I heard people mumbling, but I couldn't tell where the sound was coming from. I turned a bit and began to try and open my eyes, causing then to flutter.

"She's waking up." I heard someone say, but I couldn't pick out who it was. I opened my eyes to find Danny, Dougie sitting at the foot of the bed, dressed and with a tray of food, that Harry held in his hands.

"Honey," Dougie said, "Are you okay? You passed out 5 hours ago and… and, you were mumbling some interesting stuff in your sleep. Are you sure something worse didn't happen?" He looked worried.

I sat up in the bed, grasping my head as I did so. "Uhh," My head hurts, it's like Barry Bonds hit my head with a steel bat, and more than once. I stared at the boys, "I don't think something other than him shoving me into the car, and putting the knife to my back." I said it calmly. I looked at the tray, "What's this for?" I asked as I pointed to it, "Is that for me?"

"No, it's for George Bush." Danny said sarcastically, "Of course it's for you." He hugged me, "I'm sorry for what I did last night, whatever I did."

"It's alright, Danny, you had good reason." We pulled away from each other, "Speaking of reasons, where's Dee?"

"She's still on her flight, but she and I had a few things to straighten out." Danny explained as I rose from the bed and began to stretch.

I sat back down on the bed and began to brush my hair. "Sure straightened out." I said as I fluffed out my hair. "Well, all is right in the world." I sighed. I placed my brush back on the nightstand. And began to point and flex my toes

"No, no it's not." Dougie said, as he placed a hand on my foot "You were so scared last night, I was so worried that he did something."

"Well, he didn't. Even if John wasn't there, I'd locked the doors and called the yard." I froze, "I dropped my phone in his car."

"Looking for this?" Dougie held up my phone. "The yard gave it to me when we got in the house." I reached for it and he pulled it away. "Seeing as your better now, we can head to downtown London to Yard headquarters to file a report."

"Dougie, do I have to?" I whined and he just glared at me, I sighed. "Fine, just gimme a few minutes to change so I don't look like a total train wreck."

"Sure." The guys stood up and Dougie stood in the doorway, "And eat something, or you'll hurt Tom's feelings."

"Let me change or I'll hurt someone else's." I glared at Dougie, indicating the one standing in the doorway.

"I'll be going now." He said as he stood up straight and went down the stairs. I smiled and shook my head.

I unzipped my strapless black dress that had a Chinese design down my entire right side of it. I stepped out of it and went to one section of Dougie's wardrobe(closet, for you Americans) to search for a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I found my favorite pair of torn jeans that I've had forever (not kidding, I've had them since I was 14) and a short-sleeved, 'Yankees' shirt. I slid on a pair of trainers and began to remove and reapply makeup. I pulled my hair into a teased ponytail and placed a blue and white polka-dotted headband. I then grabbed my leather jacket and placed a couple twenty pound notes in the secret pocket inside of the jacket.

When I was finished, I came down the stairs with a glass of orange juice and a double chocolate muffin, that was taken from the tray of food Tom had made. "Hey, I'm ready." I said as I held my hands up and placed the empty glass on the table. Gio and John had stayed the night and they just looked at me, worry spread across their tired faces, they knew that I wasn't myself, and I also knew that I wasn't. "What, are you still beat up about last night? All that matters is that I'm fine, and no one tell me that it's not or that I'm not okay, I'm ecstatic."

"Alright, Ms. Hangover, let's get you to the station." Dougie said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. As we shut the door and headed to Tom's car Dougie stopped me. "Alright, something's wrong. Don't lie, because I know you to well, what's wrong?"

"Nothing Dougie, I'm fine." I said as I got in the car and looked out the window. I heard the door open and Dougie started the car and pulled out and we headed downtown.

Halfway to headquarters, Dougie pulled over on the road and looked at me, "You were lying, Amy. Nothing's fine, I know when you're lying."

"Sure you do." I said as I continued to glare out the window. I fingered my beaded henna bracelet, and looked at Dougie, "I'm fine. Can we just get to the station and get this over with?"

"No." He said angrily and he turned off the car. "We're not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing! Dougie, okay!? I'm fine!" I glared at him, angry that he couldn't stop asking me if I was okay. "God, as I my mum digging at me and around my life wasn't enough! I'm fine!"

"What does that mean?" Dougie asked me.

"What does what mean, Doug. Did you fall asleep in class again today?" I asked sarcastically. "Do you want me to teach it to you again?"

"That's not funny." He said as his mouth clenched and his hands tightened on the steering wheel.

"Of course it's not and neither is abduction with an intention of rape!" I yelled, "I know I'm not alright! But let me cope with this my own damn way, and I'll be fine!"

"No you won't!" Dougie yelled back, "You keep everything bottled up and if it stays like that, it'll kill you! I can't lose you!"

"What do you mean lose me? You never have and you want it to stay that way, that's why you never want me to leave you behind! You don't want me to go back to America, you want your little 'pet' to stay with you forever! You want me chained to the porch!" I opened the car door, "Well this 'pet' is taking a walk. Alone!" I stepped out and slammed the door to the car and continued to walk. I walked down to the tube station and headed to Liverpool Street, ignoring Dougie calling me the entire way, I held up my hand and flipped him off, which made him stop yelling for me and he began to drive off back to the house, in haste. I know this because I heard the screech of the tires when he sped off.

How the hell would he know how I feel? I'm fine. I assured myself as the train came to stop and stepped out into the park three blocks from Scotland Yard. I sat by myself as I held my jacket closer to me, protecting me from the approaching storm's air. No one was around. Who am I kidding? I'm a disaster! How can I be such an idiot to Dougie, when he was just trying to help me? God, I'm hopeless! I hid my face in my hands and started to cry.

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