36 Dougie's POV

Fletch's only advise to us again was that he could get us moved, he had no other advise for us at all, apart from 'take legal action.' But that meant putting out restraining orders and whatever else against Harry's parents, and he didn't want that! I didn't want that! He still wanted a relationship with his parents after all this was over, we couldn't wreck it completely by putting a restraining order on them! That would be ridiculous! This whole situation was ridiculous!

But what could we do? How much longer could we ignore these messages? What would happen if we continued to ignore them? I was so scared, so damn scared. I had to be strong though; I had to keep going for Harry. He was in a state, having nightmares some nights, breaking down crying while staring at all this messages, I couldn't break down too. I had to be strong for him; one of us always had to stay strong. He'd been so strong for me over the years, and had never given up on me, even when I was having horrendous panic attacks during my parents' divorce; I was never going to give up on him.

"Does he have anything else for us? We can't move, this is our home." I pleaded Danny to ask, stroking my hand through Harry's hair as his face pressed against my stomach. He'd calmed down, but was still so upset, though he was trying his best to hide it.

"He says he's trying to figure some stuff out, but that's all he's got." Tom sighed, looking so apologetic, "He has said that we could just not open the letters. Or get them sent to him."

"But that won't stop them coming through on my phone." Harry cut him off.

"How did they even get your number? You got that phone a week ago!" Danny flopped into a chair, staring at the phone with a hint of amazement on his face.

"No idea. Thomas and Katherine wouldn't have given it to them." Harry chucked the phone on the table; it skidded but unfortunately didn't fall off the end.

"They've got some ridiculously good resources, I'll give them that." Tom joined Danny in flopping into another chair.

"They're rich, money isn't a problem when terrorising their son." Harry grumbled, voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Which also means following us if we moved wouldn't be an issue." I sighed as I realised it.

"Nope. Hence there's no point. This is our home, there's no point in moving from it, especially when they'll find us again within a week." Harry nodded, looking utterly defeated.

"Sh*t." Danny swore.

"So instead we have to watch this escalate? Great, soon they're going to end up actually trying to get in here and kidnap you." Tom hugged his knees; his words making me pull Harry closer. Nobody was taking my boy from me, nobody.

"They can try, they won't manage it though." I wouldn't let them, I was small and weak, but bl**dy hell, nobody was taking my Harry from me. He was mine, and like hell I was letting him get kidnapped by his mental family and taken back to that hell hole of a manor to be taught to be a 'proper man.' He was already a proper man; he didn't need any sort of retraining or anything. His family were crazy to think otherwise.

"We can ask Fletch to up security around here. I mean, he's already fitted a better alarm system, but he could put guards around and stuff I guess." Tom suggested, Danny started typing out the request to Fletch.

"Maybe security cameras too?" I joined in, wrapping my fingers around Harry's, feeling him give them a squeeze.

"That'll at least put them off for a bit. And give us ample evidence to give the police if anything did happen. We may not be able to get you out, but the police would." Danny smiled reassuringly, firing off the text. Another came back less than a minute later. "Fletch says he'll get it all set up within a week. Guards are arriving tonight; cameras will take a few days longer."

"At least that's something." I tried to smile too, not really feeling it. I doubted I would feel safe until everything was in place, there were no more letters, and Harry was either back on speaking terms with his parents, or completely separated from them.