xxPUDDxx - i'm currently liking the guy they announced, he looks dark and angsty, and like he'll bring back some of the gravitas David had! i might actually restart watching the show again! and yeah Benedict is Sherlock, i took one look at him in the show and shouted out that he would make a perfect Doctor! he was actually asked to be the Doctor before David but he turned it down :/ and haha thanks! i quite liked that line too if i'm honest! xD i can imagine Tom using him as a dot to dot puzzle and making patterns with his freckles! xD
458 Harrys POV
"do you think we should go round today?" Dougie asked, nervously fiddling with his hair, trying to pull his fringe down to chew it, even though it was covered by his headband. "yeah, of course, maybe just a bit later, once Danny has calmed Tom down a little and got him relaxed." I pulled his hands away, giving Dougie a bit of a smile. "and medicated." Dougie finished, sighing a little. "yes, and medicated." I nodded, bringing him into my arms. "I feel like its my fault." Dougie admitted, looking down at our bare feet in shame.
"how so?" I asked, turning Dougies face to look up at me. "because I let Riddecka out, knowing that Tom was scared of monsters ready to eat him. Riddecka likes eating people, and can resemble a monster. I shouldn't have let her out." Dougie explained, he looked so upset, so guilty, like he actually thought it was his fault. "oh Dougs, its not your fault. You couldn't have known that Riddecka was going to scare Tom. You didn't know, and he wasn't too bad. Don't feel guilty, alright?" I gently kissed his head, rubbing his back. "can't help it, its my fault at least in some way! I shouldn't have let her out!" Dougie whimpered, stressed tears welling up behind his eyes. "oh Doug, don't cry, please. You shouldn't cry about this. Its not your fault." I whispered, wiping his tears.
"it is! Its my fault!" Dougies face was heart breaking. Seeing his tears always made my heart wrench painfully inside my chest. "its not, its not Dougs. Its not your fault. Nothing much happened anyway, so its not bad. We can go round and make Tom feel better if we need to." I promised, squeezing Dougies tiny body. "we've got to make it alright, we've got to make Tom feel better." Dougie pulled away slightly, starting to run to get his shoes on. "Doug, we should wait a while. So Danny can help Tom out, make him feel better first. Then we'll go over and help him out too." I pulled him back, holding him close, making us stand there for an hour, just to give a good amount of time for Tom to calm down.
Dougie practically ran into the house as he reached the drive way, almost bursting through the front door. "wheres Tom and Danny?" he asked the second he saw Carrie, who looked relatively calm. "upstairs, Dannys drying Toms hair off I think." Carrie answered, the both of us running off up the stairs. Opening the door, we found Danny stroking Toms hair, just talking to him, his right arm wrapped around Toms waist. "what you doing Tommy? Counting freckles again?" Danny whispered, smiling down at Toms pale face, full of concentration as he looked down at the freckled arm he had in hand. His frail hands looked so small against Dannys freckled arm, it made Tom look even paler than usual, but somehow, it still looked right to see their skin next to each other. "yeah!" Tom looked proud of himself, going back to counting the mass of brown dots all over Dannys arm, mouthing the numbers to himself. "aw, how many are you up to?" Danny asked, somehow managing to wriggle closer to Tom, keeping his arm still for Tom to draw on.
"100." Tom answered, his fingers skating over Dannys arm. "wow, and that's only a little bit!" Danny smiled; talking almost like Tom was a child. Though, it seemed to be keeping the both of them happy, so I guessed it was fine. Tom giggled and carried on counting, seemingly oblivious to anything other than the freckled arm in front of him. Danny seemed to be unaware of anything other than Tom too, softly smiling at the blonde boy in his arms, hugging him close. "morning again!" I hated to break their moment, but it felt awkward to not be standing there watching. "morning again guys." Danny looked up, grinning a megawatt grin at us. "hey!" Tom stopped counting, waving, and then letting out a loud whine. "whats up Tommy?" Dannys head whipped round to see Toms pouting face.
"I forgot where I was!" Tom whined, slumping defeatedly against Danny. "aw well, never mind. We'll have to start from the beginning again, won't we? But first, I think we should go downstairs, as we can all sit down, alright?" Danny gently pushed Tom upright, keeping him in his arms, holding onto his waist. The couple waddled together down the stairs, staying practically plastered to each other until they fell onto the sofa, curling up together. "so, wanna start counting again Tom?" Danny smiled, giggling as Tom started counting again, the both of them looking so content together.
459 Dougies POV
After a few minutes of Tom counting the freckles across Dannys arm, I handed him a pen, letting him cross each one off, which seemed to stop him miscounting over and over. The rest of us sat and watched either Tom counting or watching the TV, which was set on a music channel. "Danny we match!" Tom blurted suddenly, rolling up his sleeve and putting it next to Dannys arm. "huh?" Danny looked confused for a moment. "look! We both have bumps!" Tom smiled, actually looking happy about them. Please tell me that it was just his weak mind talking and he wasn't actually proud of them! "oh yeah... we both have bumps still." Dannys smile dropped, turning to look ashamed now, fingers twitching to pull his sleeves down, hide the mass of scratches covering the arms. Literally, they were covered, red criss crossing lines everywhere, from their wrists almost to their elbows, it was horrible!
I winced and looked away, unable to look at the evil scars covering Tom and Dannys arms. "they look pretty!" Tom grinned, how the hell was he smiling at that?! How was he really thinking that they were pretty?! "shh Doug, shh. He doesn't know." Harry whispered, "Doug, want to come and help me do...something." he announced loudly, pulling me up and dragging me out of the door. We ended up in the other front room, scrambling to hug each other as soon as possible. I hadn't wanted to see that! I hadn't wanted to see the scars I had tried to forget about!
"sh, Doug, don't think about it. Don't worry about the scars, they're just scars, not anything new." Harry hugged me close, pushing my head into his chest. "they're still there though!" I whimpered, I hadn't expected seeing those red and angry scars! I hadn't seen the cuts that had put Tom and Danny in hospital, and I hadn't wanted to see them unless they were almost unnoticeable. I hadn't wanted to see their scars today though! Not while they were bright red and bumpy and so blatantly obvious and evil looking! "I know, I know. But its over, and they're not going to do anything again." Harry promised, rubbing my back gently.
"they can't!" I whimpered, I hated seeing their scars, hated knowing they did something like that, hated knowing they were in so much pain at the time. They should have never been in that much pain, they didn't deserve to be that unhappy, ever. "they won't, they won't. You know that Dougs. We talked about this the other day. Toms too...out of it and constantly around people, he can't do anything. And Dannys too busy looking after Tom to do anything, and he's scared to scare Tom. He won't do anything either, I promise." Harry explained, kissing my hair and pushing my hair into order again, his fingers brushing over my head in the most comforting way possible.
"won't do anything what?" Carrie made us jump. "oh, Toms seen Dannys scars, and thinks they match and they're both pretty." Harry answered, arms tightening around me, keeping me close. "ah, right." Carrie seemed to be in thought for a few seconds, "right, well, if it helps. I'm keeping an eye on the both of them, making sure they don't do stupid things like cause more scars on their arms. They're too busy with each other to do anything anyway." Carrie smiled encouragingly, looking out the door to the room Tom and Danny were still sat in. "they're getting a little worried about you by the looks of things, it might be best to go back in...they're sleeves are rolled down too." Carrie advised, so we hurried back in again, after taking a deep breath.