Rebels || h.s.

5

-Harry-

••• 5:00 p.m.: Emergency Leader Meeting at Government Compound•••

"What the hell are we suppose to do now!"

"This is so stupid."

"How did you receive the threat?"

"Obviously this is just a meaningless threat."

"Shut up Zayn!"

"Sir what's our plan?"

Through the over lapping chatter laced with chaos, I have managed to say nothing, still too shocked to talk. After Zayn and I registered the full meaning of the message, we booked it to headquarters. We were now in a very high tech room like that one movie, The Avengers, ballonish, flying whatever had. It was like one of those scenes from the movies where everything around you feels like meaningless nothingness is engulfing your surroundings, but your worst fear of all was feeling exactly that. It sounds more dramatic than it really was. Truthfully, when you take away the panic, all the leaders got a message over their walkie-talkies and came back to headquarters for an important meeting. This picture had nothing wrong with it, everything was in place. From a citizen's point of view, it seemed and felt like a normal day. But from my point of view, everything was pretty fucked up.

"Will everyone shut the hell up!"

"You shut the hell up Zayn!" said a woman in her mid-forties that normally I wouldn't give a second look, but I did have to enjoy the fact I'm not the only one that thinks Zayn is utterly anoying.

"Everyone, attention please!" Oh, so now he makes an apperance. It's not like complete pandemonium just occured.

"Sir what is going to happen, what does this mean for us?" An immense amount of useless chit chat followed this remark.

"It means we got a letter with an implied threatening tone, nothing to worry about." Zayn sarcastically stated in all the commotion.

"Shut up Zayn!" Ha idiot!

"Shhhhhh... Calm yourselves please! Yes, we did receive a telegram from the enemy that was not hidden in any known code." Who the hell uses telegrams anymore? "It was in plain English, but we do not think it was meant to be a threat. On the other hand, we are unsure if it is true. It simply notified us they, the enemy, would greatly appreciate discussing the certain bylaws describing our unfortunate circumstances." Wow, fancy words! Never knew my loving, caring Pa every had that large of a vocabulary. "Therefore we have much to discuss. Someone please go fetch the documents that have anything to do with this war!"

"Will- I mean you, go!" David points to a random intern.

"And Harry, go with him."

•••

I barely get a look at the intern before he starts a full on sprint towards the Documents Room. What a loser. He's even older than me, what the hell!

"I'll, you know, catch up later." I yell at the fading figure, lifting my hand in his direction. I swear I've seen him before. He sort of reminds me of someone.

The floors are black marble that echoes with every step. There's a slight uncertain feeling that shivers down my spine, but is quickly dismissed as I hear many books crash onto the ground. I groan aloud. Idiot intern.

I hurry down the empty halls. I hate headquarters. Everywhere I look screams money. It is completely sickening. Headquarters almost exactly replicates the White House, although it is black. What genius came up with that? Everything is in order. Nothing is on the floor or on the wall. This place is spotlessly clean. All the doors are closed, as if there was something to hide. There is always something to hide, but people are either too damn clueless or too damn scared to figure anything out. This is how wars start in the first place. God, everyone's an idiot especially this bloody idiot intern. The doors are solid black steel and highly sound proof. Most of the hundreds of rooms are empty and useless. They seriously don't serve any purpose. Of course there is solid gold, engraved plates each door adores that states their intended purposes, but those rooms are nothing but money wasters. This building is nothing but a money waster.

As I reach the Documents Room I can't help but cuss under my breath. "Bloody hell, what happened in here!" I find the brilliant intern under a vast amount books and a large cherry wood bookcase. How could someone even do that? I swear all the bookcases were bolted to the ground.

"Ummmm... yeah, ah sorry?" The intern stuters.

God, this guy's really pissing me off.

After a long silence, he blurts out "I found them." Still avoiding my stare, the intern, more quietly, states "It was on the very... uhhh, top."

"Ahh... Because I care." I retort bluntly.

"Well you sort of asked." the intern replies at a barely audible whisper.

God, he's really pissing me off.

"Get it cleaned up." I order and start headding out the door.

"Wait! Aren't you gonning to-"

"No. I'm leaving before you do something else stupid and I get blamed for it." I start lesuriely walking back to the meeting until I start to hear footsteps other than mine echoing in through the halls.

"Harry wait! Please, I can't get in trouble. I need this internship. I'll clean it up, just please, don't go back there and tell your dad." he pleads.

Why would I ever tell my dad? This guy is not only an idiot, but clueless as well! Unbelievable!

"Fine if I get something out of it." I might as well use his idiocy to my advantage.

"What do you want, anything? I'll do anything." What do I want?

"I'll think about it." I start, again, back to the meeting, but really who's going to miss me anyways.

"Hold up!" The intern starts back to the Documents Room. When he comes out he's waving a red folder out in front of him. Now that I realize, the folder matches his hair color exactly"I got the war documents. I'll be back soon, after uhhh... well you know." He lingers around a bit after giving me the folder. I, on the other hand, get back on my way.

After I'm about half way down the curent hall I'm in, I remember how the intern reminds me of. Steve!

But Steve is old. Why would he be here? I begin to retrace my steps to the intern in the Documents Room.

"Hey, I uhhh..."

"What? Harry, why aren't you in the meeting?" The intern looks up in a surprised manner and slowly stands up and walks behind the closest unoccupied office door as if to hide something.

"Oh, I was just- Hey! What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, what were you wondering about?" he cautiously states.

"Oh, yeah so I was thinking-" I was cut off by what sounded as something dropping. "What... what was that?"

"Nothing. You were thinking..." The intern starts to wave is hands in front of him, trying to get me back on track.

"Why do you need this job so badly?" I blurt out.

"Oh, hahaha. See, I kind of live in the poorer part of the Government territories, so I kind of need money. You know to support-" Again I hear a noise from the closet as if another bucket droped, but this time followed by an inocent 'opps!'. "Support my... my family members, well member."

"What was that? And what do you mean family member? You only have one family member? You know, you need two to actually make someone."

"No. I meant alive." He adds in an agitated manner.

"Oh, I'm-"

"Ed, hun, will you let me out? I can't see anything in here!" The older woman's voice rings out.

"Wait Ed? As in Ed Sheeran?" Ed uncovers the door to let who ever was inside out.

I soon see the familiar blond bob that adores the womans's face.

"Ah! Harry, have you met this darling boy, Ed?" Liv states passing some wood glue and some screws, I'm assuming, is for the book case to Ed.

{a.n.}

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Bella