FLOYNTERxxx - hmmm we'll have to see about what it does to Tom! :P
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315 Toms POV
I woke up slowly, not feeling anyone around me, I was completely on my own. This was weird...Danny was usually in the room somewhere. He went home, tired of sleeping in the same room as you. I ignored that voice, surely he didn't do that, did he? Maybe Danny was just downstairs, yeah, he was probably downstairs, eating breakfast. I probably just overslept, so I had better get ready, ready for whatever today was bringing.
I went into autopilot, hopping into the cold shower, quickly washing, trying not to look at the scars covering my arm and thighs or how disgusting I looked before hurriedly dressing in anything that covered me. Then I set about the task of doing my hair and make up, I may have always put a hat over my hair, but I still needed to fix it up a little, so it looked alright underneath, in case my hat got pulled off somehow. I covered my arm scars with make up, and my face, trying to make myself look less deformed, and a little more normal. It doesn't work, you still look deformed and abnormal. I sighed, I wished that voice would shut up occasionally, so I could feel like I was doing something right for a change.
"Tom? Where are you?" Danny suddenly made me jump, I hadn't even heard the door slam. He sounded panicked, what had happened now? I came out of the bathroom, facing a soaked through Danny, holding a magazine, and some cereal...what the hell? "we have a problem. Its Fletch, he's been saying more sh*t! He's saying that..." Danny hesitated, chewing on his lip. "Fletch? Whats he said?" I asked, not used to asking questions, it felt weird. "he's said, can I just say first that its not true, and I love you, so much, no matter what." Okay, now Danny was scaring me, "he said, he said that we're arguing a lot and our relationship is on the rocks...because you're...different." Danny brought me into his arms, almost pinning me against his body.
They know, they know you self harm, they know! You idiot! You let it slip! I whimpered, the public didn't know that I cut, did they? They couldn't have known! I was careful, I had been careful, why was Fletch doing this?! You made him lose his job because you're pathetic. But, surely, he had tried and failed at making me fall apart, surely he would have stopped?! "b-but we were careful, we were careful!" I whimpered, starting to think about this. Were we on the rocks right now? Surely we weren't, were we? Was my behaviour starting to effect Danny and mines relationship? Was he growing tired of me, and we were going to break up?!
"I know we were careful, but its Fletch, he seems to be trying to spill our secrets now. But this one isn't true, so we can deny it completely. Because I love you, unconditionally, nothing will change that, ever." Danny whispered in my ear, keeping the magazine away from me. "it'll be okay, we just have to be careful, and try to deny it. No-one has noticed anything before this, so we can try to disprove this whole thing. Don't worry baby, we'll sort it out." Danny reassured, wait, no-one had noticed anything?! Did this mean he didn't love me anymore and we were on the rocks, and that no-one had noticed my scars yet? But, I was confused, were we on the rocks? Was our now public relationship already proving too much for us both, were we going to break up? We couldn't break up! I didn't want to break up! I loved being together, I felt vaguely happy when I was with Danny, I felt better with him, how could we break up?!
"hey, hey, oh baby, don't cry! Oh Tommy, don't cry, its going to be okay!" Danny made me realise that I had started crying, leaning needily onto him. Pathetic, just pathetic. Stop trying to gain sympathy here. I wasn't trying to gain sympathy, was I? I was just scared, and upset, I just didn't want to break up, I just wanted to stay with Danny forever, thats all I wanted, was that too much to ask? Of course it is, you don't deserve it. You're a pathetic attention seeker, you don't deserve to have a boyfriend.
"oh baby, stop crying, we'll sort it out." Danny promised as the door slammed close. "that'll be Harry and Dougie. I called them a few minutes ago, wanna go down and see them?" Danny asked, letting me go and wiping my tears instead. "n-no, I can't." I whimpered, pushing his hands away, I didn't want to be seen crying, gaining more sympathy, which I didn't need. "alright, well, I'll go and explain whats happened, just stay here. Take a deep breath and calm down, it'll be alright, I promise." Danny kissed my forehead, running out the room.
316 Dannys POV
My heart broke into pieces as Tom cried, but I had to leave him to tell Harry and Dougie what was going on, I just hoped he would be okay for a few minutes. "whats happened Dan? Whats the major panic?" Harry asked first, no Dougie in his arms, or anywhere to be seen. "wheres Dougie?" I asked back, seeing Harry without Dougie was...unnatural. "he's in bed, I didn't want to wake him yet. The worry kills him every time. I thought it best to leave him until we both know whats going on then go back and tell him in full. So whats happened now, wheres Tom?" Harry explained, he looked like he hadn't actually wanted to leave Dougie, but it was actually for the best I think. "oh right, Toms upstairs, taking a few minutes to calm down, he's so upset..." I explained the whole thing. How the magazine was told by Fletch that our relationship was being strained because Tom had been anorexic before and was falling down that hole again. They were saying that I couldn't handle it, and I was giving up on him, and had included a whole timeline, giving a timeline of Toms weight and when he started getting like that. It was heart breaking, seeing the pictures, remembering how Tom hadn't eaten in weeks and me having so many arguments with him over it, before I finally admitted I loved him and it changed his mind.
"wheres the magazine? Have you read the whole thing?" Harry asked, wait...where was it? "oh sh*t, I left it upstairs with Tom!" I ran upstairs again, bursting through the door, thankfully Tom wasn't reading the magazine. He was still crying, sitting on the floor, head in his hands, but he seemed to be getting better now. "its going to be okay Tommy, I promise, its going to be okay. We're talking about it now, we're going to fix this, I promise, we'll fix this." I knelt in front of him, hugging his tiny little shaking body, kissing his hair. "I-I'm so sorry." Tom whimpered, keeping his head down, his hands covering him. "there's nothing to be sorry for, don't worry, there's nothing to be sorry baby. Its not your fault, its Fletchs." I sighed, wondering if Tom had seen something in that magazine, I hoped to god he never saw that timeline. That timeline would destroy him, that time where he was in the dark hole of an eating disorder was never talked about, ever. I was scared it would trigger him back into it, or make his already almost nonexistent eating habits worse.
"sh*t, this is kinda bad." Harry whispered, obviously having already scanned the 6 page spread of us. Tom whimpered loudly again. "what are we going to do?" I asked, because, what were we going to do? "deny it, deny it to hell. Its all we can do really. Look, I'll go get Dougie and phone Darren, this is not going to be a fun phone call wake up." Harry hurried back downstairs, pulling his phone out of his pocket, already on the phone. "see Tommy, Harrys getting Dougie and Darren. Darren will know what to do. I'm sure, he'll know what to do. We'll make it better, alright? We'll make it all better again." I promised, we would make it better, I was sure, we would make this all better, I would make sure Tom never cried over this again. And he would not fall back into an eating disorder, I was not letting him fall deeper, I swear, he was not going to fall again. He was not falling again, ever, he was never falling down like that, I was going to support him and protect him. The papers would not get to Tom again, they were not going to warp his thoughts, I swear they were not going to warp his thoughts into terrible thoughts again, and if they did, there would be hell to pay.