Don't Ever Let Go (Chris Martin)

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Chris' POV:

It's 5pm and we're in the middle of planning the tour with the band and our managers/ producers/Parlophone. We were all sat in the lounge, drinking tea and chatting at The Bakery. We've been arranging tour dates for the Ghost Stories for the next few months. Then we'll go back in and work on our next project- A Head Full Of Dreams. Lucy and the kids should be home any minute , the traffic might be heavy because it's rush hour and everything. Luce will probably text me to say when they're home. I glanced at the window and saw that the sky was already pitch black by now.

We'll be changing the clocks (daylight savings) at the end of the month and I couldn't wait to have another hour of daylight and some sunshine. This winter has been long and dreary, constantly raining/ snowing or hailing. I was dragged from my thoughts by Phil's soft voice.

"Basically, this Ghost Stories tour will build up some anticipation for AHFOD but we won't tell the fans/media until we're at least half way through production." He explained and everyone nodded in agreement. This was the plan for the moment- a smaller tour after being away for so long and release a live DVD at the end of tour- but little do the fans know another album will be released hopefully at the end of next year. It'll be nice to see new and old faces at the concerts and I could tell the guys had missed touring and performing- myself included. We were dying to get back out there and do what we love and work so hard for. At that moment, my phone rang and I glanced down- reading the caller ID and seeing it was Lucy.

"I'll be right back guys, just gonna take this" I told them, unable to stop my smile from growing on my face.

"See ya later, lover boy" Guy teased. I shrugged and they all giggled and smiled knowingly as I made my way down the corridor, answering her call.

"Hey Luce, you ok? " I answered, pausing to hear her bubbly voice.

"C-Chris?..." she paused, taking a sharp intake of breathe. "A-are you still at The Bakery?" She asked, her voice wavering slightly and she sounded upset . Shit, something's wrong.

"Yeah, we'll probably be here for a couple more hours... what's wrong love?" I asked her, the feeling the dread building up in the pit of my stomach.

"I-I don't know how... but Carl's found me... he was waiting outside the kids' school just now. He was walking up the pavement towards us so I just grabbed the kids and drove home. I've locked the door and everything but-"

"Wait, what?! How the hell did he find you?! Did he hurt you? Are you ok? What about the kids?" I asked, my heart literally jumping into my throat. I begun to walk back and fourth up and down the corridor, anger bubbling in my veins. How dare he track her down. Has he been stalking us? Does he know where we live? How did he find her? Countless thoughts whirled around my brain at once and I felt sick with worry.

"The kids are fine, they're just scared. I told them who he is and they're sat in the living room watching tv. They know not to answer the phone or open any doors or windows. I've locked them all. I don't know how he found us but Chris, What if he comes to the house? He'll  try to kill me... I'm scared and I don't know what to do..."she whispered the last part for the kids not to hear her, but I could tell by her tone of voice that she's petrified .

I took in a deep breathe, willing myself to calm down. I was making the situation worse by working myself up. I'd go and tell the guys, I need to go and tell them what's happened. Once I get home, we'd phone the police and inform them all the crucial information they need about Carl- that only Lucy can give us. Hopefully, she'll calm down enough by then to give them a statement.

"Hey, Luce it's ok... I know, just hang tight love, I'll be there in about half an hour okay? Just stay with the kids and keep the curtains shut too."