Copyright. I own the song These Feelings in this story. Which means you don't steal it for any reason. Kay? Glad we agree on that :).

(I think this chapter officially makes up for every single comment anybody's made that said I need to make the chapters longer)

So I was surprised when I woke up next to Tom. Then I remembered what had happened. We fell asleep talking.

I rolled over. Tom was awake. "Hey," he said.

I blushed when I realized how close I was to him. I sat up. "Hey," I said, rubbing my eyes.

"Beep, beep, beep!"

I groaned and rolled over. Tom was on the couch. Confused, I sat up. Then I realized it was just a dream. Danny hit the snooze button on the alarm clock, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I rolled my eyes. "Danny, get up." I went over to his bed and dragged him off of it.

"Dang, woman, you're strong." He picked himself up. I smirked.

"Thank you very much."

We went to the recording studio that day to work on our song. I thought it would be boring, as it usually is when you're trying to write a song, but I was extremely wrong. The guys seemed to make everything fun. But with all our joking around, we only got one verse. It started out with Tom and I singing.

"On the day I met you, I never thought that things would ever progress this far," I sang as Danny played his guitar.

Tom put his chin in his hand. "Well, we got half of one verse."

I suddenly had an idea, so I grabbed the notebook we were writing in and wrote something down. "How about this?" I gave it to Tom. You could use the same tune, but with different words," I said as he read what I'd written.

You looked at me

I looked at you

The words we exchanged

Were very few

He looked at me. "Ideas just pop in your head randomly, don't they?"

I smiled. "Something like that."

"It's really good. We should use it." He passed it to Danny, who read it out loud.

The guys agreed, and Tom and I sang what we'd written so far. Despite only having written the first verse, we were exhausted, and took the rest of the day off. So the rest of the day we just hung out. Eventually, Harry and Dougie disappeared to their room, and Danny told us he had a date.

Tom looked at him in disbelief. "Already? We've been here for what, two days, and you're already going out with a girl?"

Danny picked up his room key. "Actually, it's been three days, and it's not just any girl. It's a hot American girl." He left.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Like it makes a difference," he mumbled at the same time as I said, "and what am I, a grilled cheese sandwich?" he laughed and turned to me. "Have you met any guys?" he asked.

"Well, only these four guys in a band. They're pretty cute." I winked.

He laughed. My cell phone beeped, telling me I had a text message. I jumped up to get it. Of course, it was Amanda.

So??? U hvnt called me. What r they like? Tell me evrything.

I rolled my eyes at Tom. "It's my friend Amanda. She's just a little bit obsessed with you guys…Which is actually how she got me listening to you and that was when I fell in love with your music…" I trailed off, thinking maybe he didn't want to hear all about how Amanda's obsessivness got me obsessed. I quickly texted her back.

Just as u thought, they r amazing. But Im kinda busy right now. Ill call u l8r.

I felt bad, but I did call her the next day. The conversation was based off of her asking me a bunch of questions and me answering them as fast as I could, leaving about half of them unanswered.

Somehow we got the song written in time for McFly's first show. I was so scared I almost puked. I'd sung in front of people before, but not that many. It was like riding the kiddy coaster in Mickey's Toon Town at Disneyland and then riding Screaming in California Adventures.

But once we were on stage, my fear faded away. I couldn't really see the audience thanks to the spotlights, and I knew that with McFly standing on stage, people probably wouldn't care how I sounded. Not to mention they wouldn't have chosen me to win if I did sound horrible.

Everyone seemed to like the song. I was amazed when people actually asked me for my autograph when we were waiting to catch a taxi a few days later.

The next show went about the same. Fear disappearing once onstage, and the audience giving a deafening roar when we finished singing, doesn't get old very quickly. The whole experience was amazing. Of course the whole day was ruined when my mobile rang that night.

"One sec," I told Tom, taking my phone into the hallway where there was better signal. Weird, I know.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetie."

"Hey Dad." His voice sounded weird, like he'd been crying. "Is something wrong, Dad?" I asked.

There was a sigh on the other end. "I have some bad news, Cass."

My heart caught in my throat.

"Cass…Your mother was in a bad car accident."

My eyes widened. "What happened? Is she okay?"

There was a short moment of silence. "I-I'm sorry honey. The doctors did everything they could for her. She's gone." He sounded choked, and I knew he was crying.

The tears welled in my eyes before I could even let out a sob. "No. No."

"Cass-"

"No!" I yelled, hanging up on him. I felt bad afterwards, but I couldn't deal right then.

I felt as if I was in a fog running back to the room. When I got there and started pacing around the room, crying hysterically. I'm sure Tom thought I was crazy. "Cassie. What's wrong?"

"She's gone…" – sob – "…she's gone…" – sob – "…no," I muttered, finally dropping onto the bed. Tom came and put his arms around me.

"Who's gone? What's happened?"

I just sobbed until I could form words that Tom could actually understand me. "My mom…she…died…" I cried harder.

I eventually calmed down, enough so I could control myself.

"Hold you through the night, and you'll be unaware, and if you need me I'll be there," Tom whispered into my ear. I could almost form a smile, but not quite. I just let him hold me until I eventually cried myself to sleep.

Tom's POV

I had no idea what had happened to Cassie's mum, but I know that all I wanted to do was maker Cass feel better. I couldn't stand seeing her in this much pain.

Sometime during the night, Danny came in. He looked at me questioningly, and put a finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet. He went to bed without a word. I pulled the covers up over Cassie and I, and just lay there, listening to the sounds of the cars on the street and Cassie's occasional sob.

Cassie's POV

I woke up to, "What happened last night?"

"I'm not sure exactly, but her mum died."

Tom was filling Danny in on why he'd walked in on me and Tom in bed together, with me crying like a crazy person.

I sat up and Danny made some excuse about breakfast or something, and left.

"How're you doing?" Tom asked.

I managed a half-hearted smile. "Not so good," I admitted, getting out of bed and grabbing some clothes. Yawning, I went into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

It seemed to take forever to do my makeup. No matter what I did, I still looked like I'd been crying my eyes out. Which I had.

I finally gave up and threw all my makeup back in its bag, and went back into the room to shove it in my suitcase.

Tom was sitting in the same chair, and looked up when I came in.

"Can I ask what, exactly, happened?" he said.

"My mom was in a car accident…Supposedly the doctors did everything they could but…" Once again, tears started filling my eyes.

Tom held out his arms and he wrapped them around me as I sat on his lap, crying into his shoulder.

"Tom, I'm so sorry…I…" I sniffed, trying to stop crying.

He wiped the tears from my eyes and cupped my face in his hands. "Cassie. Don't ever apologize for crying. I'm here for you."

I smiled, remembering how he'd whispered the song lyrics in my ear. "Thanks," I whispered hoarsely. I rested my head on his shoulder, until we eventually had to go get breakfast before they put it away.

By the time we got to the dining area, Dougie and Harry knew what had happened last night. I could tell by the smirks on their faces they thought something was going on between us. There probably was but I couldn't deal with that yet. My mother had just died!

Breakfast went on forever. I only got an English muffin, and yet still only ate half of it. So I just sat there with my chin on my hand, listening to Dougie, Danny and Harry argue over who was going to win American Idol. Yes, American Idol. I must've gotten them hooked on American shows.

"Hey guys," said Richard, coming up behind us. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Uh oh," Dougie mumbled under his breath. I raised an eyebrow.

"What's up?" Harry was the one to ask. We were all curious; we just didn't want to hear anymore bad news.

"Well, you know how we interviewed some of the fans at the last show and asked them what they'd like to see happen with McFly?"

We all nodded.

Richard continued. "Well, a couple of people said they'd like to hear a remix of 'I'll Be Okay' with Cassie's voice. I put a poll on the website, and more than half of the voters wanted that song and 'I've Got You' remixed."

I had a bad feeling by the looks on the guys' faces.

"I was wondering if you could maybe come to the studio today and we could go over them?"

"Sounds great," Tom was the first to speak.

"But this is-" Dougie was cut off by Tom stepping on his foot. "That's fine," he managed to squeak out.

When Richard was gone, Tom punched Dougie in the arm. "Dougie, who's the one who got us our first gig?" He asked him.

"Richard," Dougie muttered.

"Right. And who-"

I interrupted them. "Guys, I'm not so sure about this," I said. "This is a boy band, after all."

"But you've already done one song with us," Harry protested.

"Yeah, but that was because of a contest." I still didn't feel right about doing this. "Besides, you performed those songs before you even held the contest."

"Well its not like we have much choice, either way," Danny said.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Harry joked.

Tom was silent throughout this entire conversation. He finally said, "Well, let's just go to the studio today, and see how everything works out, okay? Then we can talk to Richard."

I remembered how I'd hung up on my dad the night before. I stood up and tossed my trash in the nearest garbage can. "Well, I have to go call my dad," I told them. I waved, and went outside to the courtyard. I whipped out my phone and automatically started dialing my dad at work. His secretary, Kathy, told me he hadn't come in today. I thanked her, hung up and called the house phone. He answered on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

For a second I was too embarrassed about hanging up last night, but I answered him. "Dad!" I didn't let him say anything else. "I'm really sorry about last night, Dad. I was just really upset, I mean, I still am…"

"Honey, it's okay. I understand. We both lost someone dear to us."

It was just like my dad to be so forgiving, so quickly. "Thanks dad," I said.

"Do you have a cold or something, Cass?" he asked. "You sound different."

I figured the long distance made me sound weird to him. "It must be the connection," I told him.

"Must be. Or maybe…you're developing an accent? You are starting to sound like Robin."

I blushed, even though my dad wasn't there. Robin was my mother's best friend. She had the thickest accent I'd ever heard in my life; even more than the boys of McFly!

I laughed. "Well I have been spending every waking minute with the guys." I wondered if my dad worried about me. I was living (sort of) with four British guys in various states and countries for three months. I mean, I knew he trusted me not to do anything stupid, but you know how dads can be. Or maybe you don't.

He didn't seem to be too worried, though. We discussed what we were going to do for a few more minutes, and then my phone started beeping, reminding me that I'd forgotten to charge it last night.

"Okay honey, someone's probably going to come in soon. People have been dropping in and out all day. I love you, Cassie."

"I love you too, dad." I pressed end and pocketed my cell.

I found the guys in the lobby, lounging on some chairs, talking and laughing. "So what happened with your dad?" Tom asked when I approached them.

"We decided it'd be best if I continued touring with you guys, instead of just dropping the tour or going home and coming back later." I was actually a bit relieved that they had to have the funeral without me. I hated funerals; they always made me cry, even if I barely knew the person. As bad as that makes me sound.

"Well, I'm glad you got everything resolved," Tom said. He held out his arm for me. "Shall we go record?" He asked. I giggled and took his arm. I could practically feel the others' eyes on our backs.

We were on our way out the door when I remembered my phone. "Wait, Tom. I have to go charge my phone."

I left them waiting in the lobby, and got into the elevator.

I was just about to stick my keycard in the slot, when a hand clamped over my mouth and a gun appeared in front of my face. "Open the door and I won't have to shoot you," a familiar voice said.

I tried to scream, but there wasn't anyone around to hear me anyway; obviously, as he wouldn't be doing this if there were.

I did as I was told, and when we got inside he threw me on the bed and started tying my hands together and duct taping my mouth shut.

I'd only been terrified that much in my life once. It had involved the same guy, and nearly the same situation. I just hoped this time had a different outcome.

Tom's POV

"Maybe we should go see what's taking so long?"

I was getting worried about Cassie. It didn't take that long to plug a phone into a charger, did it?

Dougie seemed to red my mind. "Relax, man, she's probably just having trouble finding her charger or something."

However, when ten more minutes had passed, the others seemed to be worried, too. "Let's go check on her," Danny suggested. Harry, Dougie and I followed him up to the third floor.

Standing in front of our room, Danny smacked his head. "I forgot our room key." He knocked but there was no answer.

Harry grinned mischievously. "But I didn't forget ours," he said, whipping out a card.

"Harry, I am going to worship you forever," I said, with a little bit of regret afterward.

He opened the door to the room that connected to Cassie, Danny's and my room. "I thought you already did."

The door was stuck. The lock on the door had been broken for a while, so there had to be something blocking it. "Cass?" I called. "You in there?"

There was a muffled scream. What I heard next scared the crap out of me; not only because it was extremely loud, but because it sounded exactly like a gunshot.

Don't you hate cliff-hangers? Not that it's much a cliffy considering I've already uploaded the next chapter :)