A/N = Hey people!

Yesterday night was officially the best night of my live!

Yesterday McFly were in Amsterdam and I was there! I had a pioneer meet&greet and because of that I stood at the front and in the middle and I had a perfect view of Danny, Tom, Dougie and Harry! It was perfect. Then at the end we stormed the tourbus and I stood against the front window of the HUGE tourbus and I TOUCHED Harry Judd! And Dougie and Tom smiled at me when I screamed their names. Danny didn't see me though :'(

Anyway yesterday was great! I love McFly more than ever now!

So to celebrate 28-01-11 I wrote a new chapter! :D

Let me know what you think and sorry that it takes me a while to write new chapters lately. Im just really busy with school :(

Chapter 28

Harry's POV

My hands were slightly shaking when I dialed the number of a big bank in England, hoping this bank would give us 3 million dollars. After a few rings I heard a woman's voice and gulped in some air to start making up lies for why I needed 3 million dollars.

'Hello, you've reached the voicemail of the Riyad Bank House. We are currently not available. We are glad to be of service every working day between nine in the morning and Four in the Afternoon. Have a good day.'

I groaned frustrated and slammed the phone back in the holder, then let myself fall face-forward on the bed in the guestroom me and Danny shared.

Shit. I needed to get the money now. Right now, at this minute. I wanted Dougie to be back as soon as possible. He didn't deserve to be put through that hell one more day, let alone a week. I wasn't going to let him down. I was going to get 3 million dollars tomorrow.

No! I wanted the money today!

I stubbornly picked up the phone again and dialed the same number, only to be met with the same annoying woman's voice telling me to call between 9AM and 4PM.

I wanted to cry out and smash everything around me to pieces, but still I managed to remain calm, willing myself not to cause a scene. I needed to stay focused and controlled.

But the image of Dougie's fearstricken face, drowned with desperate tears, kept haunting me. The scene kept replaying before my eyes and it was killing me.

I heard Danny and Tom making faint noises in the livingroom, and I turned around on the bed, so I was laying on my back. I gripped my hair in my hands and tried not to think about Dougie and all the shit that was going on now. On top of all, Tom was stupid enough to disobey the kidnappers orders to not tell anyone, even though he was choked by one of them and Danny was threatened with a gun, just a little while ago. Fletch knew what was happening. He gave us one week.

Hell, like I was going to let Dougie hang in there for a whole week! No way!

If I had my way he would be home and safe by tomorrow. Or even sooner.

But even though I was trying to peptalk myself by thinking all sorts of angry thoughts and determined thoughts, I knew that this was just an act to try and keep myself calm. The only thing I really wanted to do now was cry my heart out in Dougie's little shoulder. The poor boy. He always was a bit of scared-cat. I really didn't want to think about how scared he must have been right now. My stomach hurt when I thought of what those kidnappers could possibly do to him now. What if they would hurt Dougie? What if they wouldn't give him back after we brought the money?

'Give him back'. That sounded as if Dougie was a toy or a pet, and not a living human or my best friend in the world. Why was I thinking like that? Why was I thinking anyway? I needed to call someone, anyone, to try and get money. Maybe not all banks were available only before four in the afternoon.

I got upright and reached out for the phone, but halted my actions when I heard hesitant footsteps coming closer. A second later Tom's head peeper around the doorway. He looked upset.

What now? Pretend nothing happened? Ignore him? Or be really mad at him? I was too tired to yell at him, but I felt a little flame of anger built in me. Fletch knew because of his stubborness. If those kidnappers found out we had told our manager, they would hurt Dougie. They had even threatened to hurt one of us. And still he got what he wanted and endangered us all. The idiot!

My eyes seemed to have explained what I was thinking, because I saw a hint of hurt in Tom's eyes, but still there was determination as well.

'Harry, can we talk about...' Tom started, then hesitated.

'You know...' He added.

'Why did he have to know, Tom? This only brings more trouble. We could have handled it on our own!' I said on a low tone.

'You don't know that, Harry. I want just the same as you. I want Dougie to be home safe as soon as possible.' Tom said sincerely, but I shook my head.

'You just don't understand, do you? They'll hurt Dougie because of this. Because of you!'

Tom's eyes widened for a second, then they flamed up with anger too.

'Oh don't you dare saying that to me. That is so low! I'm trying to safe him, Harry.'

'WELL SO AM I!' I screamed out, no longer able to contain my temper.

'WELL HAVE YOU GOT MONEY ALREADY THEN?' Tom screamed back at me and I growled lowly.

'Of course I haven't got it yet, you idiot. And now we're talking about it. What have you and Danny done already? Nothing. I am the only one trying to make phone calls! The only thing you have done is make everything worse!' I yelled at him, not meaning any word of it. I just felt so desperate and angry at the kidnappers and the whole situation just sucked. I needed someone to vent my own insecurities on.

I instantly regretted saying all those mean words though when I saw Tom's expression change drastically from angry to deeply hurt. He seemed to actually believe that I meant those words, seeing how his eyes were watering up and he got out slamming the door shut after choking out:

'Fuck you!'

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