xxPUDDxx - thank you! i'm glad my literal hours of studying the characters i was basing Tom off paid off! i was going insane for a good few weeks while writing this, i'm really glad it paid off!

506 Toms POV

Don't finish that, you can't finish it! Someone whispered, but I didn't know who! They kept on talking to me, even when I couldn't see who was talking! I didn't like the person speaking, they told me mean stuff, it made me feel bad! I didn't listen before, but because Danny talked to me quietly like this, I listened, in case it was him. But it never was anymore! "Tommy, please, come on, there's not much left, just finish it." Danny said again for the 10th time, holding my head to look at him. Don't, you can't! Its not right! Why not? Why wasn't it right? I didn't understand! Because it isn't! You're not allowed it! You're not allowed to finish food! Why? "you need it Tom, a lot. I know you're struggling this week, but please, just try, it'll mean a lot to me." Danny answered...huh?! I didn't, what?! Why wasn't I allowed to finish food, but Danny wanted me to finish it. I was so muddled!

Water started running down my cheeks and I hit my head on the table, not wanting to hear this anymore. My head hurt, I didn't like this anymore, I wanted it all to stop. "oh baby, you poor little guy! I didn't mean for you to cry! Shhh." Danny whispered, rubbing my back. Good boy, very good boy. No more food for you. But, my tummy was making grumbling sounds, and Danny wanted me to eat...but someone else didn't! What did I do? "shhh baby, shhh. Its alright. We can take a break if you want." Danny rubbed my back, hugging me close. No more food, no more for today. Its not right.

I managed to calm down a little later on, but ended up crying again because the person was telling me to stop it again! But Danny was telling me to eat and my tummy was grumbling, I didn't know what to do, it was all muddily inside! I felt myself being lifted up, and taken to another room, where I was cuddled until I stopped crying and feeling muddily. But I still heard the person talking, somewhere in the room, but I didn't know where! You can't still be hugging, really? Aren't Dannys legs dead yet? Isn't he bored of hugging now? I think he is. No he wasn't, Danny liked hugging me, he liked to hug all night. He didn't want to let me go, he didn't like letting me go.

"shh Tommy, shhh. Calm down, alright? Calm down." Danny said really quietly, his lips pressing against my head. But I couldn't! My tummy was grumbling, my leg was all itchy, so were my arms, and the person wouldn't stop talking! He'll let you go as soon as you go to sleep, he always does. No he didn't! Danny didn't let me go, he never let me go! He promised! "shhh, calm down. Just calm down...alright, its nearly bed time anyway. I think its best if you go to sleep." Danny stood up, bringing me with him. He'll let you go! "no! No! No bed time, no bed time!" I cried, wriggling out of the warm hold and falling onto the floor. My head went bang on the floor, making it hurt even more, but the water on my face stopped falling so much.

"okay, alright, no bed time yet! Stop crying Tommy, don't worry." Danny said something to someone, hugging me to his body. Something pressed against my back, it was warm, so, so warm. It made me stop shaking, like it did last night. Just like every night, how many times has this happened now? 5 times? Already this week? Thats bad, thats a bad boy thing to do. I didn't want to be a bad boy! Couldn't I be a good boy? "you are a good boy Tommy, we're just having a few problems this week, thats all. Now come on, relax, just relax. You're a good boy, you're such a good boy. Its just a bad week. It'll get better." Danny said over and over again, until I felt the water on my face stop.

"now come on, relax, still want to stay up with us?" Danny asked, I nodded, clinging to him, I didn't want to be left alone! But I didn't want to hear the person talking to me. I just wanted to hug and feel okay again, like before I ran out to the woods. You never will feel safe like that again, I'll make sure of it.

507 Dannys POV

Okay, now Tom was worrying me, he was suddenly going downhill with eating again. He was barely finishing three quarters of his meals right now, before he started refusing. But most days he did refuse and then gave in, and managed to have a little more, but today he couldn't. I hoped to god that it was just a thing today, if Tom started to refuse to eat almost a whole meal, I wasn't going to cope. If he was a normal size, I wouldn't have minded, but considering that Tom was now barely 5 1/2 stone (I had weighed him this morning) I wasn't about to let him get away with not eating as much as he could handle.

It hurt so much now to see him in so much distress over something I didn't even know about, because I knew I wouldn't be told about it, even if I asked. I guessed that it was better if I let Tom cry himself out, and get it over and out of him, so he could move on and carry on like we had been last week...minus the freaking over a scab. Well, at least he was calmer now, sat in my arms on the floor, whimpering uselessly every few seconds. "shhh Tommy, its okay." I wiped his face clear of tears, hugging my poor little boyfriend close, trying to somehow make him feel better.

Luckily, Harry and Dougie seemed to have an idea, flicking the TV off and putting on some music instead, before coming back and holding us too. It seemed to help a little, Tom calmed down a little more, relaxing just a tiny bit more. I think feeling body heat helped Tom feel better, or any kind of warmth really, seeing as when I held his hot water bottle against his back, he calmed a little. It had become almost a routine now, to wrap Tom in warmth before bed time, and when he was sad, or in a complete mess, or recovering from being in a complete mess. It was doing the trick again by the looks of things, as Toms whimpers calmed a little, his grip on my hoodie loosening a little bit.

"feeling better now Tommy?" I asked quietly, I didn't get a reply, just weird mumbling I couldn't hear properly. That was another thing that had developed recently, Tom mumbled to himself a lot, at the most random of times, I mostly couldn't hear what he said, but when I did, it never made any sense. I took his mumbling as a sign that he was a bit better now, because I didn't even want to think of it as being something indicating Tom getting worse. The thought of him getting worse made me cuddle him more, not wanting to think about how much my poor little guy was going through, when all I wanted was for him to be safe and happy.

Eventually though, Tom managed to relax enough to doze off, curled up still in the middle of us all, only holding me though, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping him safe. "Danny, what is causing all of this? Tom was fine last week, and now he does that every day!" Dougie whispered first, holding onto Toms skinny leg, leaning into Harry at the same time. "I don't know. Its just happening, I don't know why." I sighed, I really didn't know why this was happening, why Tom was taking 1 step back in the wrong direction, he just was. "maybe its just a bad week." Harry supplied, hugging little Dougie close. I knew that he didn't believe that, and that he knew that I didn't either, but I guess it was for Dougies benefit, to try and stop him from worrying. "hopefully, I don't like this. Its not right!" Dougie seemed to fall for it, thank god. I didn't want to see him worrying about Tom, that was my job. He didn't need to worry when it wasn't needed for him.