In the court of law || h.s.

09

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Morgan Wilson.

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My breath is trembling and my chest racing up and down as I breath heavily and rapidly. I am nervous. More than I have ever been before.

Never have I ever felt just this nervous. Even at exams, job interviews. Never. This is something different, because while it is nervosity, it is also happiness, pride, excitement. This is my dream. I have been dreaming of this ever since I can remember, and today I am here. It is all so surreal.

Actually, facing a jury, facing a judge. Facing a prosecutor. Having someone's faith in my hands. Of course, it is nerve wrecking. It should be. If it weren't, it would mean I didn't care enough.

Being scared means you have something to lose.

My grandmother used to tell me that. She was one of the smartest people I ever knew. I look at my reflection in the mirror as I slightly correct my tie. I am wearing a black pair of tight jeans, a navy turtleneck, a white shirt over it and a black tie, and a dark, navy blue cowboy jacket to top it all. Long sleeves, long neck. As always.

I take a deep breath looking into my own eyes. You've got this. You deserve to be here.

I repeat the words as many times as even possible before getting interrupted by someone opening the door to the lady's room. I breathe in quickly and walk towards the exit door. Once I get to the hallways I try to walk as calm on my black boots as even possible, not making too much sound and therefore not dragging too much attention to myself.

I've never been much of an attention seeker. I've never really been one to ask for help. One to reach out. I mostly just handle things myself as quiet as I can, and I am fine with that. I am. I think I am, at least.

I open the doors to the empty court room and glance down at my clock. 08.38. In a few minutes people will start to collect on the seats, and in about 15 minutes they will bring Harry and Amelia in to sit in each of their sides of the room. Each of their tables.

I can't imagine what they must be feeling right now.

Harry has put all his trust in me, he expects me to carry him through this. I don't know much of Amelia's lawyer, but I feel he is good. I think this might be a hard one. I just have to stay true to the facts and do my best. I can't do anything but.

Before I know it, time has passed, and I take place in my seat in the right side of the room. There is one empty chair beside me, and in the other side of the room another table with two chairs. William Evans, Amelia's Lawyer already sits in one of them.

I look behind be to see the seats slowly filling up. There are only a couple familiar faces among the many: Louis and Niall. I scan through the crowd and in disbelief I discover his face in one if the seats behind in the huge room. He is sitting almost all the way in the back, wearing only black clothes. Probably going very unnoticed by anyone but me. Though very noticed by me. Why is he here? Doesn't he have somewhere to be himself?

Louis smiles at me and I smile back trying to forget Zayn. I didn't even know he was still in town. He got here this weekend, but he doesn't live here... where has he been staying all this time?

I face back forward taking a deep breath folding my hands on the table. I try to stay as calm as I can exhaling deeply going over it all in my head.