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297 Dannys POV
I tried to kiss Tom for as long as possible, until the need to breathe got way too much to handle. I felt like I was soaring, because of Toms kiss and his words. "are we done talking now?" Tom asked, yawning loudly. "yeah we're done talking for now, thanks, for reassuring me." I smiled, kissing him again, taking advantage of his mood. "alright, night Danny." Tom pulled away first this time, turning round, bringing the duvet up to his shoulders. "night Tom, I love you." I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into me, kissing his shoulder. "yeah, me too." Tom sighed, wriggling a little in my arms until my arms weren't quite as wrapped round him as I wanted. But, I let him writhe a bit, until he was comfy, he wouldn't sleep if he wasn't comfy.
Once he stopped wriggling, I dared to slide a little closer, not moving my hands from where they had been placed, just moving my body a little closer, so I could feel Toms warmth a little more. "comfy?" I whispered, pressing another kiss to Toms shoulder, ignoring how bony he felt. "yeah, comfy." Tom nodded, holding in a wince as my hand fell on his stomach, tracing patterns over the tshirt he had on. "good, sleep tight." I was tempted, and I mean very tempted, to push my luck even more by making Tom read a book to me like he used to, but decided against it, thinking it would have been a very bad idea. I had already pushed my luck today, with the constant kissing, and the hugging, and everything else. Maybe I would try tomorrow, or another day, I just missed being able to fall asleep listening to Toms voice reading out his current book. His voice filled with happiness, his acting training coming into play.
Flashback April 20th 2010
"Dan, why aren't you sleeping?" Tom mumbled, nuzzling into my shoulder. "I'm sorry, I can't sleep. How can you tell I'm not sleeping?" I replied, turning round, running my fingers over Toms hair. "you're not snoring." Tom answered simply with a yawn, squeezing my hands. "oh, sorry, I just can't get to sleep, I can't relax at all." I sighed, finding playing with Toms hair was helping a little. "ah, well, anything I could do to help?" Tom asked, his hands tracing patterns over my chest, playing dot to dot with my freckles. "er, well, there is this one thing..." all I could think was hearing Tom read to me, his voice was just so expressive, and it was calming, relaxing. His voice always relaxed me, and I had heard him a few weeks ago reading to his three year old cousin, it was beautiful.
"don't go all shy on me now, what do you want me to do?" Tom giggled a little, pressing closer to me, almost laying on top of me. "I was just going to say, could you... don't laugh, okay?" I made him look at me, staring into his deep brown eyes. "I won't laugh Dan, I've seen you do the stupidest of things, I won't laugh now." Tom smiled, laughing a little again, apparently thinking of one of the things I had done this year already. "good, I just, hearing you...read, is quite relaxing." I blushed, tearing my gaze away from Toms. "really?" Tom looked amused and a bit confused too. "yeah, it does. Would you mind?" I blushed even more, unable to meet Toms eyes, in case he laughed in my face. "nah, what do you want to read then?" Tom sat up, moving to get off the bed. "er, whats that book that you and Carrie can't stop talking about?" I asked, Tom and Carrie seemed to be having an obsession with this one book, and it sounded quite good. "what, The Hunger Games? Ah that ones so good!" Tom grinned, picking up the book, practically bouncing in excitement. "yeah that one! Would you mind?" I felt a little better knowing it was one of his favourite books, and he looked so excited. "no of course not! This book is brilliant! Come on, get comfy!" Tom put on his glasses, increasing his adorable look.
I wriggled closer, resting my head on his bare chest, staring at his tattoo, realising just how black the ink was compared to his milky white skin. Toms arm went around me, pressing a kiss to my hair before he started reading. I was asleep within minutes.
Flashback end
I missed being able to do that, because after that first time, it turned almost into routine, we went to bed about half an hour early so we could read without going to bed really, really late. I sighed, wishing we could have that back, we hadn't finished the last book in the series yet, we were still only half way through Mocking Jay. I hadn't finished it, because I knew Tom wanted to read it too, so we were both waiting until we were ready to finish it together, I hoped that was soon!
298 Dougies POV
I sat up in bed, unable to sleep at all right now. All I could think about was Tom and Danny, about how they were getting on, Danny was supposed to be talking to Tom about why he ran away, and I could only think that it wasn't going to go well. Tom hated that subject, and when anything to do with it got mentioned, he flinched, going completely silent. How was he going to react when Danny tried to talk about it? And what if it was Dannys fault? Would he try and cut then? Would Tom even stop him, or join in and cut himself too? Or was I worrying too much about this?
"you're worrying too much about this." Harry made me jump, he was laying in bed, his head pillowed on my thigh, tracing patterns on my other one. "huh?" how did he hear my thoughts? "you were talking out loud." Harry explained, looking up at me. "oh, how are you not worried? You're so calm all the time!" I had noticed that, this whole time, Harry had always been calm, he never freaked out like the rest of us. "I am worried Dougs. Its just that you worry and get worked up about everything, I on the hand, try not to think about things. And, I trust Danny to handle things, he can handle his emotions a little better at the moment, so even if Tom does say something he doesn't want to hear, I don't think he'll do anything really bad." Harry sighed, joining our hands together.
"but what if it does get too much for him?" I whimpered, I didn't want to see another bandage wrapped either of their arms! "well he'll just have to put up with it, with Carries help, we managed to get rid of the sharp knives and razors." Harry shrugged, wow, when did he think of that? "when did you do that?" I asked, playing with his fingers in thought. "Carrie got them all packed up while we were out, I just helped her put them somewhere out of the way when we got home." Harry shrugged again, tugging at my hand until I laid down next to him. "oh, so they can't really hurt themselves?" I had to confirm it. "no, most they can do is scratch themselves, and I'm sure they'll stop each other if they try. Now, go to sleep Dougs. It'll be fine in the morning." Harry wrapped me into his arms, stroking my face gently. "alright, I'll hold you to that." I wriggled closer, taking up my usual position with my head pushed in between Harrys shoulder and neck, my arms around him, his arms around me, our legs entwined.
I fell asleep quickly, which was a relief, my nightmares still plagued me as I knew they would, but I was almost used to it, it didn't bother me as much as usual. What I was seeing was still the worst things I could ever think of, but it wasn't as bad as what it had been, because I knew it wasn't real, it was just yet another nightmares sent to wake me up screaming. At least I didn't scream much anymore, more like a small 'ah!' that was a relief, I was the only one who woke up now. So Harry got a full nights sleep still, waking up at 10 the next morning.
I rushed to get ready again, quickly pulling on any old tshirt and trousers, not caring if they clashed completely. Turned out I was in Harrys jeans, Dannys tshirt (how did that get here anyway?) and Toms jumper. The only thing that was mine was my shoes...no, wait, these were Harrys boots. Okay, nothing I had on was mine then. "liking the miss match style Dougs." Harry teased, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, looking into the mirror with me. "I was tired, shut up." I blushed a bit, flattening my hair until it wasn't almost bunching up under my headband. "I know, I like it. Looks cute." Harry smiled, handing me a belt before my jeans fell down, really, how big was his waist compared to mine?! "thanks, you need smaller jeans so I can wear them more often." I pulled the belt on, these were honestly skinny on Harry, on me, they looked so baggy! "hm, I'll think about it. Now come on, we have to get going." Harry took hold of my hand, pulling me out the door.