Back To The Future || 1D ||

What a fucking idea.

The group continued walking, and Anne continued to cling to Bear's arm.

"Where are we going?" The only girl in the group asked, struggling with her short legs to keep up with the three males.

"We need to show Dad the time machine." Freddie replied, glaring at the two clinging lovebirds; what news was this?

Louis made a noise very much like a duck having its neck pulled; he turned slightly towards Freddie to scrutinize him and then exclaimed: "Could you... well, avoid calling me dad?"

Freddie snorted, without objecting, looking back at Anne and Bear: "I don't think Harry is following us, so you can stop being such a girlfriend." Anne nodded and quickly removed the arm that was around Bear's, blushing in a way that was unlike her.

Bear saw Freddie questioningly and started to open his mouth but Louis suddenly stopped, knocking first Bear and then Freddie onto his back.

They had arrived in the expanse of countryside, just outside the city, where years later the Tomlinson house would be built and where now instead there was nothing, or at least, there was something: camouflaged under dry branches, bushes and leaves it was hidden time machine.

Louis rushed to examine the vehicle: he freed it from the camouflage, opened the doors and climbed inside, starting to fiddle with the controls. Then he grabbed the little black book that would have been written by him over time, and leafed through it quickly, then put it in his pocket.

«There is no doubt: plutonium» He murmured; he then turned the key and the car started up, indicating the low fuel level. «We already knew this, genius» Anne couldn't help but comment as usual, with a hint of acidity included free of charge in the package. Louis ignored her.

"We have to get this to my house, and we have to put gas in it. That is, regular gas to keep her walking."

«I don't want to contradict you, Mr. genius Louis, the fifteen-year-old version, but wouldn't it be suspicious to go around with that thing? And, above all, where do we put it?" Anne added to the dose.

«Come up!» Louis ignored her again, starting the car again. Seeing that the three teens didn't move, Louis leaned towards them. «I have a garage just for me where I can hide the car. Now come up.» He blurted out.

The three teens obeyed, even though Anne was less and less convinced that the teenager Louis could help them. I mean, 46-year-old Louis had invented a faulty machine... how would the younger version of him be able to help them? Absurd.

And Bear and Freddie were idiots; she could have stayed with Harry and Zayn who, thugs as they were, would have easily helped her steal some plutonium from some factory, all of them going home within three days. But no. Let's do what Boo and Fred say, of course.

"Who are you the children of?" Louis asked suddenly after driving for a while; he looked at Anne and Bear, especially the girl, frowning grotesquely. "Harry." Anne blurted out, just to get that annoying look off her; she hated being stared at, it was something that sent all the blood to her brain.

Unfortunately though, the two boys didn't seem to agree with her highly sincere response; Freddie sent her a professional serial killer look and Bear pinched her side.

«Harry... Styles?» Louis turned pale afterwards; he tightened his hands on the steering wheel and accelerated a little. Anne snorted. "Exactly. And he is Liam's son. » She cut it short. Anne hated those pleasantries, she hated that situation, and she hated everything that had happened to the three of them in the last twenty-four hours. She hated a lot of things, actually.

"May I ask why..." Louis left the sentence hanging. "Nothing," he then resumed. "Knowing something could change the future." 

"The future has already changed," Anne commented acidly, crossing her arms over her chest. Harry was stuck to her like a mussel now. And even though she didn't understand why Briana was with him, it still had to go as planned.

She didn't remember much about her parents' love affair; she had always considered their talk a real drag, and so whenever they started babbling about how they met and had fallen in love, she yawned and started wandering her thoughts to her own business, pretending to listen to them, nodding occasionally.

She only hoped that the fixation Harry had shown towards her would pass shortly, because otherwise the future would change, and if the future changed then they might never even have been born.

Wow, I made a nerdy argument, congratulations Anne; I spend too much time with that rotter Bear.

"Have you had contact?" Louis asked. "With aliens?" She snickered sarcastically; this time she got three pairs of stares that would have killed her instantly if they could have. Why did no one appreciate her dramatic sarcasm?

Louis clasped his hands on the steering wheel. "That's enough." He shot a glance at Anne from the inside mirror, then stopped the car, pulling up the handbrake. They had stopped in front of a house.

Louis turned to Anne, sitting in the back seats with Bear. "Can anyone know what you have against me? What have I done to you? Why do you address me as if you had a broom perpetually stuck up your ass?"

"That one hurt." Freddie sang, pretending to look at his fingernails; everyone ignored him.Louis sighed. "He's your father, isn't he? Styles has -"

"It's got nothing to do with my father!" interrupted Anne in an octave-high voice; Louis looked at her confused but he couldn't certainly understand: Harry Styles and Louis Tomlison would become best friends, inseparable, with asses perpetually attached to each other.

And he certainly couldn't have known that Anne was like that: all peppy and a little bit sour, especially when things were going wrong. And everything was going wrong.

"I just think you're a jerk," she hissed through her teeth; Bear grabbed her arm, admonishing her to stop, but she certainly didn't give up. 

"I think your future you is too. Building a time machine could only harm someone's health. And guess whose health it had to harm? To mine truly. I'm fucking sick of it."

Freddie, tired of seeing his friend and his father arguing, huffed and turned to the back seats; "Anne..." "Anne my ass, Freddie." She opened the car door wide.

"It's your fault this thing took off. I would never have gotten into it if I had only known it worked. What a fucking idea." She flicked her tongue across her palate. "I will never believe you again Freddie Reign Tomlison."

And with that said, she got out of the car in large strides, pawing along the prairie, heading for an unspecified spot. It didn't matter where, she just wanted to get away from that car now.

Bear sighed, ran a hand through his hair as an automatic gesture, mussing it then. "Sorry Louis-she's had a rough day."

Louis, still with furrowed eyebrows, nodded. Then he opened the door wide and faced  the cottage in the middle of that prairie.

"Come on, I'll show you home and then we'll hide this car."