One Direction Vs. 5SOS

Epilogue

Zayn's P.O.V.

"What happened back their Louis?" I asked Louis for the 3rd time.

He seemed to be on defense mode this whole day. Louis and I were the only ones who weren't that tired after everything that happened today.

We're in the living room in Washington as the boys are getting some sleep upstairs. Louis turned to me with his arms crossed and his face hard.

"You want to know what happened back there Zayn? Huh? Do you really want to know?" He asked.

"Yes Louis. I'm worried about you." I said.

"Part of the reason I got angry is because, they should not start a fight with someone, who just got their heartbroken." He said.

I stared at him confused.

"Emily broke up with me." He said.

My mouth dropped and he smiled, nodding.

"Yeah." He said. "She broke up with me over a phone call."

He laughed.

"3 fucking years and she ended it with 1 fucking phone call." He laughed. "Isn't that funny?"

He placed his hands over his red cheeks as he laughed but, those laughs slowly turned to sobs. He covered his face as he bowed his head, full on sobbing now.

"Louis... I'm so sorry." I said, walking over to him and wrapped my arms around him.

"That's not even the best part Z." He said, his voice raspy. "I was looking at rings Zayn. Engagement rings Zayn. I was looking at them because I thought she was the..."

He couldn't finish his sentence so, I pulled him over to the sofa and just held him tightly as he cried in my arms.

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Harry's P.O.V.

I feel bad. Like I've done something terribly wrong. But why do I feel like this? I should be happy. We saved the U.S.A. Everyone is thanking us and telling us how grateful they are to have us and how happy they are that we exist. So... Why do I feel like I'm the one who should be in handcuffs instead of them?

So, this is why I'm currently sitting in Mr. Wolfsmen office.

"So, what brings you here Harry?" He asked me, politely.

I stared at him for a moment and I kept getting the word 'Bad' from him and I want to know why. I stared into his dark brown eyes.

"What do you plan on doing with them?" I asked him.

He tilted his head, placing his elbows on his desk and clasped his gloved hands together.

"I thought this was clear Harry." He said. "They're going to pay for their crimes."

Bad Bad Bad Bad The male voice said in my head.

"How exactly?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid that's top secret." He said.

Bad Bad Bad Bad The male voice said again.

"Look Harry. America is very thankful that you and your friends helped us but, it's time for you to go home." He said and stood up.

I stood up too and he offered me his hand.

"Maybe we'll meet again in the future. I'm sure you'll be the 1st to know." He said and smiled but, it made me mad.