In the court of law || h.s.

07

Morgan Wilson.

...

As Nina cracks the door ajar, I shallow the bad taste on my tongue looking confusedly around my surroundings for an easy way out. A window or a sudden fainting of someone down the hall, so I would have to run there instead and get out of this mess.

I place one foot in front of the other exhaling with a shaking breath slowly tilting my head facing up trying my very best to prepare myself for the situation I'm about to walk in on.

Breathe, Morgan. Breathe.

"Hello, my name is Nina Rash, head of Rash Corporate Law." I hear Nina's voice say firmly and professionally to the clients I still have refused to look at. I know who I am gonna meet.

I look up slowly and face a part of my past I never imagined having to face again. It has been a year; we have put it behind us. I keep telling myself I have, at least.

"I will attending this meeting since Morgan Wilson still is very new, just to observe, if that would be okay with you?" Nina continues.

His face looks the same, that one hair strand falling into its place slightly to the left from the middle of his forehead. The black hair always sitting perfectly on top of his skull, his brown eyes staring intimately into your soul just as he used to have my hypnotized.

My heart beats so loud in my chest making me unsure if it is actually beating so loud, they would be able to hear it across the table. I walk up to the chair on the opposite side of the table the clients sit at, drag it slightly backwards and slide into it, refusing to look up and meeting his eyes.

Next to him sits another male figure. Blue eyes, brown hair. He looks like someone I have met before, just can't put a finger on from where I know him exactly.

Nina clears her throat.

Right.

"Morgan Wilson." I burst insecurely, knowing it is a very wrong way to come off, especially with Nina sitting right beside me.

"Zayn Malik." he answers almost before I finish my last name.

Nina looks back and forth at him and I, probably wondering about our weird exchange of eyes and awkward frowns of brows.

"We go back" he speaks, headed towards Nina. I face the man next to him letting out a small smile, unable to wrap my mind around where I have seen him before. Maybe he just reminds me of someone. Nevertheless...

"Morgan," the black-haired part of my past speaks up. My heart freezes as he brings my name over his lips. It brings up so many memories. Opens doors I long had closed.

"We need your help." he continues. I meet his eyes with my stomach twisting and feeling my lunch turn deep in my body.

"H-how can I help?" I manage to say clearly. Without actually knowing how I just did that.

I can't exactly put a finger on what I am feeling, but I just know I am feeling something. It's like all my emotions are taking turns on eating me up: anger, fear, happiness, doubt, confusion.

I don't understand what he is doing here. I don't know why he came here. Why he came for me. I have no idea.

"Because I am too close to Louis personally, I can't take the case," he speaks pointing to Louis, quickly facing down the table. Inhaling.

Louis? Where have I heard this? Who is it, that he reminds me of?

"Oh, you... no, sorry. You got a job? That's amazing-" I speak way too hesitant. I just know that Nina is doubting my skills right now. The most important part of this job is confidence, and right now I definitely do not come off very all too confident. I hate it.