A/N = Im so sorry for not updating. My computer crashed and I wasn't allowed on my parents computer for other things than schoolwork :( So I couldn't update :( But here finally is another chapter again. More will come soon ;)

Chapter 27

Tom's POV

When I opened the front door of my house, and I heard Fletch start his cars engine and drive off, a small wave of anxiousness washed through me again. I was relieved that we had at least been able to tell our manager the situation we were in. I know it wasn't a smart idea to tell too many people, I only wanted Fletch to know so he could help us with the money. I wanted Dougie to be back here in our arms safely and happy as soon as possible, just like Harry. I just wasn't sure if we could get that much money so fast all by ourselves without getting suspicious. I just hoped Harry didn't hate me too much now.

I saw Danny look back over his shoulder nervously, checking if there was somebody watching or something. He didn't really show it, but I knew he was afraid. Like all of us. We just all reacted differently to it.

The door closed, I walked in the livingroom and subconciously braced myself for a verbal attack from Harry. But he just walked past me in the direction of the guest room, and completely ignored me. I looked at him confused and a bit hurt too. I don't know why I was hurt, I should be glad that he wasn't screaming at me, but a cold question swam through my head. What if he was so angry that he would never speak to me again?

Okay, I know I was being very overdramatic, but I just couldn't help it. I had just seen one of my best three friends be dragged off again to whatever hellhole he was kidnapped in, and I had seen my other best friend with a gun pressed to his head. And it all was kind of my fault. If I hadn't been caught immediately by that curly-haired guy, then maybe we could have saved Dougie. Why was I such a pathetic loser that couldn't even fight a man that didn't even seem too much older than me? He didn't look older than 30. And now Harry was so upset with me that I had forced him to tell Fletch what was going on, that he just completely ignored me, after even attempting to hit me in the car. Really, all I wanted to do right now was cry and be comforted by my three best friends. But I was being so selfish right now. Dougie was the one who had the right to cry. I didn't. What was I doing, sulking in here? I should be trying to help Harry with getting the money.

I planned to walk to the guest room, where Harry probably was, but halted my steps when I noticed Danny. He stood in front of the big windows in my livingroom, and it looked like he was trying to make sure they were securely locked, then closed the curtains. His hands appeared to be shaking when he was having trouble with the curtains. I swallowed and walked over to him.

'Danny.' I said softly, and he looked up with bloodshot eyes, not crying yet, but clearly on the verge.

'Oh Danz, come here.' I said feeling a lump form in my throat, and he didn't hesitate to throw himself in my arms. I was right. He wás shaking. I felt guilty immediately. I should have looked after him more too. Dougie wasn't the only young one in our band. Danny was still young too. God, Im the oldest in the band. It's my job to look after the younger ones, but I seemed to be doing a really bad job.

'Danny Im so sorry.' I stuttered out and I pressed him closer, needing to feel my best friend as close to me as possible.

'For what?' He murmured out, he appeared to still be fighting his tears back.

'You don't have to feel sorry.'

'Yes I do. Im sorry for not looking out for you and Dougie as much and as good as I should be doing.' I felt his gently push me back a bit so he could look me in the eyes. His deep blue eyes pierced my brown ones while I miraculously succeeded in not breaking down in front of him yet, while all I felt like doing was exactly that.

'You idiot.' Danny said with a sad smile. 'You don't have to look out for me. Why are you torturing yourself with that nonsence? I am not even two years younger than you.' He said serious and my heart warmed at his little smile. I pulled him back into our embrace and we silently hugged some more until I was the one to pull back.

'What were you doing by the window?' I asked him, and he looked away from me blushing.

'I was just being paranoid. Checking if all the windows were closed and locked and all.'

'I think it's a good idea.' I said, feeling the same need to check the windows, and he smiled. Together we checked all the windows and door and everywhere those creepy kidnappers could use to sneak into the house at night. I knew that the camera was on and that they could see us being paranoid. Would they be laughing at us? Probably. But I didn't care. After closing the windows, I would go to Harry, try to make up with him and then start to help him with getting the money.

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