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xxPUDDxx - haha! *prepares self*

329 Dougies POV

I kept close to Harry until we got to our dressing rooms, Tommy had learnt to give us two now, so Tom was comfortable to get changed by himself. Though, Danny still looked like a kicked puppy when Tom left to his own room, the blonde also looking a mix between a lost child and a kicked puppy too. "Dan, what happened yesterday?" Harry asked, as Mellissa left us three alone to tend to Tom, though he was already made up, like always. I hadn't seen him without make up and messy hair in weeks, possibly months. I dreaded to think what he looked like underneath all of that make up. "nothing, nothing really. We hugged a lot, and went to bed. He's just a bit depressed." Danny sighed, going through the rail with all of our clothes on.

"but you look so worried, whats happened?" I pushed a little, feeling a little confident. "he hasn't cut before you even go there, and neither have I. we're just a bit tired, and Toms just a little upset still, those pictures were horrible anyway, I don't blame him." Danny explained, picking out a black and white striped tshirt, accompanied with a jacket, with blue skinny jeans with a rip at the knee. "you sure that's it?" Harry pushed a little, changing into my 'I hate her' tshirt, having already changed into a pair of jeans. "yeah, I'm sure. We just need some sleep, and for this whole thing to go away. We'll be fine after that." Danny nodded, fiddling with the key around his neck again. "alright...are you ever going to take that off?" I nodded towards the key in his fingers.

"no, probably not. Or at least not until its the right time to give it to Tom. Whens he's better. I'll give it to him then, its like a goal of sorts, to be able to give this to him and have him say that he'll move in with me." Danny sighed, I knew he had been planning on asking Tom to move in with him on their anniversary, but he never got the chance, because Tom disappeared before he got the chance. "makes sense, but, you should defiantly ask him at some point, it is awesome living together." I smiled, leaning on Harrys side, holding his hand as it slid around my waist. "I know it is. And I know we sort of live together, but, I want it to be official." Danny tucked the key back into his tshirt, leaving his other necklace to be seen. He never usually let the key be seen, it was always tucked into his tshirt, it was like it was his little secret, before pulling on his shoes, signalling the end of the conversation.

I shrugged it off, getting changed myself, into my ripped jeans, tucking a bandana into the back pocket. "boys, are you ready yet?" Tommy came in, Tom standing behind him, looking nervous as hell. "yeah, we're ready." Danny practically ran into Tom, enveloping the blonde into his arms, trying to give him some sort of support. Tom relaxed a little surprisingly, actually putting his hands on Dannys arms in an awkward hug that was usually my position. "it'll be okay baby, I promise. It won't be any worse than yesterday, I'll make sure of it." Danny whispered, kissing Toms shoulder, squeezing him. "yeah, just remember, it can't be any worse than yesterday. And we'll do most of the talking if you want us to." Harry supplied, grabbing my hand, directing the whole of that at me as well as Tom. I didn't really fancy saying anything either, I wasn't good at talking, especially not when it was about serious things. I was good at making weird noises and adding in things in sometimes, but not in these situations. It was like I froze up, and I couldn't speak, unless it got really serious, then I would defend Tom the hardest I could, like any other friend would.

330 Toms POV

I slowly walked onto the set hand in hand with Danny, being greeted by the sound of loud clapping. Harry and Dougie wandered in behind us, also hand in hand, hopefully showing that we were all still in love as usual and nothing was going on with us. Or is there? No there wasn't, I loved Danny and Danny loved me, that was all there was to know. But when did you last say 'I love you' sometime last year...you sure you really do love your precious Danny? Of course I did, I loved Danny with everything, just because I couldn't say those words, I still showed it, right?

"welcome McFLY! Second time on this sofa in two weeks!" the same presenter who stirred so much up last time greeted us, why were on here again? "yeah." Danny half heartedly laughed, his hand protectively winding around my waist, keeping me close, like I was about to be ripped away from him. "but last time, we were just learning about your relationship, and now we're hearing that you're having some troubles, because of you, Tom." The presenter gave me a look between a glare and an fake overly interested look. I whimpered and everyone else tensed. "we're not. Tom hasn't done anything wrong." Danny defended straight off, bringing me closer to his body. He's lying, you've messed up so much for so long. If you break up, its all your fault. But, I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? Yeah, I hadn't said the magic words, or eaten in front of people, but, that wouldn't cause such a problem, would it? Of course it would.

"none of us are having any problems, we're all fine! Nothing is happening!" Harry joined in, putting his hand on my shoulder, squeezing Dougie too. "alright, alright, if you insist! So why don't you give us the truth then?" the presenter was still giving me that weird look, the hands on me tightened. "the truth is that we are fine together, and nothing is wrong with any of us. Our relationships are still as strong as ever, if not stronger," Danny started, rubbing my arm. But the relationships aren't being made stronger with you. The monster helpfully added. "but, our old manager, Fletch, is trying to stop that, because we kinda fired him a few weeks ago. Nothing he says is true, apart from us being gay and together." Danny explained, looking between the presenter and me, his hands all the time on me, luckily keeping them away from any scars, or anything else bad like that.

"why did you fire him?" the presenter, I didn't know his name, carried on, turning towards Danny now. "he was just, not what we needed anymore. He was pushing us too far and wasn't being understanding." Harry explained slowly, what did we say about that? "right," the presenter dragged out the word, like he didn't believe us, "so what is this about having separate dressing rooms?" wait, what?! How the hell did he know about that?! "what about separate dressing rooms?" Danny looked a little scared, his grip on me tightening a little. "doesn't Tom use a separate dressing room to you?" the presenter looked at me again, would he stop looking at me?! It was bad enough that there was a camera pointed right at me, though I was trying to ignore it, I didn't want an actual person looking at me, judging me, looking at my imperfections.

"its just, Tom needs..." Danny trailed off. "I need a little space." I whispered, finally saying something. "what was that?" the presenter leant closer. "I need...a little bit of space, to get ready and...stuff." I said a little louder, looking down at my hands, actually regretting having my fringe trimmed, so it didn't cover my face as much as it used to. "yeah, Tom needs a bit of space." Danny jumped in, reaching round and holding my hand, squeezing it. "oh, because of your 'mental problems' you have?" why was there air quotations around that?! Why did he do the air quotations with his fingers?!

"er...yeah, thats it." I nodded, because what else could I say? "oh really? Why does that effect going into interviews and things then?" now this guy looked interested, I hadn't wanted that! Well, I did, but, not like this! I was trying to stop him from going on about my problems, now this had made it worse!