Guest - i'd say its pretty painful to watch it happen :/
436 Harrys POV
I span Dougie round under my arm, making him giggle for the first time in weeks, before bringing him back into my arms, starting to slow dance. "Harry, I can't dance, you know that." Dougie blushed self consciously, almost turning the colour of his headband. "didn't stop you a few weeks ago at the photo shoot." I smiled, kissing his head gently. "yeah, but, that was different." Dougie blushed bright red, looking away to the floor. "stand on my feet then. I'll guide you." I picked Dougie up and put him on my feet, still slowly spinning us round.
"we don't have time, we've got to get to the hospital, cause of that doctor guy." Dougie bit his lip, trying to get off, but I wouldn't let him. "Doug, we still have an hour until we're allowed in, we're fine. Let your hair down a little, for just a few minutes, alright? Just, let this happen, go with the flow." I pleaded, pulling his headband off so his hair fell over his face. "alright, just for a few minutes, thats it." Dougie gave in, letting me spin him round and dance with me, starting to smile and laugh again, looking beautiful, exactly like the boy I fell in love with.
"I love you." Dougie whispered first, leaning forward a little, not needing to go up on tip toes because he was the same height as me more or less."I love you too." I smiled, gently kissing him, feeling my heart flutter inside my chest, having missed this so much. "I don't want to move." Dougie whimpered as we broke apart, practically reading my thoughts. "I don't either." I admitted, tangling my hands in his hair like it would help him stay close. "we have to go though, cause of Tom, and Danny...and the doctor guy." Dougie sighed, leaning his head on my own. "five more minutes, alright, five more minutes." I begged, I had missed being close like this, just me and Dougie, being close, being together, without anyone else around. We hadn't had a moment like this in possibly two years, I was craving this. "five more minutes." Dougie agreed, not moving his face away from mine, keeping his whole body plastered to mine.
We didn't move for five minutes, possibly longer, just stood where we were, staring into each others eyes, like this was the last time we were going to lay eyes on each other. After this moment, it was going to take possibly months to find another moment like this one, we had to make the most of it while we could. "guys, are you ready to go? Oh...sorry are you in the middle of something?" Carrie made us jump, turning to look at her. "yeah, yeah we're ready to go." I sighed, giving Dougie a kiss to his cheek, putting him on his own feet again.
Dougie clung to me to the car, he clearly didn't want to let go yet, didn't want to go back to seeing how broken Tom and Danny were. But we had to, even if we didn't want to. We wanted to see Tom and Danny obviously, but not at the hospital, not while they were in the states they were in. Danny was only just holding it together, the doctors scared him so much, even when he didn't show it. He still tried to stay as strong as possible, for poor little Tom, who was losing himself more and more every day. He was now so dependent on Danny, it hurt to see him either forced into medically induced sleep or so scared by simple things like leaving the room to go to the canteen. It wasn't right, Tom was supposed to be a happy, bouncy guy, who was running around with us, laughing, joking, smiling. Tom wasn't even smiling, and it wasn't right that he wasn't even smiling.
Arriving at the hospital, we found Tom and Danny tucked up in bed together, the both of them looking so tired. Tom was resting his head on Dannys chest, fisting his shirt in his hands, he looked like he had been crying heavily. Danny was whispering in his ear, gently running his right hands fingers over Toms back, his left hand just hugging the tiny little blonde close to him. The TV was playing quietly in the background, as it always was, always stuck on the Disney Channel.
"Tommy, the doctors are right, you have to eat, you'll never get out of here if you don't eat. They just want to you to get better, we all do, please, you need to try at the very least." Danny was whispering, sounding like he was in the middle of a very long speech. Tom shook his head defiantly, but he never let go of Danny, like he was trying to cling to him for dear life.
437 Dougies POV
"you have to Tommy, you have to eat, its so important that you do. We don't have to go to the canteen if you don't want to, we can all stay here, and we won't look at you either if you don't want us to." Danny bargained, he hadn't even noticed that we were here, too wrapped up in talking to Tom. "no!" Tom whined, dragging out the word. "why not Tommy? Why don't you want to do it? You managed just a few weeks ago, whats wrong now?" Danny asked, his hand stopping trailing patterns, holding onto Toms shoulder now, like he would run off soon. Tom shrugged, nuzzling into Dannys chest more. "Tom, come on, talk to me. We can't help you unless you tell us why you're finding this difficult." Danny stopped using his soft voice, using a tougher one instead.
"hey guys." Tom noticed us, looking so thankful that we had turned up. "oh hey guys." Danny turned to look at us, keeping a tight grip on Tom still, even as he moved. "hey, what were you just talking about?" I asked, it looked like Danny had been getting somewhere with Tom then, I didn't want to stop that progress just by walking in with everyone else. "nothing." Tom replied first, looking so guilty, like he felt guilty just for talking. "we were talking about you not eating." Danny answered, sitting up a little, still keeping Tom in his arms, making sure he stayed still to hear this.
"no we weren't!" Tom paled, looking panicky. He really didn't want to talk about this. "yes, we were. Tom, please, you know that its wrong, you know that you have to eat, and if you don't, you won't get out of here. And we all know that you don't like hospitals, why can't you understand that eating means getting out of here?" Danny sighed, stroking Toms face. "b-but... I can't," Tom whimpered, his hands fisting as he looked away to the corner, looking so ashamed and scared of himself.
"why not?" I asked, stepping forward, feeling Harry and Carrie step forward too, all of us crowding closer to the bed. Tom shrugged, still not looking up, still ashamed. "come on, you can tell us why, we'll help you." Harry encouraged, running his fingers over Toms shoulder. "I-I just can't." Tom whispered, his voice shaking as his hands did. "Tommy, please. Tell us. You need to tell us. We can help, we'll make it better, easier, anything so you can eat again. Please just tell us whats going on inside your head thats making things so hard for you to eat." Danny pleaded, squeezing Tom, bringing him as close as possible.
Tom whimpered loudly again, pressing into Dannys chest like it would hide him from the conversation. "Tom please you need to tell us." Carrie begged, giving her best pleading look. "please, so we can sort this out and take you home." I pleaded, also giving Tom a pleading look. I just wanted to bring Tom home now, he wasn't getting any better, and he just looked so scared all the time, why couldn't we take him home and sort him out there? "I don't want to talk about it." Tom whispered, as the door opened. We all turned round to see the nurse who came in everyday to remind us of lunch, here we go.
"so who wants to know whats on offer today then?" she smiled, breaking us from our conversation completely. "erm, can you come back in a while? We were in the middle of something then." Danny asked sheepishly, the nurse nodded, wandering back out again. "now Tommy, where were we...Tommy?" Danny looked to his lap, finding no Tom. A half cried whimpered filled the room again, we all looked up to see Tom standing in a corner, looking beyond scared now. "don't make me talk about it." Tom started to cry, sliding down the wall. How the hell did Tom get there for a start off?
"oh baby, you really don't want to do this do you?" Danny melted, getting off the bed and crawling over to his boyfriend, wrapping him into his arms. Tom shook his head, looking so unbelievably scared and helpless, and so, so painfully small. He looked so tiny next to Danny, especially when Dannys hand rested on his head, stroking his hair, he looked tiny. It was scary, so painfully scary. Couldn't Tom just eat, and gain some weight, and stop being so scared all the time? Why couldn't we just go home, and sort this out at home? We could manage this at home, but not now, not here. Not with all these people pressuring Tom and scaring him half to death.