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299 Harrys POV

Going round to Toms house, we found Tom in the kitchen, looking pale and jumpy. For a second I thought he had eaten something, but then noticed that there was a lack of any signs of that. And Danny didn't look like he had been through another food battle. But, as least Tom was in the kitchen, even if he did look like he wanted to scream and run away, and was pressing himself into the corner. "morning guys, where are all the knives by the way? Did you hide them?" Danny greeted, sitting on the counter next to Tom, eating some cereal. "er, yeah, sorry about that. It was just, precautions, you know?" I answered awkwardly, hoping neither of them would react badly to that.

"yeah, I know. Better safe than sorry I guess. So, can we have some back so we can butter some toast?" Danny laughed a little, scooting over to Tom more, playing with his hair. His arms looked clean from what I could see. He had a short sleeve tshirt, only a few bracelets covering his wrist. Tom on the other hand had still got long sleeves, covering his hands and everything. I couldn't even remember the last time I had seen him in anything else. "alright, give me a sec." I ran upstairs, to where me and Carrie had hidden the knives, razors, and general sharp objects, grabbing a few butter knives before running back downstairs again.

Ten minutes later, we all had toast, apart from Tom, who was looking more and more uncomfortable as time went on. He did not like being in the kitchen, surrounded by people, all of which were eating. Not even having Dannys hand drawing patterns over his hip for comfort helped, he still stood there, almost rigidly, head as far down as possible, chewing on his sleeve, making another hole. "hey Tom, come with me a minute, I wanna play a game!" Dougie took Toms hand and pulled him out the second he finished.

"whats the thing he wants to play?" Danny asked, I shrugged. "beats me, its Dougie we're on about. I have no idea what he's up to." I answered, hearing Dougie run up and down the landing, sounding like a herd of elephants again. "must be getting some of the actions figures to play with or something." Danny commented, jumping off the counter. "yeah probably...hey did your talk go well or what?" I asked, just remembering about the talk. "yeah, went alright I guess. Tom said he had a problem and now it was sorted when I questioned him, then he admitted that he still loved me, we kissed a few times and I got to hug him closer than usual. And when I woke up, he was back on the floor again, shivering in the cold, though its not really that cold anymore." Danny explained, smiling when he got to the kissing bit. "so, a mixed talk then?" I offered, he nodded, letting me hug him close.

"think about the positives, Tom loves you, almost unconditionally, and you got to be close for a night." I encouraged, rubbing his side. "I know, I just want to know what happened to him. I had almost forgotten about it until that bl**dy presenter yesterday brought it up." Danny hissed, scratching at his arm. I pulled them apart, quickly checking his arms, seeing no new wounds. "don't think about it Dan, that interview is over, we've got a few more today, they won't mention the runaway hopefully." I reassured, they better not bring it up again. We would all go mental if they did, that issue was over and done with, there was no point in bringing it up again, especially when they were trying to stir things up.

"I know, I hope they don't, I don't want to hear it, ever again. It still hurts, I never want to hear it again." Danny shuddered, his hands tightening around me, keeping me close. I just held him tighter, knowing how much Danny needed a close hug and a bit of affection.

300 Dannys POV

This hug felt so good to me, to have someone hold me close and comfort me for a change. Not that I minded having to spend most of my time holding Tom and comforting him, but it was nice that for a change, I was the one being looked after and cared for the first time in a few months. I wished it was Tom holding me, but, I knew I couldn't have everything, and I would get him back eventually, I was sure.

"now shall we go and see what the other two are doing? Before they make the house implode?" Harry suggested, after standing with me for a few minutes, managing a smile. "yeah, alright. You never know with Dougs, do you?" I smiled a little, untangling ourselves before searching for the two usually bouncing blondes. It took us a while, but we found them eventually, searching through the music room. Dougie was looking through everything, trying to find whatever it was he was looking for, while Tom just watched him from the door, only half paying attention to whatever the little one was saying. From what I could make out from the bit of monologue we had walked in on, Dougie was talking animatedly about...aliens?

"haven't found what you're looking for then yet?" I asked, making the poor guy jump. "no, not yet! I will find it though, I will go nuts until I find that d*mn things." Dougie dived under the desk, opening all the draws, looking for the mystery object. "what are you looking for anyway?" Harry asked, poking the small boy with his foot on his bum, where his trousers had fallen down even more than usual. "the army men! And the aliens! I can't find them!" Dougie slapped away his foot, jumping back up again. "why do you want them, we're going out in a minute!" Harry laughed a little, his eyes sparking with love for our tiny blonde, who was still mentally five at times. "I dunno, just, felt like playing with them in the car or something." Dougie shrugged, clearly trying to say that he wanted to have an alien VS soldier war in the car with Tom, like they used to. "aw, we'll find them later, alright? And you can play with them when we get home, alright?" Harry slipped his hands around Dougies waist, kissing his hair.

"yeah, alright, I'll hold you to that." Dougie smiled, as a car horn beeped outside, clear sign that Tommy was outside waiting for us. I turned round to take Toms hand, and realised he wasn't here with us, but instead downstairs, opening the door for Tommy. "since when is he so d*mn silent?" I grumbled, running down the stairs, wishing Tom would just be a little louder sometimes. "hey, don't leave without us!" I almost ran into Tom, wrapping my arms around him, grabbing his bag to sling it over my shoulder. "I wasn't, I just came down." Tom grabbed his bag back, chucking it over his own shoulder. "I was joking Tommy, I didn't mean it. Now come on, we're holding people up now." I kissed his cheek and pulled on my shoes, being the last to get into the minivan.