A/N: Hello there! Thanks for the reviews, I really apreciate them. Now, I'm sorry if this chapter had grammar mistakes or some details don't make sense, but I've been a bit ill, and just too tired to check, but didn't want to stop updating until I got better, so... yeah. Oh, and the replies to your reviews are in the end of the chapter, as always. Enjoy!
26th July, 2003, 8:15am
Harry stared at the ceiling of his new room in the band house. The house that belonged to his band.
He had woken up a while before, probably because of being happy and looking forward to spend another day with his band mates. The previous day had been one of the best days of his life. There was still a lot to practice, he knew, a lot to be done, but Harry couldn't feel better about his life at the moment.
Feeling ready to eat and start the day (his stomach felt the same), he got up from his bed, smiling, putting a dark blue t-shirt on and keeping the boxers he had slept with, he went downstairs, the sensation of walking in the carpeted floor still being new to him. Getting in the kitchen, he noticed the door to the backyard was open. Harry walked over in order to close it, but when he was doing so, he spotted a figure shivering, half sitting, half laying on the grass, near one of the pool chairs. Frowning, Harry came closer to the person, soon realizing it was Tom, and that he was holding a notebook, and a pencil was lying near him. Tom was asleep, curled up on his stomach, but he didn't seem comfortable at all.
'Tom? Wake up, mate.' Harry shook his friend's shoulders, taking the notebook off his hands and picking up the pencil. Tom stirred and opened his eyes, looking frightened for a second when he saw Harry in front of him. 'What are you doing out here this early?' Harry asked. Tom rubbed his eyes.
'I couldn't sleep. So I came here and started to draw those lilies over there.' Tom pointed to some bluish flowers, yawning.
'That's really weird mate. I mean, I understand you like to draw and everything but... I don't know, at least you could do it inside the house.' Harry stated, lifting his right eyebrow.
'I, uh... get more inspired outside. And it's really hot inside.' Tom replied, getting up. 'Let's get some breakfast, I'm starting to get hungry.'
'Okay, let's go, then.' Harry had sensed Tom was quieter than usual, and he couldn't help but feeling that something wasn't right.
31th July, 2003, 11:52pm
'So what did you want to talk about earlier?' Danny asked, as he sat on the poll chair. Tom had already gone to bed, claiming he was too tired, which Harry and Danny believed, seeing the dark bags under his eyes, and the way he had acted during the day, barely having energy to think, playing games or work on songs. Ever since Harry had found him in the backyard that morning, he got worried about him, so when Tom had gone to the bathroom, he had told Danny he wanted to 'discuss a matter' later, without Tom.
Danny hadn't liked the idea of having a talk to Harry. It wasn't because he didn't like the drummer, but he just didn't trust him enough yet, so, although he had agreed on talking to him without Tom, he was feeling ready to cut him off if he tried to say something bad about his best friend. At that point, Tom and Harry had got on better than Danny and Harry had, mostly because of being so different: Harry was from a posh, rich family in Essex, while Danny had been born in a small town in Bolton. Harry was witty and sarcastic, had a huge amount of vocabulary, accompanied by a posh accent that annoyed Danny a little, and the Boltoner laughed at the simplest jokes and got his grammar wrong most of the times. It was a shame, Tom had thought, that they had no idea of how much in common they had, like both being into sports, the experiences they had of putting up with older sisters and being the youngest in their family, and the popularity they had had in school.
Harry sat on one of the pool chairs in front of Danny. They had agreed on going outside, as it was really hot in the house.
'It's about Tom.' Harry sighed, his blue eyes fixing Danny's greyish ones. Danny clenched his fists and came closer to Harry in a defensive motion.
'If you are here to talk rubbish about Tom with me, then, let me tell you, I'm not the right person.' Danny squinted his eyes, starting to look angry.
'No, why would I say bad things about Tom anyway? He's a really nice guy, and he seems funny.' Harry replied, looking confused. 'It's about something that I've been noticing. He's been very tired and, I don't know... he just doesn't seem as happy as I once saw him. I... is he normally like this? Or have you seen anything weird about him too?' Danny's expression softened and he felt relieved to know the drummer actually cared about Tom.
'You're right Harry. No he's not always like this. His normal self is happy and he used to be always writing songs. He barely writes anything with me these days.' Danny sighed.
'Do you think it has something to do with his family?' Harry suggested.
'I don't think so. His folks are really nice people, besides Tom would have told me something if that happened.' Danny said.
'But there's clearly something wrong with him, and he didn't tell you anything.'
'You have a point there. I'll ask him tomorrow. I hope it's nothing too serious.' Danny smiled sadly at Harry. They stared at each other for a few seconds, creating an awkward silence.
'So, Harry... do you like football?'
FLOYNTERXxx: Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying! And thank you for reviewing, means a lot to me! It's mostly the feedback that makes me want to write more and more. About the story, I think I'll make Tom keep his little secret and suffer with it (yup, things are about to get worse!). Just so you know, I have the story planned, but if you have good ideas, PM me or leave a review! Ideas always lead to other ideas, and ideas lead to inspiration!
Galaxydefender49: Don't worry, more freaky stuff will come in the next chapters! Thanks for reviewing :)
