Natalie

Chapter 15

Harry's POV

I had to go on and give myself an impossible and pointless task.

How do I reprove the Earth to be round?

Was it really just a matter of gathering worldly facts and pitching it to those lunatics?

But what could possibly convince them of a spherical Earth in the 21st century when it's pretty much common knowledge. Even the poor and stupid know it.

"Mom can I ask you for a favour?" I said, planting a kiss on her cheek. She sat working at her polished mahogany desk in her sun filled, glass, home office.

"Of course darling. Anything," she replied sweetly, her eyes never leaving the computer screen.

"I want to log into the geographical satellite link. I feel it's the only w-"

"No."

Her eyes broke away from the screen for a split second to smile at me before continuing.

"No?" I asked, confused. She'd never said 'no' to me before, I thought she'd be pleased that I was bringing a demented family to their knees.

"Yes," she grinned into her work.

"So yes?"

"Harry baby, you are not logging into that satellite," she was holding my hand in both of her's, "do you understand me?" She asked over her spectacles.

"Why not?" Pulling my hand out of her's.

She took her glasses off and placed it on the desk. She stood in front me, rubbing my arms.

"There's just some things I can and cannot allow. This is something I cannot."

I laughed in her face, her polite grin falling away.

"You can allow me reading the Twin Tower conspiracy files but not a simple satellite viewing?"

Her hands left my arms, her motherly demeanour a sudden thing of the past. I towered over her but that didn't stop her from showing an air of authority.
It didn't phase me in the least.

"Harold Edward Styles, you are not getting into that satellite. If you ask me one more time I might have to stop this little game with the Creeds. Now once again; do you understood?" Her tone stern, as if talking to an incompetent employee.

"Understood, ma'am," I walked away before she could ask for a kiss.

It looks like I'd have to find another way into that floating piece of metal.

...

"What kind of programming do you think I do, Harry?"

"Computers are computers. And I don't befriend idiots so I trust you'll find a way."

"Of hacking into a government satellite?"

I took another puff of my cigarette and watched the smoke rise into the clean parking lot air.

"That's precisely what I want," I stood with Michael, one of my most unlikely of friends.

Not a penny to his name but had a brain to save the world 3 times over. Only he spent it programming video games. Even though his strong Australian accent made it difficult to understand him sometimes, I liked his sense of humour... and rebelliousness.

"I don't know man," he said, sucking hard on his joint and letting the smoke fall out as he spoke, "that's some seriously difficult stuff."

I allowed one last swig before stomping my cigarette out.