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Sad news for you: Tomorrow Im leaving for Austria, to go on a skiing holidays with my friends, and I won't have internet there. So you'll have to wait until next week, sunday or monday, for a new chapter. But to try and keep you happy I'm quickly adding a new chapter now. I'll upload (and write XD) chapter 36 as soon as I can when I get back! So that'll hopefully be sunday the 13th of march.
I wish you all great holidays if you have them next week as well! Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing and I'll see you all next week.
Chapter 35
Dougie's POV
I looked up when I saw Jared, Jeff and David leave the room. Rick closed the door, then walked up to me. I hid my face in my knees and tried to make myself as small as possible. Rick knelt down in front of me and looked at me for a moment while I desperately tried to hide myself and pretend this was all just a bad nightmare. Rick tilted my head up by my chin though with his hand and looked in my bloodshot and swollen eyes. His expression was sympathetic, but I noticed his eyes were hard and cold. It felt like a stab in my heart. He wasn't at my side, like I had thought. I realised now that he was a downright criminal like all of them, who cared about money, not about me. What made him different though, was that he was a smart criminal, who thought things through. He didn't want to traumatise or kill me, because he was afraid he would get the police after him then. Not because he actually felt sorry for me. And that thought really really hurt me.
Rick shook his head, sighing.
'You already are messed up, aren't you? It's gonna be alright, Dougie. It's gonna be alright.' With that he ruffled my hair, in a gentle way, but it made me flinch anyway. He sighed again, clearly really frustrated, then got to his feet and walked out of the door without saying anything more. That was when I broke and fell over on my side, sobbing my heart out.
Danny's POV
Tom and Harry had been avoiding each other the whole morning. Tom and me had been sat across from each other at the kitchen table, calling banks together, with no result. Harry had stayed in the guest room, probably making phone calls from there. It was around noon, me and Tom were calling a bank, when Harry came into the kitchen and looked at us questioningly. I gestured at him to keep quiet, while Tom was doing his usual band chat. Tom was always the leader when it came to the band. Eighty percent of the time in interviews, it was Tom who was talking. He always answered the serious questions, and we were actually quite glad about that. Now when he was at the phone he was talking the most of us as well, but he was nervous, and I sat next to him for support, and to back him up.
'Yeah, three million... We understand it is a lot to just get in such short time span, yes, but we have a big tour coming up and we want things to be kept a secret... Yes... No, our management is at the moment arranging the tour itself, so we have to do the money... Why we're not practising for our tour? Because we first need the money to be able to even play a tour... No, this tour DOES need that much money. We're planning something really special... No, I'm sorry but you can't talk to our management, because they are at the moment very busy... Alright... Really? You won't lend us that much money that fast without talking things through with our management... Alright... yes... right... Have a good day too, sir.'
Tom slammed the phone away and groaned frustrated, grabbing his hair in his hands.
'They won't give us the goddamn money. It is too much.' Harry sighing nodding. I looked at him disappointed.
'No luck at your side as well then, Haz?' Harry shook his head, and took a seat as well at the small kitchen table. For a moment we were all silent in thought.
'Well, we've gotta keep trying.' Tom said stubbornly.
'Which banks have we not tried yet?' Harry sighed.
'I think we've tried every bank already. There are not that many banks around here. And I guess they will all have the same policy. I don't think the banks will just give us 3 million dollar, in cash nonetheless, esspecially not in only a few days time.' Harry said frustrated, then fell silent.
'Maybe we need to approach them differently.' I suggested. Harry shrugged.
'Any idea how?'
'I don't know. This way just doesn't work apparently. Most banks want to have a word with our financial management and stuff. Maybe we should let Fletch call a bank?' I said cautiously, seeing how Tom and Harry hadn't looked at each other yet the whole day, even when they were sitting across from eachother now.
'I agree.' Tom said, 'Fletch already knows, and maybe he can make up a good story...'
I looked at Harry. He sighed and shrugged defeated.
'Yeah, okay. I guess letting Fletch try to arrange some money is worth at least a try. Shall we just call him now? From here?'
Me and Tom nodded, and I watched Tom dialing in Fletch's number. We all wanted to have this all done as soon as possible, for Dougie's sake, but also for our own sake, because the guilt and worry I felt about Dougie was horrible.
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