Protecting One Direction

Epilogue - 20 Years Later

Holly was feeling lethargic. Like a dog panting after fetching for a ball or like an unhealthy person that ran a 4km marathon race. She was constantly practicing on her punching bag but was slowly hurting her knuckles until they bled.

However, her mother, Grace wasn't around to aid her injuries. Her mother had a meeting in the city, one that involved Holly at a later time. Holly knew whatever this meeting had installed for her, she had to be ready for it.

Ring. Ring. It was the home phone.

"Hi mum," Holly picked it up.

"Hello dearie, you're not out yet? You're supposed to meet me at the Supreme Building at 3:30pm." Grace's voice remained calm.

It was already 2:34pm and it took Holly 45 minutes to go to the city. This made her sigh, "I'll be out soon, mum. I need to clean up first."

"Have you been boxing? Oh, dearie. You're tiring yourself, stop your training session, okay?" Grace reassured her daughter, and she reluctantly agreed.

"I'll see you later, okay? Goodbye, love you," Holly hung up as soon as her mother did too.

Holly continue to wrap her knuckles with wire gauze and bandages to keep the blood from oozing out.

After that, she grabs a packet of gray like powder substance and begun to stir it with water. Even though the mixture was bland and bitter, it was the last thing Holly resorted to as it gave her a quick boost of energy.

Gulp by gulp, she walked towards her mother's room and noticed piles of CD covers on the floor. Curious, she placed down her mug and gathered the unknown plastic covers.

She remembered how her mother would always say back in her time, their music was the best.

She slotted on of them into Grace's old macbook (which Holly learnt from her mother) and music started playing through the laptop's speakers.

"Are you ready?" Holly got startled by the sudden music but definitely got the hang of the rhythm.

"It's time for me to take it
I'm the boss right now
Not gonna fake it
Not when you go down
'Cause this is my game
And you better come to play

I used to hold my freak back
Now I'm letting go
I make my own choice
Yeah I run this show
So leave the lights on
No, you can't make me behave

So you say I'm complicated
That I must be outta my mind
But you've had me underrated
Rated, rated, rated

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?

It's time to get the chains out
Is your tongue tied up?
'Cause this is my ground
And I'm dangerous
And you can get off
But it's all about me tonight

So you say I'm complicated
That I must be outta my mind
But you've had me underrated
Rated, rated, rated

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?