Accused serial killer Harry styles, gets sent to prison for life. A Stanford student, Althea is an assigned lawyer for Harry's case . Will it workout between them or go terribly wrong..
Enemies to lovers
Stunned is what I am. My law professor signed me up with one of the most famous cases in the UK. He believes I have a lot of potential but what does he think this is , Legally Blonde? All I have to say about Harry Styles is that he's mentally ill and I don't want anything to do with this junkie.
"It can't be that bad Thea!" my roommate, Naya, shouts across our apartment from our tiny kitchen.
I huff in disbelief. Naya and I have been close friends ever since middle school. She was the type of girl that all the popular boys wanted. Red hair, blue eyes, slim, freckles and pouty lips. Naya found me sitting alone in the cafeteria in 8th grade. She sat down with me, we talked the whole time. It felt like I've known her for ages. Ever since then we've been a ride or die duo.
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"Naya! He's been in jail for three years now, It would be hard to re open his case again."
She scurries over to the living room and sits on the couch with me. She smiles brightly and taps my thigh.
"He's hot though." Of course that's what she thinks about in times like these.
I smack my face against the palm of my hand. She may not be wrong, he is one fine man. Long curly brown hair, dreamy green eyes, tall muscular figure covered in tattoos. . No, I can't say that. He's a bad person, he killed multiple individuals. I can't agree with Naya.
I will make this project as short as possible. I only have to write a few letters. Then hope he wants to work with me, get him out of jail , pretend this never happened and just like that he will be out of my life.
"No he's not hot." I speak up.
She sighs and leaves the living room to continue the unfinished dishes. I do the same and head to my room and sit at the large wooden desk. I start scribbling down a rough draft of my letter in a plain spiral school notebook.
A few minutes later my rough draft and my proper letter were made. It felt good to actually write something on paper and not on email for a change. I fold the paper in a pamphlet way. I carefully slide it in the little white envelope, liking the flap to seal it shut. I walk over my wardrobe and grab some wax melt my mom gave me before heading off to college.
She was always more for letters than texts, which is what I love about her. My mom, Colette, is more vintage even though she's just in her early 40s. The technology we have today never sparked her. She just loves to do things the way my grandma used to.
I place the wax in a bowl and set it in the microwave for a little bit. The bowl rotates for a few seconds until the timer indicates that the time is up. I press the small button to let open the microwave. I take the small bowl of wax and walk back to my room attempting to not burn myself . I worked fast spilling the blob on the envelope and pressing the stamp on the red liquid. I hold it there for a few seconds and carefully pull away the stamp.
I grabbed the pen once again and wrote on the backside of the envelope.
Ms. Althea Vela, San Francisco, California USA
Mr. Harry Styles, London, Manchester UK
*********
Harry pov
present day
I look down to my plate of mush, what even is this? Potatoes? beans? Is that horse meat? But the people seem to enjoy it as they engulf it down their throats. One of them being Niall
"Bloody hell Niall, could you eat any faster" Zayn mumbles across the table.
Niall just looks up to Zayn with determination in his eyes and does, in fact start eating faster.
"Do you even know what your eating?" I bud in
"No, tastes like Nando's though" He barely speaks out with the amount of food in his mouth. He then gives all a visual of his food and sticks his tongue out. Zayn slaps the back of Niall's head and the food launches onto my plate . I'm sat with my jaw dropped and my eyebrows furrowed with disgust as I stare down at the pre chewed food.
"You're ma baby bird Styles!" Niall chanted beside me as he shook my shoulders.
" Fuck off, I wasn't going to eat anyways.." Niall suddenly grabs my plate at my words and shoves it down his mouth.
"Oh yeah Styles, Niall told me about the new lawyer, Althea was it?" Zayn mentioned slouched in front of me as his head was propped up against his hand.
"Yeah man but she's not even a real lawyer yet, she said she's still at school. How the fuck is that gunna work." I muttered
"Don't fire this one, actually give her an hour at least before you do so."
I rolled my eyes with a slight chuckle, I know he's right but I have no patience with people who think they have my case all figured out but oblivious about the truth.
"I'll try my best. I'm tired of always switching."
"This time you should actually tell the truth, it was never a good idea to lie to all your last lawyers" Zayn tells me.
I just nod in agreement. Zayn and Niall are the only ones who know the real truth about my past. It's not all what people see in court or on paper. Half of it are rumors that broadcasters or social media has brought up and I told everyone that they were true.
"I don't feel so good," Niall groans. He clutches his stomach to show us his pain.
"For fuck sake Niall! Quit complainin'" I wined.
" Imma go to the bathroom you guys run along and hand the letter to officer baldy" Niall runs off into the long corridor towards the bathroom.
Zayn and I spot the old man sitting at a table looking over us with a stink eye over hearing our conversation. I slap the envelope on the desk.
"If you wouldn't mind could you give the letter to the post, it's urgent."
"Pretty please!" Zayn adds to my request and he batts his eyes towards the officer.
Baldy grunts as he gets up. He slowly starts to waddle to his office. Zayn and I follow him. As he pends down to put the letter in his drawer I tap his ass very harshly. We start running away and i make a fast comment
