A/N = Today we got the results of the exams. Well... I haven't officially failed... yet. I need 0.2 points more on history to graduate. DAMN. But I can do history again, and I'll have to try to get a 5.2. Now I had a 5.0, which is quite bad but for my standards... quite good. And almost enough to graduate. -_-
God I can't believe Im possibly gonna fail for missing only 0.2 points. So close!
So the re-exam is next wednesday. So Im gonna study for that a lot now.
But first, here's a new add! :D
Hope you like it, please review to make me feel a bit happier.
Oh I actually realised I never really put disclaimers here. Its a bit weird to have a disclaimer for a band though... Haha as if I could own 4 really existing people. -_-
Well anyway lets give it a go anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own McFly. If I did I would be a freaking lucky girl and marry them all.
Chapter 47
Danny's POV
A quarter to four. Fifteen more minutes to kill.
Then suddenly the doorbell rang, startling us all to jump to our feet.
'Fuck, they're here already?' Tom whispered, and I quickly tried to calm him down.
'It's only one of them, Tom. It'll be alright.'
'You ready?' Harry whispered, and we nodded, following him when Harry hurried his way over to the door and opened it, revealing indeed the curly-haired kidnapper, dressed in casual clothes.
'Good afternoon.' He said in his low voice, and I felt Tom grab my hand. I glanced at him briefly and saw proudly that he was hiding his fear quite well.
'Afternoon.' Harry mumbled and made way to let him in. Quickly we all walked back to the livingroom, then stood there awkwardly, looking at the kidnapper hesitantly.
'Well. Sit down.' He commanded gently and we did what he asked, sitting down on the comfortable sofa, like we had sat before the kidnapper arived. Me thankfully again in the middle, even though I wasn't as scared anymore as Tom was. He was again pressing himself up to me, not looking at the kidnapper. I realised now that he was the one that had strangled Tom. Tom wasn't the bravest guy in our group, after Dougie he was the quickest to be scared, so it was understandable that he was scared right now.
The kidnapper seemed to notice his fear too though as he himself had settled himself down on the big old chair across from us.
'Tom.' He spoke, making Tom tense up.
'You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm sorry for what I did in the forest, for cutting of your air supply and for punching you in the stomach. I did that solely because I didn't want the situation to become worse. I know Jared wouldn't hesitate to shoot one of you. I just wanted to prevent that. But you don't have to fear me now. I won't hurt you.'
Tom blinked, and slowly relaxed a bit. 'O...Okay...' He stuttered.
The kidnapper looked back at all of us now, and spoke again.
'So. About the money. Have you got it yet?' He seemed a bit nervous for the answer. He disguised it well, but I could hear it in his voice.
'Yeah... We just got a t-...' Harry quickly cut himself off, and I tensed. He had almost said 'textmessage from Fletch'. They weren't supposed to know that. They had forbidden us to have contact with anyone else, so if we told him that we had in fact told our manager what was going on, we'd be in big trouble. Fortunately the kidnapper didn't seem suspicious as Harry continued. He probably thought Harry was just stuttering because he was nervous. Though I was actually surprised at how strong his voice was. He didn't seem afraid. Relieved I realised he was taking control over our little incomplete band, as usual in bad situations.
'We got a call from a bank, just a few hours ago.' Harry started again.
'They said we can have the three million dollars in cash in two days...'
'So that's a sunday.' The kidnapper mused. He seemed relieved when he heard Harry speak.
'That's great news, guys. What time? In the morning or afternoon or...?'
'We don't really know the exact details yet, we'll get them soon though.' Harry said. The curly-haired guy nodded.
'Alright. Well, let me know as soon as you know then, so we can finally get all of this over with.'
'Alright, how do you want us to contact you? Through the walkie talkie again?' Harry asked.
The kidnapper guy frowned and seemed to be thinking for a moment.
'Yeah... Contact us through the walkie talkie. But, if you reach one of the other guys, then don't tell them I was here right now, alright?'
We all frowned.
'Why?' I asked without thinking. 'Don't they know you are here?'
The kidnapper sighed.
'No, they don't.' He said shortly. When it was clear he wasn't going to continue I spoke up again.
'Why?' I couldn't help myself. Tom tensed again at my nerve to question him so bluntly. The kidnapper frowned annoyed at me but answered anyway.
'Well, in short, we had a bit of a disagreement on the way my mates have... been treating your little bassplayer.'
'What?' Harry spat out alarmed, probably remembering Dougie's panic during the talk via the walkie talkie. 'What do you mean? How have they been treating him?'
Rick sighed deeply.
'You know what, I'm not gonna tell you that. All you need to know is that we want the money as soon as possible.'
He stood up and quickly we followed his action.
'I'm gonna go again. I just wanted to make sure you have the money so we can have this all over with as soon as possible.'
He turned around and made to leave but Harry stopped him.
'No wait. What... I mean... How is Dougie?'
The kidnapper turned around again and slowly let his gaze fall over Harry, then me and then Tom. The he looked back at Harry, and answered in a seemingly sincere and genuinely concerned tone.
'Honestly, he's not coping that well and Im genuinely worried about him. So please guys, hurry up with the money.'
With that he turned around again and walked to the door.
'Wait. What do you mean he's not coping that well? Is he alright? What have you done to him?' Harry protested and ran after the curly-haired kidnapper, who simply ignored him.
'Wait!' I cried out as well, scared for my youngest friend. 'You can't tell us he's not coping well and then walk away!'
The kidnapper had by now reached the door and had his hand on the doorknob before turning around to face us one last time.
'Just get the damn money as fast as you can so we can all put this bloody mess behind us.' He mumbled, then opened the door and walked out of the house, not looking back once anymore.
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