I'm quite impressed with myself, this is the third story I've updated tonight!.. Anything to get out of studying ;)

This is the last chapter to this story :'( BUT I've written a, epilogue, which will be up sometime tomorrow :) And then I'll start the sequel :) I just want to thank everyone who have reviewed and read this story, you guys are awesome :)

Now, you really do need to get the point: I. Do. Not. Own. McFly. *sighs*

Danny

I was walking home from Tom's, thinking about what I needed to buy from the store for a gathering at my place that night, when Dougie texted me.

Hey dude, I'm at the hospital so I won't be able to come tonite.

What?! He was at the hospital?! Oh, crap.

Dude, what the hell happened?!

My cousin was found unconscious on the streets near my place.

I sighed in relief that he was ok, then shook my head. There's always a drama, isn't there?

Dougie

Charlotte was laying in a hospital bed, looking pale when I entered the room.

"What the hell happened?" I asked her.

"I had to deliver that letter to you, and I hadn't eaten for a while, and blacked out." Charlotte blushed, "That's really all that happened."

I frowned. I didn't really believe it... but then again, it was Charlotte, and you never know with her... But to come all the way to London, just to deliver a letter?

Just as was contemplating this Aunt Jodie ran into the room and hugged Charlotte. I had phoned her on my way, and she must've broken every law to get here in that space of time.

"Oh, thank God you're ok!" she said, crushing the girl.

"I'm fine, mum!" Charlotte rolled her eyes, pulling free of her mother's grasp. Aunt Jodie then looked at me.

"Doug, are you doing ok?" she asked me.

"Yeah, fine." I shrugged. And that's how I felt. Just fine. I was kinda numb... I guess that was good, I wasn't sad, wasn't angry... I was fine...

"How long do you have to be here, Charlie?" Aunt Jodie asked Charlotte.

"Until tomorrow. They have to do these stupid tests on me. " Charlotte muttered.

"Ok, do you think they'll let me stay here?" Aunt Jodie asked wearily.

"You can stay with me, Aunt Jodie." I told her.

"Oh, thank you, Dougs." Aunt Jodie smiled at me.

Charlotte turned out to be fine, and was released the next day. I completely forgot about the letter, though, that stood on my night stand.

Danny

It was Doug's birthday, and Jess let him have a day off. Lucky bastard. We planned a get together after work at my place. Because Doug was off, Harry had to work. Something he wasn't pleased about.

"Why, Jess, why? I have a mountain of homework to do!" Harry groaned.

"Because, you still haven't got a job, and you need to move the fuck out of my place!" Jess snapped. I just laughed at the family spat.

"I hate you." Harry grumbled.

"Oi, Jess! Where do you want these?" I asked the boss. We just got a new stock of guitars.

"Put them there." Jess waved in no particular direction.

"Ok..." I shrugged and just put them down where I was and walked away.

Just then Tom burst inside, looking like Christmas and his birthday came at once.

"We're not open yet!" Jess snapped.

"We've been signed!" Tom shouted.

Harry and I froze, looked at each other, then at Tom.

"You're kidding, mate." I said, in disbelief.

"No, I'm not. We're fucking signed to Universal-Island records, you bastards!" Tom waved a letter in the air.

"Fuck yes!" I hugged the blonde boy, and Harry joined in.

"We need to tell Doug!" I realised.

"Let's go then!" Tom ran out, and Harry was on his tail. I was about to follow when I remembered I had a job. I turned to look at Jess who was looking beyond proud, she nodded at me to go and I ran after them.

Dougie

"DOUG! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I jumped awake.

"WHERE'S THE FIRE?!" I shouted. Hey, when you live alone, and used to wake up to silence, it's scary to be woken up. I then calmed down and realised Danny, Tom and Harry were in my bedroom.

"Read!" Tom handed me a letter. I scanned it quickly and my eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Is this real?" I looked up at them.

"Yeah, mate!" Danny grinned.

"Happy 17th birthday, Doug!" Harry grinned.

I looked down at the letter and grinned. Things are finally looking up. And just as I finally thought I could forget about my past, I looked to my right, on my night stand, where the letter Charlotte passed out for was. I put the letter by the record company down on my bed, and reached to the letter on my night stand while the other three celebrated.

I opened the envelope and read the letter word for word, and felt the excitement drain out of me, and get replaced by fear, and paranoia. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

How?

How did he know where I was?

How did he know all of this?

Why did he have to remember me? Why did he have to remember my debt? When I hadn't spoken to him since I was fourteen, grief stricken, and didn't think straight.

I looked at the letter and damned my fourteen year old self to hell.

I regretted the day I got involved with The Racketeer.