In the court of law || h.s.

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Louis Tomlinson.

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"I can't believe that just happened..."

I remain quiet. It's not that I didn't hear his words, it's just that I don't have the energy to, or any idea of what to respond, really. Because no, I can't believe that just happened either.

Niall and I walk down the street. I haven't said a word since court. It was a lot.

Seeing Harry was hard. Hearing the case was hard. Seeing Amelia. Realizing the reality of this case...

One of them killed their child, and a lot of evidence points toward Harry. But he would never do that, would he?

"Louis?"

"Huh?" I snap out of my zone shaking my head, looking at Niall as we walk.

"Are you okay man?"

"Fine."

"You don't seem fine, do ya?"

"Dunno."

No Niall, I'm not fine. Definitely not fine.

"Anything I can do?"

I don't say anything but glance down on my feet as I walk the sidewalk in the spring breeze.

"Harry looked-" Niall continues. I quickly look up at him making him cut himself off.

"I know." I speak quietly. I don't wanna think about it, or at least I don't want to admit that I am thinking about it...

It is everything in my mind and has been for the last two hours since I first got a glimpse of him as the policeman escorted him to his seat on the front row in front of the judge.

He looked broken, unrecognizable. He looked incredibly misunderstood, like nobody had been listening to him for decades. My heart shattered by the first sight, and hearing his words made me tear up. I tried my best to keep calm and act tough, mostly because no one knows how I am feeling about Harry, and because everyone probably would wonder why I am such a crybaby, if I actually cried in court.

"He looked broken" I finish Niall's sentence.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks facing me. I keep looking down.

"It was, uh-" I take a deep breath.

Niall looks down and our tempo speeds up a bit. None of us really find the talking situations that much fun, so I guess we both just want to get home.

"I haven't seen him in a while, you know" I stutter.

He doesn't say anything more. Hopefully he just accepted the fact that I don't want to talk about it, or at least pretend so.

I do want to talk about it. I want to shout in from the rooftops, want to bult it all over the world, but I could never do that. Nobody would understand, and I would probably just do more damage than I would do good.

This whole situation sucks. I want to stop time. I can't be here. Not right now.

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Morgan Wilson.

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I walk down the street looking at my phone, typing in a message.

M: I might be in a little late today, things dragged out at work. I am sorry. Deeply.