Walking In the Wind // 1D AU ✓

Epilogue: Part 3

~Walking in the wind~

FLASHBACK TO SEPTEMBER 20TH

Harry is sitting in a chair designed to make someone's back hurt. It's not ergonomic, that's for sure. He's in Louis' hospital room, bouncing his leg up and down and wishing that he would wake up. Wake up so that he wouldn't be alone here. Everyone was still in town, of course, still staying at Simon's until their friend was out of the danger zone and they were sure that he wouldn't die. Eleanor was taking care of the baby while figuring out business details with Gemma over what to do with the crime aspect of Nicholas' life, as that was now ineffective.

Liam walks in with a smile on his face, trying to be upbeat for Harry. "I brought you hot chocolate. Whipped cream and sprinkles." In his own hand he held his snickerdoodle latte, and there were no other members of One Direction with him.

"Thanks, Li," Harry mumbles, taking it and letting it scald his tongue. He wants to feel the pain, wants to take Louis' pain away from him so that he'll be okay. For now, this will have to be enough.

Liam takes the seat on the opposite side of the room. That is Lottie's designated chair, but she has been forced to go home and get some rest since she had been there with him most of the time like Harry had too. "The money just got added to our bank accounts. There's emails from our accountants too on instructions, etcetera."

He grabs his phone off of the bedside table and opens the banking app. Harry gasps as he sees the three million dollars in his checking account. Just like Simon promised. "I don't understand. There's no way that what we stole adds up to three million on its own, much less that for everyone. We stole watches and credit cards for god's sake, Liam."

Liam shrugs, not wanting to dive into it. He did the job and now he was rich - that was all that he needed to know. But Harry's brain wasn't going to rest until he had answers, so he dials up Gemma.

"Harry! Is Louis alright?"

"He's fine, Gem. Still out. But I know that you know why we have three million dollars."

Instead of closing down, Gemma laughs. "Simon didn't tell you guys the rest of the plan?"

"What do you mean the rest of the plan?" He stands and begins pacing the top of the room to the door. "He asked us to rob the wedding, and we did."

"That was the smallest part of the plan, Harry."

FLASHBACK TO AUGUST 19TH

Gemma had just returned from her weekend at Simon's house, where she spent the weekend consoling her brother and prepping the other sides team for the job. She had needed to catch up on work when she arrived back, and has just spent the entire night working.

There was no way to know what time it was, but she knew that it was an hour in which Nicholas wasn't going to look at what she handed him. Just sign it as he always did, and then even then she'd get three million dollars too. Simon had let her look over the math, and look at some legal documents and requirements, and she had given her unprofessional opinion that all of this was going to work.