I am really sorry for this, but, there have been 33 different views since this chapter was uploaded and no-one has commented. Now I understand that there's exams, and that's why my usual commenters haven't commented, I fully understand that I don't blame them for focusing on exams and everything. But still, 33 different people have read the previous chapter and not commented, it doesn't take a few seconds to post a comment on a chapter, whether it just be saying that you've enjoyed the chapter, or if its some constructive critism, I am honestly open to any comment anyone can give me. I want to know how you feel about this fic, so I know how to improve and what types of scenes and things you enjoy, so I can write more of them!

So, what i'm going to do is update for one of the last times commentless, and if by the end of June I don't start getting any comments, then, I'm sorry, but I'm just going to stop posting. I've worked so hard on this fic and it disheartens me so much to see the view count go up and the comment count stay the say. If I start to get comments by the end of the month, then I'll carry on posting, if none arrive, then I'm just going to stop posting. I'm sorry to anyone who usually comments and has exams, I do understand the situation for you as I've just finished my exams, but this just really disheartens me to see all the views go up and the comment number stay the same.

296 Toms POV

Eventually, after spending hours curled up on the floor together, Danny thought it was a good time to go to bed, or at least get settled in bed so we could talk. So, we said goodnight to the guys (Danny getting a quick whispered talk from Harry and Dougie) and got ready for bed. "Tommy, you know I said we needed to talk while we were at the interview today?" Danny started, I regrettably visibly cringed and whimpered. "I didn't run away because of our relationship." I said straight out, voice hard. "are you sure? Cause if you did, tell me what I did wrong, and I can change! I'll change for you, so you never feel like that ever again." Danny whispered, eyes downcast, staring at our hands. They were laying next to each other, not actually being held. He's had enough of holding your hands, don't grab it.

"it wasn't you, it was me, completely me." I lied, it was partly him, and everything everyone else was saying. I had convinced myself he didn't love me, because how could he? I was disgusting, he was perfect, I was pathetic and weak, it was all the voices inside my told me, everyday, all the time. I was worthless and pathetic. I was nothing compared to Danny, and he could never love me, only feel sorry for me, because I couldn't make friends.

Flashback, 2 days before the runaway

"You're nothing, you are. Just poor, weak little Tommy baby, nothing more than an over grown boy, not even over the age of 6. Can't even do anything by himself, can't even sleep without being tucked in at night, and has to have his TV on so he can sleep. Is little baby scared of the dark?" a dark voice taunted, their voice flitting between Danny, Harry and Dougies. "No shut up! Just shut up! I am not weak! I'm not a baby!" I cried out, clutching at my head. "Yes you are, you're such a little baby, such a weak excuse of a human. You're not loved, at all, you're just a sob story people look after out of sympathy. Just get out, just go, you'll make everyone happy that way." the voices laughed, echoing in my ears over my shaking breath.

"No! I-I can't! I c-can't go! They'll, they'll be so upset!" I argued, knowing I was going mad now, but I just needed to get this voice out of my head! "No they won't, they won't be upset. No-one will be upset. They'll go out and party because you're gone. Pack your bags and go, make everything better, go on, just do it. Or better yet, get that knife, slit your throat and make everyone happier, give them one last mess of yours to clean up on your way out." the voice cackled, somehow directing my head to look at a knife on the counter. It looked sharp and it glinted in the sunlight. "Stop it, shut up! Its not going to happen! Just shut up and leave me alone!" I cried, falling to my knees, my hands ripping at my hair, almost pulling out chunks of it. "The world wants you gone, just go, leave if you can't stomach killing yourself. Your bags are packed for the next tour, just take them and leave. Free your precious Danny, free him from the torture you put him through." the last one did it, I couldnt take it screaming in my head anymore, I was going, leaving everyone behind, the voice was right, I had to go, it would free everyone from the torture of me around.

Flashback end

That voice hadn't gone away, it had gotten worse, always telling me I was worthless, that I needed to die. I didn't want to kill myself, but if I cut too deep one time and I just happened to bleed to death, then I wouldn't have cared much at all. It was hard to ignore the voice, and it was really starting to drag me down, I didn't want to hear it anymore, I needed it to go. I will never leave you, even when everyone else has, I will never leave you alone. "but what happened to you then?" Danny asked, running a hand over my face. "nothing, nothing happened." I pushed his hand away, keeping it on the pillow, my face was deformed, someone so perfect should have never have to touch that.

"something must have, for you to want to actually run away, and for you to act like you do now." Danny sighed, pulling my fingers until he was holding them in his hand, dwarfing my whole hand. "I had a problem, its sorted now. There's nothing else to say about it." I almost glared, I did not want to talk about this, this conversation had happened with so many people, I didn't want it again. "you said you were sorry, the other day, at the hospital, you said you were sorry for running away, why?" Danny shuffled closer, lifting my chin so I was facing him. "because I'm sorry for running away, why else?" I muttered, really, that was a stupid question to ask. I really did actually feel guilty for running away, if I hadn't, then none of this would have happened. Fletch would still have a job, Danny wouldn't have the same self harm urges as I had, and probably would never found out about me. And probably I would have gotten away with just acting like I was fine still, while I was actually dying on the inside. At least then I wouldn't have had so much attention on me.

"but why are you sorry?" Danny pushed, playing with my hair, pushing it off my face. "I just am, okay? Can we stop talking about this? I've been through this so many times, its getting boring." I turned over, thankful that the monster seemed dormant for a while. "I'm sorry, I just want to understand. That presenter scared the sh*t out of me, making me think I did something to make you run off from me. I just want to make myself see that you won't run from me again, and that you still love me." Danny admitted, I turned round again. "he lied, picked up ideas from thin air. Its not true." I reassured him, wanting so badly to say the magic three words, but I couldn't. Those were big words, huge words, I couldn't come out with them yet. If I ever could, I probably would never be able to say them, not in that order anyway. I had said our relationship was love today, but that was as far as I could say without getting choked up, something completely blocking my throat so the words couldn't come out. "so you still love me then?" Danny asked, from what I could see from my downcast gaze, he looked so hopeful.

"yeah, yeah I do." I nodded, gulping down the lump starting up in my throat already. "good, cause I love you too. Come here." Danny grinned, bringing me closer, gently kissing me, making my heart pound inside my chest.