xxPUDDxx - i know! i can't believe i've nearly finished posting it already! but i do have a sequel written and ready to get posted, and one of two new fics i'm currently working on to be posted too, so they'll still be stuff to be read! xD and you're suspicions may be right, or they could be wrong, wait and see ;) and hehe i love cliffhangers xD AND I CAN'T WAIT EITHER IN 24 HOURS I'M GOING TO BE EITHER OUTSIDE RAH OR INSIDE, WAITING FOR THEM TO COME ON AND I CAN'T BELIEVE ITS HAPPENING ALREADY I'M SO EXCITED! I'M STILL HACKING MY LUNGS UP WITH THIS COLD BUT I AM SO NOT LETTING IT STOP ME!

528 Harrys POV

"Tom wait!" we shouted as Tom ran off, running off after him upstairs. If Danny didn't want him upstairs, then he shouldn't be going upstairs. But it was too late, Tom had found Danny, and had frozen to the spot, staring at the blood covered Danny and the surrounding area. All of it, splattered with blood, Dannys blood. After so long of him managing to not cut, and now it was everywhere, the poor boy in tears, looking so guilty. He hadn't noticed us yet, his head in his hands as his shoulders shook. "Tom come with me, you shouldn't have to see this." Carrie reached out and took Toms hand, which seemed to snap him out of it, because he screamed. Tom screamed so loudly, making everyone jump to look at him as he burst into tears and screamed like it was the only thing he could do.

"Tom! I, er, its not what you-" Danny stood up, stepping forward before stopping again, realising he couldn't go near him. Not with all that blood, not with it still dripping down his arm and onto the floor. "come with me Tom, don't look at it. Come here, follow me." Carrie pushed Tom out of the room before any of us could do anything else. "I'm sorry! I couldn't, I just, its... it just wont stop, it wont stop bleeding, and it hurts, and I need... I need it so bad." Danny cried, whimpering helplessly. "Danny, you should have talked to us, not done this. Come here." I sighed, sort of knowing that this would have happened, sooner or later. I knew that Danny would have been the one out of him and Tom to do this, especially after the past few days. Danny always put far too much pressure on himself to make sure everything was alright, make sure that Tom was happy and calm, and when we agreed to actually send him away, it must have snapped him.

"I-I'm sorry, I just, its so much. Its too much to, I'm so stupid." Danny cried, letting me hold a towel against his cuts, hissing a little in pain. "you're not, I can understand. You've been stressed recently, I don't exactly blame you. I just wish you would talk to us, like you usually do, instead of doing this to yourself. Now, could you hold this on your arm and apply pressure to it while I clean up all this mess." I sighed, starting to clean the blood on the floor up. "I'm still sorry, I shouldn't have done it. I just, I just needed to stop feeling so guilty, for yesterday, for everything." Danny whimpered quietly, looking at his blood covered feet in shame.

"I get it, its not an easy decision, but it really will be better in the long run. You'll see that." I stopped cleaning to hug him, trying not to get blood on myself. "I know, its just taking a while." Danny sighed, squeezing me back. "alright. Well, lets have a look at your arm, so we can bandage it up and sort Tom out." I wondered how Carrie was getting on with him, Dougie had gone with them I think. "yeah, I better get to him, and tell him that its alright, he's probably going nuts." Danny started to stand up, stopping when I made him sit down and bandaged his arm. "alright, I'm going to go to him now, before he really works himself up into a state." Danny ran out the room, wobbling a little, probably still a little woozy.

I finished cleaning and ran downstairs, finding Danny sat on the floor in front of Tom, holding onto his hands. "Tommy, its alright, it was just a bit of blood. It was a mistake, I shouldn't have done it, I know. But, its alright now, don't be scared." Danny stroked Toms hair back, the poor guy pale and shaking in front of him. "it was, there was, red, so much red!" Tom cried, he was still in shock, he hadn't seen blood in months, let alone seen that much. "I'm sorry Tommy, so sorry. I don't know how to explain this to you, I'm just so sorry." Danny whispered, looking so guilty.

529 Dougies POV

"I'm sorry Tommy, I'm so sorry. You weren't supposed to see that, it was a mistake, it just happened." Danny whispered, hugging Tom close, who was still whimpering quietly. It seemed like Tom was still in shock, hours later, at least he had stopped screaming and yanking on his hair. But now, he was just in complete shock, just sitting there and whimpering into Dannys neck, pushing his cut arm away from him. "oh Tommy, its covered up, look, no more blood," Danny rolled up his sleeve, Tom cried out and turned his head as far as possible away, "there's nothing there Tommy, its okay. Its alright, I washed it off and covered it all up." Danny whispered, stroking Toms hair with his bandaged arm.

"no!" Tom cried out again and pushed his hand away, making Danny wince. "alright, alright. Sorry Tommy, but it really has all gone, I promise. Its all gone, and its not going to happen again." Danny brought Toms face round, gently kissing his cheek. "its not Tom, and its all over, I promise." Harry spoke up, holding Toms hand, squeezing it. "it is over Tommy, I'm so sorry it happened. I'll explain it to you another time, it just happened." Danny apologised, squeezing Toms shaking body, rubbing his side, all one handed.

It took hours to calm Tom down, and he really did spend the day being mostly quiet, hugging his knees. "sorry, sorry." Tom whimpered, whenever someone spoke to him, he just whispered that he was sorry. "nothing to be sorry for Tommy, nothing. Its my mistake, not yours." Danny shook his head, drawing little patterns over Toms knee. That was the only thing he could do. Tom was refusing to let Dannys cut arm anywhere near him, he pushed it away every single time it came near him. The guilt on Dannys face was heart breaking. He knew it was all his fault, and he looked so guilty because of it. "Tommy, please, tell me something I can do to make you feel better, I hate seeing you so scared." Danny pleaded, Tom didn't even seem to notice, he just carried on hugging his knees, pushing his face into Dannys chest, like it would stop him from seeing anything.

Tom didn't reply for most of the day, he just, sat there and pushed himself as far as he could into Dannys chest, avoiding his right arm like the plague. If he had to move his face away from his lovers chest, he kept his eyes tight closed, refusing to look at anything. "Tommy, open your eyes, you need to see where you're going." Danny encouraged, pulling at Toms hands as he pushed them into his eyes so much he almost broke his glasses. "no! Not looking!" Tom shook his head, he sounded so scared. He really didn't like the look of Dannys arm, even when it was covered by his sleeve. "alright, alright, its bed time anyway. Its best if you had some sleep." Danny gave up, picking Tom up and carrying him on his left side upstairs, keeping his abused arm out of the way.

Tom couldn't sleep that night, it probably didn't help that we were running around the place, hiding the sharp objects again. In the end, we got him to help, thinking it would help him a little. It did at least get him to open his eyes for the first time in hours, which was a start.