked fine, like he was really enjoying himself, having the time of his life, like he should have been. He deserved to be this happy, and I could tell it was genuine, because he looked, well, alive. It had been ages since Tom had looked alive and happy, bouncing around like he was high on caffeine and sugar. I hoped this continued into tomorrow, because we were splitting into twos to go do some signings or something in two different places. Me and Tom were together and so were Danny and Harry, I don't know why we were split like that, but, I hoped that it would go well, just so we could have a laugh like we used to.
The night passed quickly and before I knew it, we were being piled into two separate cars. Luckily, Fletch was going off with Danny and Harry, and Tommy was looking after us today, so we wouldn't have the evil eye glaring at us. "ready boys?" Tommy asked, we nodded quietly, "good, now don't worry, I'm not turning into Fletch. We'll have a fun day out, we've only got 2 interviews to do. Then we'll just probably hang out in the hotel, and do barely anything." Our manager smiled, driving off. I turned my head to look out the window, seeing Harry and Danny in their own minivan. They were already looking miserable, Fletch seemed a little less angry than usual, but I guessed he wouldn't stay in such a good mood for long. I waved as we drove off, already missing Harry, knowing I wouldn't see him for 24 hours at the very least. He gave me a hand heart and blew me a kiss, making me giggle.
I only turned around to face the front again when we drove so far away I couldn't even see the other minivan anymore, it was going to be tough to spend the day without my husband and my other best friend, but I was sure I could manage myself and Tom well enough. He probably was going to stay quiet all day like usual, but I wondered if he would try and talk to me, because it was only the two of us. At the moment, it didn't seem likely, because Tom had already pushed his earphones into his ears and had music playing, leaning against the window, seemingly in his own little world.
Tom stayed in his world for the whole car journey, he didn't say much until we got to the place we were being interviewed at, where he went straight into 'normal Tom' mode, doing most of the talking in both interviews, because I was mostly too nervous to say anything. I always was a bit nervous when I didn't have Harry around, he gave me so much strength, and a sense of protection, letting me know he would catch me if I fell. Without him I didn't have as much confidence, I was able to speak, I just didn't do it much. I mostly instead let Tom do the talking, listening to his voice, I had missed hearing it, I loved hearing his voice.
All in all, the interviews went very well, we managed to have a few laughs, and advertise the tour a little more, and all before 3 in the afternoon! So we had the rest of the afternoon and the evening off, to relax in our shared hotel room, hopefully now I could get some conversation out of Tom. "what you doing dude?" I asked, falling next to Tom on the sofa, looking at his hand scribbling over his lyric book. "drawing." Tom answered simply, shielding the book from my eyes. "can I look?" I got a head shake, "why not?" I continued, wondering why I couldn't. Usually, I could ask and I would have been shown it and told all the concept behind the drawing, because it was usually about space and me and Tom were the ones who knew all about space. No-one else really understood our fascination with it, so talking about space ending up being our thing, that we did together.
"its not done yet." Tom answered simply, in whispers, as usual. "well, whats the whole idea behind it then? Come on, spill!" I pushed a little, leaning closer. "its...nothing, just a stupid drawing." Tom shook his head, closing his book and shoving it into his bag, staring blankly at the TV. Tommy had put it on earlier, I had no idea what was playing, it didn't look at all interesting to be honest. I gave up with the drawing thing and flicked through the channels to find something interesting, finally finding The Wonders Of The Universe. Not even that got Tom talking or interacting, he just carried on staring blankly at the screen. I was determined to get him talking, one way or another, I would get him to talk to me, and just be human again.
253 Toms POV
I stayed quiet for as long as I could, trying my hardest to not look to fascinated by The Wonders Of The Universe, I had seen it before, I knew it all, why was it still interesting? And why was I such a nerd that I still found this interesting? I was trying to not be nerdy anymore, was that too much to ask? I guess I could have changed the channel, Dougie wasn't here anymore, he had wondered off to go do something, so I could have just changed the channel and resisted the urge to really zone out and go into full nerd mode, and start commenting on all these ideas that were being shown.
"Tom, I'm making some snacks, want anything?" Dougie suddenly came back in again, tugging on his headband. "no, I'm alright thanks." I shook my head, trying to look like I wasn't getting engrossed in the documentary. "okay, call me if you want anything!" Dougie went back to the kitchen area, I could still clearly see him making up a bowl of rice and tuna, well, struggling to anyway. He managed to get the rice in the microwave easily enough, but opening the can seemed to be proving a challenge, as per usual. Dougie had always struggled opening up cans, he could never really work out how to use the can opener, usually it was Harry who would come around and open up the can for him. But, now he was struggling because his husband was a 3 hour car drive away.
"how the frigging hell...ugh why aren't you opening?!" Dougie grumbled to himself, putting the can opener to different parts of the can, not finding the right way to put it on. I hated seeing him struggle like this, but I felt like I couldn't go over and help him, like I would be pushing in and making him feel stupid because he couldn't open things by himself. It was alright for Harry to do things like that, because him and Dougie were a married couple, and had always looked after each other, but I had never really looked after Dougie that much, I did a little when he was still a teenager, but not now. He was a grown man now, any help I gave him would not be appreciated unless it was asked for.
"mate, I can't get this thing open, don't suppose you could do it for me could you?" Dougie turned round, handing me the can opener and can. So, I did help him out and open the can, because it was asked for, making him grin. "thank you! My hero!" Dougie giggled, giving me a hug before going up on tip toes to kiss my cheek. It was so quick I didn't even have time to react, so his lips did actually kiss my cheek, right where my dimple would have been. It burnt a little, it was a weird sensation to feel someone other than Danny kiss me, for any reason, especially for something so little as opening a can. I mean, I only opened a can, it didn't mean I had to be kissed for it, it wasn't like I had done something amazing for him. "hey, don't look so stunned, come on, we're missing the bit about the planets!" Dougie yanked me by my hand back to the 'front room' part of the hotel room, plonking down on the sofa and starting to eat his snack.
I completely zoned out after that, so busy thinking about that kiss, I was sure that opening a can didn't warrant a kiss as thank you, in my mind, you had to earn kisses, and opening a can didn't really earn one. I didn't get why Dougie had kissed me, I only opened the can for him, why was I his 'hero' for that? Or was I just over thinking this completely? I must have been over thinking this completely, Dougie didn't mind kissing people, us 3 for certain he didn't mind. So it was a normal Dougie like thing, right?
I must have been thinking about this for hours, I didn't even realise the time passing until it was bed time and I realised that me and Dougie were in fact sharing the room. Luckily, we had separate beds, but, I didn't want to sleep in a bed, in all the hotels we had been in, I hadn't slept in my bed once, or even the sofa, I did the exact same thing I did at home, sleep on the floor. And, where was I going to get changed, without Dougie seeing the scars on my arms, or my thighs? He would freak out and realise that I was failing at stopping self harming.
"I'll get changed in here, want to get changed in the bathroom or something?" Dougie suggested, I did love his brain waves sometimes. "er, yeah." I hurried into the bathroom, changing as fast as I could, trying to ignore my scars, covering them as fast as I possibly could with clothes. Then I ran into my bed, chucking the covers over my whole body as fast as I possibly could, hiding from the world, ignoring the fact that I was not allowed a bed, or pillows, or duvets.