A/N = Hey all of my lovely readers =) Im so sorry for the long wait, exactly one week :O I have anemia, so I've been really tired and feeling sick lately. But I've (just minutes ago) written another chapter, chapter 20 already, wow! So here it is =)

Chapter 20

Harry's POV

All of us tensed when we saw the headlight come our way, but when I recognized the silver van as our band van I sighed relieved. It was Fletch, not those bastards that had kidnapped Dougie. My stomach clenched when I thought of him, and of how he had looked at us when he was being pushed in the back of the black van. His bloodshot eyes, and the tears drenching his beautiful face. God, why did this all happen?

We hurried over to the big silver car, which wasn't a really big van, but we liked to call it our band van, because we thought that sounded better than our 'band car'm. Fletch opened the door in the front and I hurried in to sit next to him in the front seat, while Tom and Danny shuffled in the backseats. The heater was on in the car and I felt my body tingle while it warmed up again. We looked at Fletch, who looked extremely pissed off and tired.

'What the hell are you guys doing here at this hour? How the hell did you get here without a car? Where the hell is Dougie and why the hell am I always the one to get you out of your goddamn troubles?' Fletch burst out, then looked at us annoyed. I shook my head, feeling guilty for dragging Fletch here, while he didn't know what was happening. I wish that I could tell him, but I knew I couldn't.

'Drive first, we'll explain while we drive.' I said. Fletch looked at me frowning, and he shook his head.

'Look, I love you guys, but Im not your personal taxi driver. Do you know how long I've been driving here to search for you? I had so many things to do, Im super busy at the moment, for mcfly nonetheless, and you guys just come along and think that I can just drop everything and just...'

'Fletch!' I interrupted his rambling. 'We're sorry about this okay! We want to explain, but we can't. Right now you just need to drive us home as fast as possible, because we have something very important and urgent to deal with.'

Fletch frowned, still annoyed at us. He was right to be angry at us, when the band just started and we were still young and living together, we woudl get ourselves in trouble all the time, and Fletch always was the one to have to get us out of it. He truely was the best manager in the world for always helping us out, but I could understand that he was getting sick of our stupidity. But, obviously, this whole situation wasn't our fault.

'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' Fletch asked confused.

'Please just get us home, Fletch.' I pleaded in a tired voice.

Fletch looked at me weirdly, then with an annoyed grunt he started the cars engine and started driving.

'You guys owe me an explanation ánd a big thank you!' He said when he was driving his way out of the forest. We were lucky he had such a great rememberingsability, so it probably wouldn't cost him to much difficulty to find the way out of the forest, while still slightly scolding us.

'You are the best of the best, Fletch!' Tom said immediately and Danny nodded.

'Thanks so much for getting us.'

'Thanks Fletch.' I agreed. Fletch grunted satisfied.

'And the explanation of why you're here, and how you got here? And where's Doug?'

And again I felt a pang of guilt and worry shoot through my stomach and heart, at the image of him giving himself back to his kidnappers to save us from harm. What if they were hurting him now? Would he be treated well enough? Probably not.

A lump formed in my throat, I swallowed it away bravely, but didn't dare to speak.

'Dougie is at home. He feels a bit sick.' Tom said and I nodded quickly. Fletch frowned and waited for us to continue, but we stayed awkwardly silent.

'Guys!' Fletch spat out in frustration. 'I wanna know why Im here picking you up from some forest very far away from your homes! Now spill it!'

We all looked at eachother desperately. Should we tell him? He deserved to know, Fletch really was the best manager in the world, and he was to be trusted. He could help us. But what if those guys would find out and hurt Dougie? We couldn't risk that. I really didn't want Dougie to be hurt, I just wanted him to be home as soon as possible.

'We can't tell you, Fletch.' I decided, clearly taking the lead of our incomplete band. I saw Tom bite his lip, he was clearly also debating telling Fletch. But I had decided already. We couldn't tell him.

'We need money, Fletch.' Tom blurted out, and I snapped my hear around to face him.

'Tom!' I hissed shocked. 'Shut up!' I noticed Fletch look at us with big eyes.

'Maybe we should tell him, Haz.' Tom said in a small voice. 'He can help us.'

'NO Tom!' I hissed angry. 'We'll discuss this at home. Now shut it.' I looked at Danny, to see what he thought of it, but he just bit his lip and seemed to be debated with himself. He wasn't sure about it either then.

'Harry, where are we going to get 3 m...'

'TOM!' I bellowed and everyone in the car flinched at the harshness.

'Jeez Harry!' Fletch exclaimed, and I saw Tom cringe.

'What the hell is working you guys up so much? You can tell me you know!' Fletch urged, but I shook my head.

'We'll discuss this later, guys.' I said, and Fletch sighed, giving up. He probably thought we had been our idiotic selves again and that it wasn't too bad. If only he knew. But he couldn't know. Dougie was the most important here and I didn't want him to be hurt.

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