Prisoner h.s

chapter fifteen- Run

Althea's pov

I walk out of the building with Naya by my side.

I can't believe Harry Styles kissed me. He really did kiss me.  

I can see Naya staring at me, I think she's on to me. "So, what happened in there? You seem awfully happy," The smirk plastered on her face says it all.

"Um, nothing much. He opened up about his whole story and it made me cry a lot but in the end I think we're really going to win."

" Really? That's great... but I think there's another reason for why your so happy but we'll go with that for now."  She playfully punches my shoulder.

We continue to walk on the side of the road, when I bump into someone.

I look up to see Officer Payne. He was eating a chocolate donut and holding up a hot coffee.

"Sorry about that," I excuse myself.

"No worries darlin'. You both have a great evening."

We continue walking towards our apartment, leaving him and his donut alone. 

Naya and I then arrive at Louis apartment, well ours. He greeted us with a glass of red wine for both of us. I take it in my hands and take a small sip.

"You seem happy today Althea," Louis remarks.

Do I look that happy. Damn, what does this man do to me?

"Yeah," I rub the back of my neck anxiously "Styles case is really going well I really think we can win." Basically repeating the words I said earlier to Naya. She looks at me smirking knowing somethings up

and I hate it.

"That's great Althea! I'm glad, you seem to really get the hang of things now huh?" He says more as a statement than a question making my ego boost a little.

"I guess, it's still a lot of work. So much papers  and homework. I feel like I'm in high school all over again." He chuckles at my remark and refills his glass on wine.

"It does feel  like that doesn't it?" He takes his glass up to his lips taking a sip as I mimic him,

"So you guys enjoying the apartment, I can always change things around or-"

I cut him off before he can continue. "Stop Louis, it's perfect. We're very happy here."

Naya leaves the room going into her own, leaving us privacy so we can finally talk business. "So, Harry asked me a question today," I continue after he signals me to carry on, "He was wondering if his friends, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik can be witnesses during the jury. He said that they've been seen everything that has happened to him." 

He just nods at my statement and places his glass down genially on the bar counter. "Yes of course, the more information the better. I would recommend a private session with them before just to get a grasp of things, ya know?"

"I know, I know. Oh here I have the tape recorder from today. You're going to want to listen to it, a lot of information on there." I reach down to the bottom of my large purse, I don't even know half of the things in here they just end up there somehow.

I manage to grasp the recorder and click play,

The tape finally finishes and Louis looks up from his hands and stares at me as if he just found about the birds and bees.

"Woah,, I was not expecting, that." He placed his hand on the back of his neck scratching it as if he had twenty Miskito bikes.

"I know, I was shocked too. I really don't think he was lying his, eyes said it all. You can tell by the resistance of tears and the defeat in them. I truly feel bad for him, Louis he was only 19." I state with passion. I cannot imagine what that must've left like, just listening to him talk about it shattered my heart.