Lost Dad: Dan Smith

Forty Five: Human

IVE LATELY BEEN OBSESSED WITH BISHOP BRIGGS PLEASE HELP ME.

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Dutch POV: (Quite a bit of strong language, sorry)

I'm going to fucking get Dan. He stole my toy. I don't think he uses her how I did, but he fucking stole her from me. It would be a bold move to steal Laura back, and would probably be very stupid. Dan would know exactly who did it and call the cops on me immediately. A loud knocking on the door makes me jump

"Dutch! Open the fuck up!" A voice yells. Who could it be? "It's Paul."

I crack the door open and undo the chain. "How've you been?" I ask, patting him on the back.

"Pretty good." He replies, letting himself into my house. Rude.

"What brings you here?" I ask, hoping he has something good in store for me.

"Information." Paul replies shadily. "Ashley is in a hospital in Atlanta." 

"She was found?" I ask, happy that she's back. 

"Yeah." Paul nods. "She was sold a fuckload of times and all locked up." 

"I called it!" I say. I never had, but Paul is a gullible minion that will believe the sun is a fucking teddy bear if I tell him.

"You did!" Paul agrees. "Whats the deal with that kid?" He asks. 

"Right," I start. "After some stalking of her Daddy's twitter, I found out she's only staying with him temporarily, so we'll have to act fast to get both of them."

"Alright!" Paul says. "You're the boss. What's the plan?" 

"I saw the pair running around on Whitecross Place." I explain. "Near a little shitty record store. They've also been spotted at a cafe around that same shop by some fans. I presume they live around there or are there often." 

"Okay, does that mean we linger around there?" He asks.

"I'm not done, but yes." I say. "If you spot those bitches, you will make them feel uncomfortable without interfering. Smoke a cigarette or something right in their face. Maybe take a picture of them, but don't go up to them. Tell me their location immediately." I explain.

"Good plan. What will you do, just out of curiosity?" He asks.

"My plan?" I ask, happy he had asked."I printed out some fake documents explaining how I'm technically that little bitch's guardian." I explain. "It says things like how I was left in her care a lot in the nights leading up to the kidnapping of her mum." My plan is fool-proof.

"The man's in one of the biggest bands in the UK. I bet he can afford a damn-good lawyer who will know it's phony before he even picks it up." Paul replies.

"You...you know Dan's in a band?" I ask. I had never told him. 

"Yeah! They're great! I love their song 'Fake It' a lot!" Paul smiles. "You also mentioned fans."

"Are you fucking with me?" I ask. He wasn't supposed to know...

"I'm sorry... I'm not." Paul replies.

"Whatever." I sigh. "It doesn't matter." I say. "I guess that's back to the drawing board for me." I say.

"You'll come up with something, I know it! You're brilliant!" Paul remarks.

"Awww! Thanks! Now get the fuck out of my house!" I say in a cutesy voice, opening the door for him.

"Nice seeing you, too." Paul replies sarcastically.