In the court of law || h.s.

06

Louis Tomlinson.

...

I dial in the number on my phone with trembling hands. I know it is the best decision and I know that I am doing this for one person and one person only. I'm not doing it for myself. I'm not doing it for him. I am doing this for Harry.

Harry needs a good lawyer and even though that might mean I have to dig up old parts of my history I am not ready to face, then yes, that is what I'll do.

I press the green circle in the bottom of my screen feeling my intestines swirling in my stomach. I might just puke, it has been so long. I don't even know if he remembers me.

I put the phone to my ear exhaling deeply, then inhaling just as deep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

He is probably not gonna answer anyways. The google page I got to told me that he is one of the best, graduated second in his class. I just hope he put all of this behind us, so we can move on and so he can help me out. Help Harry out.

"Antony Legal Law, you're speaking with Zayn Malik" a voice suddenly speaks very loud and clear. Confident.

I almost freeze right there and then. I haven't heard his voice in so long, and now here I am, practically begging for his help.

"Anyone there?" the voice speaks after a little while. I haven't even noticed how time passed.

I clear my throat, getting ready to speak up. I take a deep breath.

"Zayn?" I pause for a second, the end of the line is quiet. I wonder if he recognized my voice and is currently debating whether or not to hang up on me right in this second. After all I was a jerk, back then. "It's Louis"

There is completely quiet for a second, both of us probably wondering what the next move is.

"I'm sorry I have to contact you, but I think I need some help... or, my friend needs some help, actually" I quietly say. All of a sudden feeling very unworthy standing on the wooden floors of my shitty apartment.

...

I bounce my leg sipping my coffee. The café is small but comfy. Quite a lot of guests actually, and the music not too loud. The coffee is good, but my stress levels are rising as I await the door to pop open and Zayn to walk in. We agreed to meet up here at noon, and it's only 11.43, so I forgive him for not being here yet. I just wanted to be here early so I wouldn't be the one keeping us up. You know what they say about lawyers, they are always on time.

I pick up my phone from my pocket hoping for a text from Niall with an update on Harry. I haven't seen him since they picked him up yesterday morning and haven't heard from Niall other than updating him on meeting up with Zayn today. Niall would go to visit him this morning, but I haven't heard anything yet.

I open the message and type.

L: Meeting with Zayn now. I'll keep you updated.

I send the message in a heartbeat to see Niall already typing. He must be just as close up with his phone these times, to make sure not to miss a thing.

N: Luck.

I don't get a chance to respond before the door of the small café opens up and Zayn walks in. My heart rate rises as I push the chair backwards to get on my feet to greet him.

I hesitate but burst out a small "hi" with suddenly all the guilt invading my stomach and I just want to run in the complete other direction before he opens his mouth and I have to make conversation with him.