xxPUDDxx - haha! no-one could beat that obsession! xD i've got one ready now and it'll be uploaded in a few minutes!

LeilaTheGalaxyDefender - they'd be little stand alone stories from before anything happened with Tom, that'll be posted in different threads :)

the first one i'm uploading is Under The Stars And Moonlight and its a Pudd story!

335 Dannys POV

Tom never relaxed for the whole film, he sat there, tensed tighter than a bow string, looking down at his shoes like he was ashamed again. But I didn't get why he was looking like that, and why he didn't want to look up from his shoes, he had managed it outside, why couldn't he look up when he was in darkness and no-one was looking at him? "hey, the movies on the screen, not on your feet! Its okay to look up now, no-ones looking, I promise." I whispered, adding in a little jokey laugh to make it sound like I wasn't terrified of his behaviour.

"yeah, I just, need to go to the toilet." Tom stood up jerkily, squeezing past Harry and Dougie, hurrying out of the theatre. "what was that about?" Harry leant over to me, not disturbing Dougie, who had looked round at Tom, but had then fixed his face back to the screen, having not noticed Toms behaviour. "I don't know, he's just...he just needs some air I guess." I shrugged, not really knowing what the hell just happened. "alright, wanna move over a bit?" Harry asked, indicating the spare seats between us. Dougie had clambered onto Harrys lap earlier, preferring to be wrapped in his lovers arms and watch one of his favourite film series then to sit in his normal seat. I moved over to sit next to them, wanting to sit next to someone and not have to worry about the way they were so tensed they were almost a statue.

It took what felt like ages for Tom to come back, he deflated a little as he came to our row, quickly but awkwardly shuffling through to his seat, leaving a seat between us. Again, Tom wasn't looking at the screen, he curled up into a ball on his seat, staring at his knees, the light from the screen highlighting the tears on his cheeks. My heart broke, actually shattered, to see those tears, that were still rolling down his face, even when he tried to wipe them away. I reached out and put a hand on his arm, catching Toms attention. He turned to face me, looking scared, like his big secret had been revealed.

"its okay, we're going home soon, I promise." I whispered, bringing him closer, glad that there wasn't an arm rest between the seats so Tom could shuffle closer. He kept a large space between us, but let me wrap an arm around him, rubbing his back as he stayed curled up in his little ball of hurt, pulling on his hair. Even though he was silent, I could still almost hear the hurt Tom was feeling, letting him come out like this was probably not a good idea, there had been far too many cameras about, all of them looking at him, watching him. Maybe it was a better idea to wait until at least this whole 'relationship on the rocks because of the runaway and mental health issues' and the pictures and comments had blown over before taking him out to a place full of cameras.

I don't think any of us were paying attention to the film anymore, the lot of us were focused on Tom, all of us putting our hands on him, hoping to comfort him, though I don't think it worked. Even as the film finished and we made our way out again, Tom stayed silent and tensed, his head down as far as it could, the tear tracks being hidden by his soft hair. "its okay Tommy, we're going home now. No more cameras at home." I gently pulled him by his hand down to our car, the four of us sitting in silence the whole way home. We couldn't exactly ignore Toms obvious upset, but we couldn't really say anything about it either, what could we really say? 'they didn't take any pictures of you, its going to be fine?' 'you're beautiful, they won't say anything' I could try that one, but the chances of Tom believing were basically zero. He never believed me when I said things like that, ever, I had to choose the right time to say things like to him. I hated it, but that was the way things were.

We got home and finally Tom said something, he just said he was going to bed, and he didn't want company. This time, I didn't listen to him, I stayed round, keeping an eye on Tom, making sure that he didn't do something drastic. And he didn't, he just sat in a corner, a duvet chucked over his body, refusing to come out, the whole thing shaking as he cried.

336 Harrys POV

The morning came along slowly, and we all felt exactly how we did last night, scared for Tom and worried what had made him so upset in the cinema. "how is he?" I asked when I saw Danny, the poor guy looked awful, like he hadn't slept all night. "sleeping. He's had a long night." Danny sighed, leaning his head against the wall. "ah, did you find out what was wrong?" I crouched down next to the Northerner. "no, he was silent apart from crying. But I can tell, he's so scared, so scared of what everyone is going to say!" Dannys eyes welled up, his head falling into his hands. "well, if it helps, we've already checked the papers, there's nothing in there today about the premiere, and Darren is searching through online for anything." I reassured, before coming over, me and Dougie had run round to the little shop down the road, just to make sure that there was nothing in there about us.

"oh, well, thats good, I guess." Danny managed a small smile, looking up again. "yeah, its all good so far. So, wanna come and get some breakfast, or have some sleep yourself?" I managed a smile too, holding out my hand for Danny to take. "alright, I haven't even had a wink of sleep all night." Danny yawned, following me from the corridor (god know why he was sat there of all places) to the dining room. "was he crying for that long then?" I asked, Danny nodded. "yeah, all night. Didn't stop for ages. It was horrible." Danny shuddered, slumping into a seat, his head hitting his arm on the table. "I can imagine. Do you think Toms going to be alright when he wakes up?" I ran a hand over his back soothingly, hoping that it would help Danny go to sleep too. He looked awful, exactly how you would imagine someone who hadn't slept for over 24 hours would look really.

"I don't know, maybe. We'll be careful with him, so we don't set him off any more." Danny sighed loudly, half sounding relaxed by my hand. "yeah, alright. Now why don't you go to sleep yourself for a while? Me and Dougie will have things covered for a while. You're in no state to be trying to look after anyone at the moment." I advised, feeling Dannys body relaxing under my hand. "okay, make sure to wake me if Tom wakes up." Danny mumbled, letting me pick him up and carry him to the sofa, so he was comfier. Danny was asleep in seconds, relaxing into the pillows almost completely, his tattooed arm stretched out like he would be able to hold Tom in his arms if he did.

As soon as I was sure that Danny was comfy, I hopped upstairs, feeling Dougie wander along behind like a shadow, his fingers scrabbling for my hand. I joined our hands together as his body decided to plaster itself against my own, peeking over my shoulder to see where we were going. "we're not waking Tom up, are we?" Dougie whispered, looking at Toms sleeping form as we reached him. He was slumped on the floor, in a mass of tangled duvet, the tears still clear over his cheeks. "no, just checking up on him is all." I shook my head, crouching down to straighten out the duvet. Dougie handed me a pillow, so I put that under Toms head, straightening out his hair.

"its getting worse, isn't it?" Dougie whimpered quietly. "yeah, I guess it is. But, we can still fix this, I'm sure. It'll get better when all these rumours stop." I couldn't lie to him, just soften the truth and reassure him, even when I wasn't sure that that was going to work at all. Because, really, what were we going to do? Tell Tom that he was beautiful every day, telling him and making him believe were two completely different things, to get Tom believing that he was perfect was going to be the hardest task ever. But, it wouldn't stop us trying, even if it got us nowhere. All we could do was try, and hope it worked.