The Bagman's Direction

Chapter 33

Riding home I felt my wings outstretch and brush against the wind. My arms around his waist was the only reason I wasn't going to start flying.

When we got back to the cabin my wings folded in as the engine died and our feet touched the ground to hold the bike up. I tore off my helmet and he twisted his body to face me for just a second. In that second he smiled and I knew I was sold. For the rest of my life he was going to give me wings and I would be sold.

We hopped off the motorcycle and I hung the helmet off the handlebar again. He took my hand as we wandered through the dark to the front door. Before he could open it, I stopped him and he turned back to see what my issue was.

"My favourite colour is red and I'm always cranky when I wake up. The song that means the most to me is Halo by Beyoncé and you can figure out why. You make my heart skip a beat. I've kissed so many people I've lost count. I've never killed anyone and you know that now. I don't have a big secret, at least I don't think I do. My saddest memory is Sparrow leaving or Daddy dying and my happiest is now laying on the roof of the White House and holding your hand. I prefer inside than outside, bath than a shower. Yes, I have issues with identity... My whole life and everything I knew about myself has been torn away from me twice now, how couldn't I? Yes, I hate myself and yes, I'm capable of hate. Everything makes me cry and I fight for you and my family and One Direction. I fight for Daddy, for the life that you took away from him. Also I'm not sure if I've ever been in love but I'd like to think so..."

I exploded with information, something I had been holding in since he snapped at me the first time he washed me in the bath.

"Harry, I want you to know me. I want you to know the real me not the person you read off a paper" I added.

He paused for a second, pondering on how to reply.

"My full name is Harold Edward Styles. I was born in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire back in England although we moved to the States when I was young. We're both pommies, Doncaster boy" He smiled, "My favourite colour is orange although I do like blue. I haven't killed as many people as you think I have, definitely less than ten and I've only had two or three people who have kissed me in my lifetime. My sister's name is Gemma and I fight for her. I fight for her and my mother and everything I left behind after the stoning at Pride. It changed me and I like to think for the better. I've met so many wonderful people because of what it spurred inside me, I wouldn't have One Direction without it. The man who abandoned me that I loved who everybody is always gossiping about was my lawyer on the case and that's all I'm going to say for now. One day you'll get the whole thing but this is just a taste because I don't want to be the man that killed Daddy anymore to you than you being a document I stole to me"

My wings extended with joy. I was finally getting somewhere with him. I had the key to a rustic, dusty box secured with a multitude or chains that was filled with secrets. It might've just been one key when I needed much more but at least one set of chains had broken, even if I have to claw the rest of them.

Colour and rain.

I nodded and he opened the unlocked door and we strode inside. I felt liberated, I felt cleansed, I felt new.

We made our way to the rumpus room where everybody was still awake and waiting for us. They might've just woken up now that I've thought about it. We were gone for a long time.

The group were all sitting down, huddled around a television screen that was playing old re-runs of Roseanne. They looked dreadful, cuddled together with droopy eyes and cracked lips. They were awake this early for a reason though, they were waiting for something.

There was only a single couch available for us to join in, so Harry threw himself on it and got comfortable and pat his lap to gesture I was welcome. I sat on his legs and curled up on his lap, holding onto his shirt as I rested my head against his chest. I drifted off to sleep quite easily, unable to hold on for whatever they were expecting.

I only got an hour nap before I felt the sun on my face and Harry rub my back as the rest started to screech with delight. My head shot up, my eyes wide open as they looked over the ecstatic group. I glanced over to the television which everybody was drawn to. It was seven AM and there was a News report flashing before my eyes.

We did it. We won.

The news explained how all Kingdom-State Banks in the DC had been blown up as a terrorist act targeted at the President from yours truly, One Direction. Investigators discovered One Direction's tag on one of the back wall's of the White-House and are still trying to figure out how they got in and why they did it. The President fears it could be him next, that One Direction are getting clever and better than they've ever been. They could pull a stunt like they did years ago when they were barely a movement. They went on to say that luckily nobody was injured or killed in these attacks.

I started to laugh in joy with everybody else and I got to my feet. I jumped up and down and yanked Harry up. I took his hands in mine as we laughed and swayed together. He spun me around as if we were dancing and I just felt so at peace.

I stared at the others. I watched Maria and Tara kiss, Fetch and Sarah laugh together, Liam and Niall passionately embrace and clutch onto eachother... I watched Nicholas, still sitting on his chair with heavy tears rolling down his ebony face in happiness with his hand covering his mouth. He had avenged Rose, he felt complete.

We weren't terrorists. These people, my friends, my happy friends weren't terrorists. We were just the embodiment of justice. We may have put a lot of people out of jobs but we had also enlightened them to the facts they had been blind to.

We were One Direction and we would never surrender and what we were feeling now was why.