xxPUDDxx - hmmm wait and see! :P and i shall keep those in mind and see what i can do! :)
FLOYNTERxxx - hmm we shall see what it does to him!
341 Dannys POV 5 hours ago
I was running, running through corridor after crystal white corridor, trying to find Tom, he wasn't safe! But why wasn't he safe? I couldn't remember, but he wasn't safe, it felt like something was chasing me, but, what was it? Through my confusion, I carried on running, trying desperately to find where Tom was and get away from whatever was following me. "Tom? Tom come out, where are you?" I ran into a corridor, it was covered in red paint...wait, that wasn't paint. That was blood! "TOM! Where are you? TOM!" I shouted, picking up my pace, desperate to find my boyfriend. He couldn't be cutting again, he couldn't be doing that again to himself!
I stopped dead when I saw him, laying on the floor, drenched in blood, the razor still in his hand. "no! Stop it! You've got to stop it, and get up! Somethings about to get us!" I whimpered, grabbing the razor and pulling Tom up, covering myself in the red liquid too. "there's nothing here, we belong here." Tom shook his head, smiling oddly. "we don't! You've got to run with me!" I wanted to shout, trying to pull Tom away. "we do, cause we do this." Tom pulled my arm up, revealing open, oozing wounds, matching his own arm.
I woke up and almost screamed, scrambling to check myself and make sure I hadn't have any cuts and I wasn't covered in blood. I was clean, thank god, but... the thought of cutting was quite a good idea actually. I hadn't been sleeping for ages, I could sleep after I cut, but I couldn't! I wasn't going back there, I was not doing it! I would disappoint everyone, and Tom wouldn't get his reward, even though he was trying so hard to stop! The poor guy was so troubled, I wasn't letting myself and him down, and make him feel even worse. Looking over, Tom was on the floor, curled up on his side, his pyjamas hanging off him. It was my fault, all my fault he wasn't better, if I had tried harder, made him feel better sooner, then he would be on the bed, a nice normal weight. It was all my fault, I hadn't stopped him sooner. Guilt filled up inside me, my arms itched and cried out for me to split the skin.
Maybe one cut would do, just one, just one single cut, that was it. Just to feel better, that wouldn't be bad, would it? Before I knew it, I had a razor in my hand and it was pressing to my arm. NO! What was I doing?! I couldn't! I had to stop this, but I needed this! No I didn't! I did not need to feel pain to stop this guilt! If Tom could be so low (which was all my fault) and not cut then I couldn't just feel a little (read: a huge amount) guilty, and cut. No way. But what could I do? I couldn't wake up Tom and tell him, I didn't want him to worry about me...Harry and Dougie! I could go to them, going to them made me feel better!
Like a flash, I side stepped around Toms sleeping form, running downstairs, shoving on my trainers, running down the road in the pouring rain and bursting into the house my band mates lived in. "Danny? What the hell?" Harry mumbled, sitting up as I burst through his bedroom door. "I'm sorry, nightmare, need, no want...blood, want pain and blood." I heaved, feeling like collapsing. "oh, come here then Dan, wanna talk about it?" Harry softened, holding his arms out for me as Dougie sat up too. "not really, just need hugs right now." I fell into their arms, feeling better already. "Danny, you're soaking wet!" Dougie whined, but never let me go. "sorry, I'll go get changed." I made to get up again, not wanting to take too much advantage of this. "no, its okay, just strip to your boxers or something, its too hot in here anyway." Harry shook his head, letting go a bit. "you sure you won't mind..."I trailed off, awkwardly looking at my arm. "no, its fine. We've seen it before, we've got to get used to it anyway." Dougie smiled, a little nervously, but mostly alright. "alright, but tell me if you can't handle it or anything." I pulled off my long tshirt and jogging bottoms, getting in under the covers with my best friends, wishing that Tom could be here too.
"I wish Tom could be here." I whispered, wanting to talk about something, I couldn't go to sleep yet. "same here Dan, try not to think about it, we'll make him better somehow." Harry sighed, he sounded tired, but awake enough to stay up with me for a while longer. "I know...thank you, by the way, for letting me stay here." I smiled, cuddling down in their arms. "its okay Dan, anything to make you feel better." Harry smiled, giving me a squeeze. "I love you guys." I sighed, nuzzling into Harrys bare chest, feeling all of our legs entangling together. "its okay, we love you too, always have, always will." Harry kissed my hair, pulling me and Dougie closer. "yeah, we'll always love you Dan." Dougie agreed, leaning on my shoulder.
"Doug, why are you in my shirt?" I asked after a few moments of silence. "dunno, makes me feel better when I sleep to have your stuff around." Dougie shrugged, pulling the sleeves over his hands, hugging me close. "oh, thats cool." I shrugged, jumping feet when the door downstairs banged. "huh, must have not closed the door properly, I'll go and close it." I got up and went downstairs, finding that the front door was wide open. "hmm, could have sworn I closed this." I muttered, shaking my head, closing and locking the door before running back upstairs, crawling into bed with my friends, wishing my lover could be here too.
342 Harrys POV
I sighed loudly as I woke up, realising that there was something on my chest. Quickly, I realised that I had a Dougie lying practically on top of me, squashing my arm between our bodies, his lizard toy poking me in the neck. "rawr!" Dougie made the toy poke me in the neck again. "ugh, what? Doug what are you doing?" I moaned, opening my eyes. "making you lizard food." Dougie answered simply, making the toy 'eat' me. "Doug, you are really strange, you know that right?" I laughed a little, I had missed Dougies strange ways to entertain himself. "yeah, but you love me anyway." Dougie smiled, ah, I had missed that smile! "yeah, I do," I paused for a second to grin at my husband, "wheres Danny?" I asked, realised that there wasn't another body in the bed with us.
"he went back to Toms, he felt guilty for leaving him all night without telling him." Dougie answered, shifting a bit so he was laying completely on top of me, grinning stupidly down at me. "alright Norman-No-Eyes...well, you wanna go round now then?" I asked with a giggle, idly running my fingers over Dougies back. "not yet, cuddle with me first. They're probably still in bed anyway." Dougie wriggled his way into my arms, burrowing his head in my neck, really tangling up our limbs and the duvet as we rolled to lay on our sides. "yeah, they're probably still in bed, or at least sleeping, or something. They won't need us yet." I sighed, nuzzling into Dougies hair, taking in his unique smell and the feeling of his warm little body against my own. I had missed it last night, though I hadn't minded having Danny in bed too, because it was helping him, but, I would have still preferred to have Dougie cuddled up like this with me.
"I missed you last night." I whispered, tangling my hand in Dougies long hair. "I missed you too." Dougie replied, pressing closer. He may have been awkward when hugging people, but in bed, he was never awkward, he always pressed as close as possible, holding on to me like I was the only thing in the world he loved. "I don't want to let you go." I admitted, I didn't want to let Dougie go, in a slightly stupid fear that our relationship would suddenly snap like Tom and Dannys. I didn't want that, I just wanted to hold Dougie close and love him forever. "you don't have to. I'm not going anywhere." Dougie made me smile, his hands tightening on my arm. "good, I'm making up for lost time last night." I made Dougie giggle a little, picking him up and carrying him to the bathroom.
I carried Dougie round all morning, until we got back to Toms house. The second I walked through the door, I could tell that something was wrong, something was seriously wrong. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but something was up, the atmosphere was different, something was wrong in here. "Tom, Tommy please! Listen to me!" Danny shouted, followed by a door slam. "Tom! I didn't do anything! I haven't done anything!" Danny cried out, I dropped Dougie by accident. Within seconds we were both upstairs, finding a crying Danny banging hysterically on the music rooms door, looking even more panicked than he did last night. "Danny whats happened?!" I pulled him away from the door, revealing his tear stained face.
"get off me! Get off, Tom I didn't do anything! We didn't do anything!" Danny writhed out of my arms, throwing himself against the door. "go away you liar!" Tom shouted, he sounded distraught, what the hell had happened?! "I'm not lying Tommy! I love you! I never did anything last night!" Danny cried, practically slamming himself against the door. "Danny, what the hell has happened?!" I tried pulling him away again, managing to keep hold of him this time, as Tom shouted "shut up!" again.
"he-he-he thinks I-I, I-I never would! We-we didn't do anything! B-but he thinks we d-did!" Danny whimpered, his legs shaking madly. "Danny, speak English, whats happened?" I tightened my grip on Danny so he didn't fall over, getting so worried over what had actually happened. "Tom thinks you're all having an affair, now go downstairs and we're talking this through now." Carrie came in, if looks could kill, we would all be dead and buried.