Right place right time

Hunt

A/N

Shorter chapter than usual, sorry dahlings.

I'm not sure this worked out the way I would have wanted it, but it'll have to do.

I just went back to school and I've realised how much I dislike people :/

Anyway.... ENJOY!

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Thankyou my BEAUTIFUL LOVELIES and I'll see you soon.

*salutes*

Byeeeeeeee <3

Dan's POV

I sat, chewing my nails, on the edge of my bed. I'd been wondering the streets of London for hours, just calling her name.

It took a lot for Annie and Phil to drag me back to the apartment, telling me it was no use me getting lost too. I'd read and re read Sam'a text dosens of times. I'd been to the street, obviously, an searched madly, knocking on nearby doors.

Obviously no one knew anything, and we ended up being told to fuck off be several tired and annoyed citizens of London.

I'd called the police, obviously, but each time I called they had nothing more to tell me, only that they were 'working on finding her' and to 'try and calm down'.

Obviously this didn't help at all so I just ended up pacing around our apartment, tearing my hair out in worry.

"We'll find her, Dan." Annie whispered, trying to make me feel better.

"It's all my fault!! if I'd remembered those fricken presents, she would be safe!" I screamed, before my throat closed up and I started to cry.

I leant against a wall and fell to the floor. I buried my head in my hands, crying like a little kid who'd lost his mum.

I felt an arm round my shoulder and I felt myself being pulled into a hug. I gave in immediately and buried my head into Phil's chest. "It's alright Dan. It's not your fault. It's never your fault. It's going to be alright." he repeated softly into my ear, rubbing small circles into my back.

I missed Sam so much. I just wanted her to be safe. I also wanted to find the bastard that had taken her and kick his waste of space head in. I wanted to make sure he never laid eyes on my Sam ever again in his hopefully short life.

But most of all, I wanted Sam home.

Sam's POV

"Hello Sammy." Andrew grinned slyly. "Oh no, did little Sammy hurt herself on the trip? shame." he said, sarcastically, motioning to the cut on my head. I brought my hand back up to my head, feeling the warm liquid still there.

"Please, just let me go..." I begged, tears beginning to cascade down my cheeks.

"Nope. No can do, I love you too much to let you go. Now then, up you get, we've got some walking to do, Sammy."

"I... I can't..." I stammered, my head spinning from pain and blood loss.

"Right then. Looks like well have to do this the hard way." He lunged for me and picked me up by my waist, hauling me over his shoulder. I tried to protest but with all the blood rushing to my head I was swimming in and out of consciousness.

He carried me along a back street, littered with bin bags and upturned bins, all generously smothered in graffiti.

"W-where... where are... we?" I said, my voice weak and broken.

"We're nearly home honey." he replied, the anger from before completely gone and in it's place a sickly sweet tone.

"Where's Dan?" I mumbled, my headache messing up my memory and thoughts.

"There is no Dan baby, just me, Carl. I'm here. Don't you go forgetting on me again."

"O-okay..."

What was going on? where was I?

I finally had to give in to the pounding in my head, and felt darkness overcome me.

I woke up in a poorly made bed, under a sheet which had holes in and smelled awful.

I slowly sat up, still aware of the pounding in my head from the van. the cut had been cleaned up but I hadn't taken any painkillers.

I swung my legs over the bed and took in my surroundings. I was in a small room, riddled with damp and cracks, and accented with peeling, faded floral wallpaper.

The carpet was stained and furniture was scarce, the bed and a small wardrobe with a mirror hung on the far wall. The window had those old fashioned lace curtains up and was a single glaze.

The door was ajar and the corridor behind was dark. It smelled musky, the air was thick with dust and a gentle waft of bins played on my nose.

I started to replay the past few hours in my head. Getting carried out of the van, coming here. Did I have a conversation with someone? Was I talking to Dan?

I heard a noise from down the corridor and then it dawned on me- I. Had called the police! Clever old me. I dug my hands into my pockets in search of my phone, no luck.

I started to panic a bit and scrabbled round the floor looking for it. I yanked the pillows of the bed along with the blanket and breathed a sigh of relief.

I wasn't sure what time it was, so I gingerly clicked the top button on my phone, dreadding the 'battery too low for use' signal.

Luckily, I had 32% battery. Wow, that lasted a while...

I checked the time. '08:49'. Great.

I hurriedly checked my texts, seeing so many more from Dan. "shit." I cursed myself, I told him of call him back. I never did.

I heard another noise from the hallway and decided to brave it.

I poked my head round the door and peered round, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

Then I heard it.