xxPUDDxx - thanks, i shall keep that in mind in future! and Tom may be fighting back, but the question is whether or not he'll win :P
FLOYNTERxxx - because Tom can't hear anything over the voice in his head telling him different :/ but he is fighting back a bit!
313 Dougies POV
As I waited for Harry and Danny to finish talking about whatever it was, I was talking to Tom about anything I could think of, leaning on his shoulder and pulling his arm around my shoulders, playing with his fingers. "you know what, you haven't taught me anything on piano in ages." I randomly said, not really sure what else to say. "yeah." Tom nodded, looking at our fingers, letting me pull his fingers about. Tom had given me a few crash course lessons in piano before he ran away, he taught me stuff like Bubblewrap, Sorry's Not Good Enough, and had been half way through She Falls Asleep and No Worries when he did run off. I missed those hours when he would teach me how to play, and then let me play random songs, sometimes the both of us learning a song together. We always ended up in hysterical giggles each time, because I truly was awful at free styling, and mostly at playing unless I really concentrated.
"when we get 5 minutes, wanna carry on teaching me a few things? It would be awesome." I asked, I would have loved it if we could have had another piano session. "okay, whenever you want." Tom agreed thankfully, but took his hand back then, pulling his sleeves back down over his hands. "cool, I'll hold you to that." I smiled, nudging Toms side playfully, "so, wanna teach me something now?" I asked, running out of things to say. "if you want." Tom waited for me to get up, then followed me to his piano in the front room. I thought it was probably a good idea to start playing first, so I did, trying to play to where we got to with No Worries. I sounded really quite bad to be honest, I hadn't played in about two years. "god I'm bad at the moment." I blushed, trailing off. "no, you're not, you're really good." I felt arms come around my shoulders, knowing straight off it was Harry.
"uh-huh, you would say that anyway." I smiled, leaning back into his arms. "yeah, I know, but you're good. I'm jealous." Harry kissed my cheek, rubbing my side. "you shouldn't be, I'm not that good." I blushed, feeling Harrys hand rest just under my tshirt, making me smile a little more. "I think you are, so shh." Harry kissed my cheek again, tickling my side, making me squeal. I giggled and elbowed his side, stopping the tickling but tightening the hugs.
"so, what was that talk all about?" I asked innocently, whispering in Harrys ear. "nothing much, just that one day Danny might be sleeping round ours. I'll explain later." Harry explained, in the same tone as me. "okay, awesome! I'll look forward to it!" I grinned, the more people to cuddle the better in my opinion! "good, glad you agree, now how about you show me some more of this hidden talent for the piano." Harry said the last bit loudly, breaking Tom and Danny from their quiet conversation. "yeah, alright, what were you just playing?" Danny smiled, walking round to sit on the now very crowded bench. It was really only designed for one person, now all four of us were sitting on it, it was getting a little crowded, though I don't think anyone actually cared.
"I'm half way through No Worries, Tom was teaching me, but, we haven't had a chance to carry on in ages." I smiled, carefully not mentioning the cause of all this. "alright, I'll see what we can do." Danny cracked his knuckles, starting to play the No Worries tune. We spent the whole rest of the day playing various songs on the piano, I actually learnt a lot, between Tom writing down the notes in order and then playing it over and over for me, and Danny laughing as I got it wrong, and Harry smacking him on the head each time, I actually managed to have a laugh and learn to play No Worries, and a few various others that weren't ours. It was a good laugh, and a good day overall, I just wished we could carry on like this...but the next day, that idea was shattered for a very long time.
314 Dannys POV
As usual, I woke up first, to find I was in bed alone, the other half of the bed cold, meaning that there hadn't been a Tom shaped body in the bed for quite a while. I grumbled quietly to myself and sat up, spying my blonde boyfriend on the floor a little way off, shivering madly. So I grabbed the duvet and the pillows off the bed, and setting them up on the floor again, like I did the other day, curling back up to my boyfriend, trying to warm him up a little. I was thankful that last night Tom decided he wanted me round, otherwise I was sure it would have been a repeat of the night before, him sneaking into my room like he was committing some sort of crime by changing his mind about wanting to be with me that night. If he did that again, I don't know how I would have coped, just knowing that Tom didn't think he could change him mind and get into bed with me anymore, and that I couldn't tell him that he could because he would then find out I knew he did it, which would probably freak him out, killed me. I just wanted Tom to know he could stay with me, and could stay in the bed all night, he deserved a bed and night long cuddles, not however long he had before got out of bed again until I woke up and did this.
Thankfully, as I thought, Tom stopped shivering, his body relaxing against mine a little. "there we go, sleep tight Tommy, you're safe and warm now." I whispered, gently kissing his neck, ready to wait until the end of the time for Tom to wake up, just so I could see his face look so calm and relaxed like it was right now. So, now, I did take advantage and watched Toms face, taking in everything about him. From the way his hair fluttered as he breathed out to how his eyes danced under his eyelids, making him see whatever he was dreaming about. But, somehow, I got restless after a few hours, wanted to get up and do something, also, maybe some food, I was getting pretty hungry now too.
My stomach growled at me so loudly I thought I would wake Tom up, so I had to get something to eat at least, before I did wake him up. As quick as I could, I ran downstairs, making up some cereal, eating it a bit slowly to kill some time. I wanted to be there when Tom woke up, so my plan of getting him into bed all night would be put into action, but I was just a bit restless up there, with nothing to do, only my thoughts to keep me occupied. My plan was to lay on the floor with Tom so I was there with him when he woke up, I was using his thoughts of I was everything and he was nothing against him now, which I felt a little guilty about, I will admit. But, if I was on the floor with him, Tom would hopefully not want me on the floor, and if I said I was sleeping where he was, hopefully he would stay in bed all night instead of on the floor. I really did hope that worked, because I did want Tom in bed with me, so we could hug and be together, like we used to.
I finished off my own cereal and went to pour another bowl ready to Tom for whenever he woke up, but realised there wasn't actually any cereal left, I had used the last of it. "right, better go get some more." I mumbled to myself, hoping back upstairs to pull on some clean clothes, before running back down the road quickly before Tom was any wiser. I ran down to the shops, battling against the heavy wind and rain, getting soaked through within seconds, making me glad for the shops heat and shelter.
I shivered as I picked up some more cereal, hoping that Tom stayed asleep until I came back, I would have hated for him to wake up alone, risk making him think that I didn't love him or something like that. "hey, is it true? About you and Tom?" the shopkeeper asked, ringing up the cereal on the till, confusing me. "yeah, he's my boyfriend." I smiled a little, surely he knew by now, it had been mostly what we had been saying for the past week. "yeah I know that, but is it true you're on the rocks, cause of the way he is?" the shopkeeper confused me even more.
"on the rocks? What way he is? What do you mean?" what the hell, we weren't on the rocks, what way was Tom? Surely no-one had found out about his eating disorder...or his general lack of confidence? I paled. "the latest says that you two are arguing and on the rocks because of his runaway, I haven't read the whole thing yet. So is it true?" the shopkeeper carried on, okay, now I paled.