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I'm sorry for the delay. I'm very busy with my upcoming exams, so I have to study a lot lately, and besides that I also have the usual stuff, like dance competitions and my horse. My life is too busy :P

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Chapter 43

Harry's POV

It felt like I'd had only two hours at most to sleep when I was already pulled out of my much-needed sleep. There were soft noises coming from somewhere in the house, it sounded like it came from the kitchen. They were loud enough to wake me up from my not so deep slumber though and it made me groan, not wanting to start a new day of this shit. Last night after calling numerous banks, from all over England, not even knowing there were so many banks in England, but having no succes, we all decided to go to sleep around midnight. Danny, who had been silent all night after hearing Dougie's voice, had been tossing and turning violently on the other side of me, unable to sleep. I knew he was more upset then he let us know. Where me and Tom were outing our stress on eachother by fighting with eachother, Danny kept it all to himself. I knew this was eating him up. Danny was still young too, and just as worried as me and Tom. After a while though he had calmed down and slowly fallen asleep, his soft snores filling the room. Listening to my friend's gentle snoring had slowly made me drift off too, finally, to get a few hours of sleep.

Reluctantly I opened my eyes to find sunlight already shining through the curtains, and I realised Danny was already out of bed. I sighed, dragging myself out of the bed, to quickly get a shower.

This was day four, I realised when I stepped out of the shower. Day four of this shit. It felt like it had been weeks though. How could four days have changed everything so much already? Four days of not seeing Dougie, not knowing how he was doing. I had been without Dougie for longer than four days before, obviously, but this was different. I really missed him. My heart ached when I remembered the call via the walkie talkie yesterday. Dougie was scared really quickly, and he cried quickly when he was upset. But this upset as he seemed yesterday had really made me worry out of my mind. He had been sobbing hysterically, not even able to talk through his panic-filled state. What had worried me the most though, was what he had choked out when Danny asked him what they did to him.

'He... He punished me with the belt, and then... then they almost m-made me... made me...'

Why would anyone want to hurt Dougie with a belt? Dougie, innocence himself, no bad bone in his body. Images of Dougie being hit with a belt flashed before my eyes, and I gasped, my body beginning to tremble softly. What if they had hurt him really bad?

'Then they almost m-made me... made me...' What had they almost made him do? Did I even want to know? Why the hell did they have to hurt Dougie, my poor sweet little Dougie?

Tears were springing in my eyes, but I desperately blinked them back, wanting to stay brave and strong no matter what. I took a deep breath, to calm myself down, before slowly getting dressed.

We were going to save Dougie, no matter what it would cost, we would get Dougie back. He didn't deserve to be hurt like this.

I walked to the kitchen, where Danny and Tom sat at the kitchen table, Tom with his hands in hair, a mug of steaming hot coffee in front of him, still untouched. He looked up at me when I came in, grunted a goodmorning at me, before burying his head in his hands again. Seems like he hadn't had a good sleep either then.

Danny, who was sat on the opposite side of Tom, munched on a piece of toast, nodding at me when I let myself slump in the seat next to him.

'Morning Haz.' He said in a raspy voice, his eyes had a genuine glint in them though. That was a bit of a relief for me. Stress and worry, and maybe even guilt, was eating all of us. But I was glad to see that Danny still had his usual glint in his blue eyes.

Tom reluctantly stood up at the other side.

'Do you want coffee, Harry?' He asked me. I nodded thankfully at him, trying not to stare at the bags under his eyes too much. Tom shot Danny a questioning look, and Danny shook his head. Tom shrugged and silently went to make some coffee for me. It stayed silent, the coffeemachine the only thing to make a sound that pierced the silence. I couldn't help but grin when Tom handed me my coffee in a christmas mug a few moments later. Danny muffled a laugh too.

'What?' Tom scoffed at us.

'You're so predictable, Tom.' Danny said amused and I laughed again when Tom scoffed again.

'You're so ungrateful.' He said, not really as irritated as he tried to sound.

'Thanks Tom, for this wonderful coffee in a wonderful christmas mug. I love you for it.' I thanked in a mocking tone, just playfully teasing my oldest bandmate.

Danny burst out laughing, and Tom failed to hide his laugh. For a moment it felt like a normal morning, playfully teasing each other and having fun. Only one thing was missing...

When our laughing died away again, the silence came back again, and our moods dropped again to nervous and worried.

This afternoon one of the kidnappers would come by. He had said that he wanted this to be over as soon as possible. I wondered why he would come alone and why he wanted this to be over soon.

Directly after the breakfast we all went back to trying to sort out the money.

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