Four in the afternoon

Title: Four in the afternoon

Genre: Angst/drama

Rating: not sure yet. No swearing but mild violence and intimidation.

Warnings: Violence/kidnapping/Angst/Hints of slash

Summary: Dougie has been kidnapped in front of his bandmates eyes. Now his bandmates have to bring 2 million dollars to the kidnappers, as soon as possible, because the longer it takes, the worse it gets for Dougie.

Characters: Dougie/Tom/Danny/Harry

Pov: Dougie/Danny

Disclaimer: I don't own Mcfly but if I did I would be the happiest girl in the world =D

Chapter 1

Four In the Afternoon

Dannys POV

It was around four in the afternoon, when me and the lads were seated on the two sofas in Toms house. Toms house was the biggest of all our houses and therefore was it the house we went to the most if were to hang out with each other, which we did almost daily now that we had a few weeks off as a holiday. Tom tried to force us now and then to write songs and stuff for the band, but we mostly just had fun and enjoyed our few weeks with doing nothing. Sometimes our manager Fletch would come over as well, or some of our other friends, but mostly it was just us four, best friends for life.

We were watching some random movie, and chatting casually, when the bell rang. Tom stood up reluctantly, and went to open the door, while me, Harry and Dougie stayed on the sofas. I didnt like the movie, so I stood up as well and followed Tom to the front door, where he stood in front of two men, dressed in black, wearing sunglasses. They looked very much like FBI agents or spies. It send chills down my spine and I stayed back a little.

'Can I help you?' Tom asked politely, but I could hear from the tone of his voice that he found it a bit creepy as well.

'Yes, you can. May we come in?' The man on the right asked. He had black hair and a little moustache. Tom hesitated a second, but the man stepped inside with a 'Thank you' before he had even gotten the chance to answer. The other man, who had light brown curly hair, a bit like mine but lighter hair, followed the other and closed the door. They didn't take their sunglasses off.

'What can I help you with?' Tom asked again, a little annoyed that these two strangers just stepped inside his house without his permission.

'Excuse me.' The blackhaired man said and he rudely pushed his way past Tom and me and stepped into the living room, where Dougie and Harry were still seated on the sofas.

'Excuse me! Who the hell do you think you are?' Tom snapped, running after him. 'This is my house, and I would like to know who the hell you are and what you want!'

The man didn't reply, but stopped in front of the sofa where Dougie and Harry sat, curiously eyeing the two strange men.

'Tom, what's going on?' Harry asked, getting on his feet, but the curly-haired man pushed him back roughly. Dougie's and my eyes went wide, while both Harry and Tom were hissing with anger.

'Get the fuck out of my house!' Tom commanded and Harry tried to stand up again, only to be shoved back again. The black-haired man looked at all of us briefly, then turned to Dougie.

'You are Dougie.' He stated. Dougie looked at him nervously.

'That's right,' he said, crawling a bit closed to Harry. The man grinned evilish, and grabbed Dougie by his collar, pulling him on his feet. Dougie yelped, startled by his actions and tried to get out of his hold.

'What the fuck, dude?' Harry roared. 'Let him go!' I yelled, for the first time speaking up.

'Danny,' The curlyhaired man stated the obvious. In mere seconds he pulled a pistol out of his pocket and pointed it to me. I gasped, as well did Tom when he noticed, and I backed away with my hands in the air.

'Don't shoot him!' Tom screamed out in panic and ran over to me. I looked over to Dougie when I heard him whimper. The black-haired guy had a similar pistol and he held it close to Dougies head.

'Jezus Christ, what the hell do you want?' Harry cried out in shock.

'Dougie's coming with us.' The guy holding Dougie said in a low voice. 'You are going to get two million dollars and bring it to us in two weeks, if you dont...' He pushed the gun harder to Dougies head. Dougie closed his eyes in fear, his breathing going rapid.

'Two... million? How are we supposed to get that in two weeks?' Tom said in complete panic. The curly guy shrugged.

'You boys are famous. You will figure out a way. But remember this! No police and no-one can know about this! If you tell anybody what's going on, young little Dougie here is going to pay the price for it.' Dougie whimpered again.

'Let him go, please. We will give you two million dollars, if you just let him go.' Tom pleaded, with tears sparkling in his eyes.

'Please.' Dougie now begged, not fighting against the arms of the bigger man anymore. 'Please let me go.' Tears sprung in my eyes as well now. What the hell was going on? The man put a big hand over Dougie's mouth and pushed him forward, towards the front door. All of us followed immediately.

'Don't do this!' I screamed. 'Don't! Let him go, we'll do anything you want!'

'We want you to fetch two million dollars.' The curly-haired snapped.

'Where are we supposed to get this from?' Harry yelled out desperately. 'We don't just have that much money!'

'Thats your problem then! Figure it out!' He told us. 'We'll send you e-mails or phonecalls to give you instructions. Instruction nr 1: No police! Got it?'

The three of us nodded quickly. The man pulled Dougie along with him again, out of the door, but Dougie started to struggle again, in utter fear.

'Stay back!' The curly guy commanded us, when we tried to follow them outside. With the pistol still pointed at me, the three of us obeyed, but Dougie continued to struggle, even when we was pushed against the side of a black van, and his hands were tied up with bandanas. They tied a blindfold over his eyes and then pushed him in the back of the van. All of us could only watch, still under the threat of a gun pointed at us, but I felt so bad. I just watched one of my best friends get kidnapped and I couldn't do a thing to help him. I noticed Tom next to me was trembling, he was actually shaking so bad it actually frightened me a bit.

'We'll be in touch.' The black-haired guy said, then the both of them got in the van and drove off.

When the van was out of sight Tom collapsed breaking down in hysterical sobs, his shaking knees giving in. We pulled him inside, Harry closed the door, while I tried to calm Tom down from having a panic attack.

'It's okay Tom, we are going to get him back.'

'What the hell just happened Danny?' Tom cried out, 'Oh my god, Dougie... He... We have to help him!' I pulled him in a tight embrace, feeling a few tears roll down my cheeks as well now. I rubbed circles over Tom's back, trying to get him to calm down, and succeeding slightly. Harry was walking in circles with his hands in his hair. When he came to a halt, he kneeled down next to us.

'What do we do now?' He asked.

'We can't call the police.' I said firmly.

'How are we supposed to get two million that fast?' Tom asked, his tears lessening, but his breathing still very rapid.

'Maybe we can call Fletch, and tell him what's going on.' Harry suggested. I hesitated.

'They said they didn't want anyone to know.' I said. Harry nodded.

'I know. But I can't think of another way of getting two million dollars in mere two weeks! And Fletch is to be trusted.' He said.

'I don't know, Harry.' Tom said. 'I don't think we should mess with these guys.'

Harry sighed frustrated.

'God this is so messed up. What the fuck!' He stood up again and had his hands in his hair again. This was going wrong, we were all too shaken up to make decisions.

'Can't we just tell him over the phone that we have a great plan for something to do with the band but we need some money.' I suggested. Harry snorted.

'Like he will fall for that.'

'What?' I asked irritated.

'Two MILLION? For a plan that has something to do with the band. God Danny that is never going to work. Fletch will only cooperate if we tell him the truth.'

'But we can't tell him the truth!' I snapped.

'Guys!' Tom intervened. 'Just snapping at eachother isn't going to help.'

I sighed and calmed myself down, Harry seemed to do the same, as he was biting his lip.

'I think Fletch is the only option to get that much money in only two weeks. We just have to think of an excuse.' Tom said, and me and Harry both agreed to that.