i'm home! :D decent wifi again, woooo! but from tomorrow i'm back at school so adds are going to be later than they have been since May, sorry about that!

514 Toms POV

I didn't understand, why was I being asked what was wrong? Why wasn't anyone listening to the person telling me all these things?! And why was everyone in the room telling all these things too?! We had been in the room we were always in, I had been in the corner, in a metal cage, and everyone had been laughing at me! They had been laughing...and saying that I was stupid and weird! They called me other things too, but I couldn't remember them anymore! Why were they asking me now what was wrong? And when was I let out of the cage?! I didn't understand, I didn't know what was going on anymore!

"Tommy, want do you want to stop? I can't help you unless you tell me." Danny asked, laying down in front of me, grabbing my hands. Don't say! You'll be bad if you say! They'll punish you if you say! The person I never saw shouted, why couldn't anyone else hear them? Why did they look at me and not at the person shouting at me all the time? "Tommy? Come on, tell me. I'll make it better." I felt warm things wrap round me, holding me close to a warm squishy lump. You can't say! You're a bad boy for telling! "c-can't say, can't!" I cried, I didn't want to be bad! I really didn't!

"why not Tom? Why can't you say anything?" someone else asked, bad boy! Don't tell them! But I wanted to say something! I wanted the person to stop! I wanted quiet, just normal quiet, like I used to have. Couldn't I have quiet? Couldn't the person just go away? No, never! Go away, please, just go away! No! I will never go away! "make them go away!" I gave up, I just wanted it to go quiet, that was all, I just wanted it go quiet. I just wanted to hear Dannys voice, all the time, just his voice, no-one else...apart from maybe Carrie and the other people I saw.

"who go away? Harry and Dougie aren't going to hurt you baby." Danny said, making me face his face. "do you want us to go away Tom? We can, if you want." The higher voice asked, warmth leaving my body. Yeah, send them away! Leave only me, I wont ever leave you. "no! Don't go away!" I felt my chest start to go thump thump again, it hurt so much, why couldn't anyone else hear what I heard? Why didn't they understand that the person shouting bad stuff was the one I wanted to get rid of?

"alright, alright, I think you need a rest Tommy, come here." The warmth moved, and we were moving, into the room with the big TV screen and the red and green light up sticks underneath. The big screen turned on and a house came on it, with loads of multicoloured balloons came out of it and it started floating! I was given more vitamins and another yummy brown drink, and my cheeks stopped being wet, and the shouting person went quieter. "feel better now Tommy?" Danny asked, I nodded, so happy that the person had gone away, that they were only whispering now. I'll be back, don't you worry, I'll be back. I knew that, but I didn't care, it was quieter now, there was a floating house of the big screen and Danny was there. I had what I wanted for now, and if this was what being a bad boy was like, then, I didn't really mind.

515 Dannys POV

Okay...Tom was worrying me, properly worrying me, the way he was acting so strange. I know that the latest break down was because of Toms nightmare, but it was still worrying that he was scared for that long afterwards, whimpering about how he wanting 'it' to stop and for something to go away. At least we had the medication that calmed him down and left him like he was right now. It was surprising how calm he was now, Tom was just sat with me now, drinking his peanut butter smoothie, perfectly calm and normal again. It worried me just how easily he managed to change, I know it was mostly because of the medication, but to see no sign of left over distress or anything was worrying to say the least.

At least Tom was happy now, as he watched UP, leaning against my chest, letting me hug him close. He held onto my hand too, I entangled our hands together, smiling a little at how my hand engulfed Toms, like a parent would with their child. Luckily, for the rest of the day, Tom remained mellow and happy, mostly because I made sure he didn't fall behind on his medication, making sure he was dosed up and kept in his calm state.

As usual, Tom fell asleep at 8, curled up on my lap, his head pillowed on my chest, his fist holding onto my hand like he was scared I was going somewhere. "I'm taking him to bed, night guys." I whispered, standing up and cradling my boyfriend in my arms. I took him to bed and laid Tom down, taking off his hoodie, leaving him in his tshirt and shorts, before tucking him in under the duvet, making sure that he was comfy. I turned on the TV and the lamp so it wasn't dark (even though the sun wasn't even down yet, thats how early Tom dropped off these days) before laying down next to the blonde, wrapping him into my arms again.

"Danny, can we talk?" Harry made me jump a little, I already knew what he wanted to talk about. My arm itched already, I didn't want to talk about this again, I really didn't want to send Tom away or anything, but he was getting worse, I couldn't deny that. "I know, he's getting worse." I sighed, sitting up, entangling my hands with Toms, not wanting to let him go at all. "I'm sorry Dan, I know you don't want to think about it." Harry sat with me, wrapping an arm around me, letting me lean on him. "can we leave it a while longer? This could have just been a blip, he could be fine after this." I pleaded, I didn't to admit that I couldn't handle Tom, I could, he was just...difficult at times. "Dan, you know he isn't getting any better. We can't spend the rest of our lives like this." Harry whispered, giving me the most sympathetic look he had ever given.

"but he could get better in time, he could! You never know!" I was clutching at straws, I knew it, but this was Tom we were on about, sweet, innocent, funny, intelligent, my boyfriend Tom. I couldn't just accept that we couldn't let him carry on like this, I had gotten Tom through so much over the years, how could I not fight to keep him here to help him again? He was my beautiful boyfriend, I was going to fight for him until I couldn't anymore. "Danny, come on, we know we're not going to be able to help him. No matter how much we try, we're not going to be able to do it. Tom needs someone professional to help him." Harry reasoned, "I know that you want to help Tom through by yourself, but, this is more difficult than just helping him through an eating disorder. You want him to be happy again, right?" I nodded at his question reluctantly, "getting help will make him happy again, and then we can live like we used to. You wont have to spend your whole day worrying about Tom, you can get 5 minutes to yourself, and he'll be happy." Harry encouraged, but it didn't stop me crying, I just wanted to keep Tom here, that was all, I wanted to keep him here and look after him myself. Why couldn't I do that anymore?