Accused ~ A Ziam Love Story

Chapter 6

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{Liam's POV}

Without daring to look at any of the boys, particularly Zayn, I walked up the the witness stand. I moved my wrists around freely. I felt good to be out of those cuffs for a change. I had been temporarily released from them, as I was testifying in court. Hopefully I wouldn't have to spend much longer rubbing them from the red makes they made. I have confidence in my lawyer. I know that he knows what he's doing.

I hope he knows what he's doing.

What am I thinking? This is his trained profession. I'll be fine!

It's not really like I have another choice, though.

My only choice is to be fine, to get out of this quietly and peacefully.

Or else...

No. No, no, no. I'll be fine.

Then again Mr. Jonathon was smirking at me, waiting to make his next strike. For my sake, I hope he slips up.

I glanced at the disoriented, disturbed girl at the prosecution table. The poor thing really <was> a mess. I think she genuinely believes that I was the one who... deflowered her. Heaven forbid she's doing this on <purpose,> but god knows what kind of ulterior motive she may have for having me face a jury of my peers...or from the looks of it, enemies. I don't think she's crazy, but I think she's mistaken.

But her mistakes may cost me my freedom.

Maybe cost me my career.

Maybe cost me my friends and family.

Perhaps... even my life.

I gulped and sat back in the hard, wooden chair of the witness stand. Time for all hell to break loose in the form of Edward P. Jonathon, attorney at law.

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{Zayn's POV}

I swear to god if that Mr. Jonathon does anything to Liam...<my> Liam, I will kill that little son of a bitch.

He knows Liam's innocent! What the hell can he possibly gain from getting Liam sent to prison?!

His little psychopath for a client is no better. She above all people knows who raped her, if anyone even raped her at all!

Why is this even happening?! A few days ago, we were just a boyband, selling millions of albums worldwide. Now, our most innocent and harmless member is facing a second degree crime! ~[A/N: In law (at least American), severity of cases goes from most to least severe, i.e. 3rd to 2nd to 1st degree.]~

Who the hell does this girl think she is?! She belongs in a mental asylum! Out of all our members, Liam? <Liam?> She could have at least gone with a <believable> story! There's no way anyone can conceive that bull crap idea!

I just want things to back to the way they were a couple of weeks ago. Normal. I want normal back. I can't have that if I don't have Liam...err if <we> don't have Liam.

Speaking of, the boys have handled this trauma surprisingly well. And I'm kind of mad at them for it. I mean, for god sakes, your best friend could be sentenced to ten years in the big house! HOW ARE YOU NOT SCREAMING?

Save for Niall the crier, everyone's been really calm. I guess it stems from the fact that Modest! Management had hired some pretty decent lawyers. But then again, Jonathon is the best in his profession in the <nation.> In all of Great Britain, he's the best.

But honestly, if he were the best, he'd know that his own client is lying.

Maybe he does. Maybe he himself is lying and is in on some conspiracy plot!

No. People don't hate us that much. I get that some people don't like our music and that's okay. I personally wouldn't listen to our style of music ever. It's too...bubblegum pop. Even so, a ten year penalty to prison seems an awfully long way to go just to ruin a celebrity.

When Liam gets out of this, I'm gonna have a "little chat" with Jonathon and his lying little bitch.

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{Liam's POV}

My palms were sweating as I watched Mr. Jonathon's gaze. Fear grew in my stomach and I could almost hear the loud beating of my heart. I don't know why I was nervous, I shouldn't be. I know I'm innocent. It true! Theres no possible way he can prove otherwise.

The ringing in my ears stopped when he said, "Mr. Payne, when was the last time you got angry? <Really> angry, about to kick over a chair or hit the wall or even lash out at your friends?"

"I-I don't know sir. I'm not really a violent person." I said. I looked at my lawyer who was nodding for me to go on. I glanced at the boys and tried to think of a time.

Harry? Well, he'd gotten me drunk at a Californian night club a few months ago, and I screamed at him after my hangover passed. I guess that doesn't really count. Niall? Well, he's spilled quite a few beers on my carpet, couches, and even bed. That boy needs to learn how to cut down or get a cup holder, even a coster.

"Um, about a week ago, Niall had spilled some beer on my mahogany table and scolded him for it." I suggested.

"No, Mr. Payne. A <real> outburst. Something that involved physical reactions to something that angered you."

Physical? Is he suggesting I had hit my friends? I would never do that! Granted I have whacked Louis on the back o his head once, but I apologized repeatedly and I made him several cups of tea and wrote an official apology letter like my mommy had taught me to when I was younger. I even let him borrow my corvette as reparations. It came back with no tires, though. But I had to live and let learn.

I tried to think. Physical. I glanced over at Zayn. No, I've never laid a hand on Zayn. Never. Yes we've man-hugged, high-fived, fully hugged, and even cuddled on the couch. I had always convinced myself that it was just platonically, though. I mean, I'm not <gay,> and I have nothing wrong with people who are. I just can't really grasp the concept of me with another guy like that. It's kind of complicated with Zayn, however. I can never resist a touch from him. Any chance I get, onstage or off, I always somehow find myself looking for Zayn's presence, his warm embrace, the smell of his aftershave. The smiles we'd exchange, the laughs we'd share... it was all there. Right in Zayn's eyes. Even with his tears blocking the way, those warm, golden-brown eyes are always captivating. They're breath-taking. I can't imagine ever being the cause of their light extinguishing. Even with tears, I'm still glad for those eyes. They give me strength. They give me comfort.

They give me love.

"No sir," I said. "I've never lashed out physically to anyone in my life." I said not letting my gaze with Zayn finish. For the first time since I've been convicted, I saw Zayn smile. It was small and it was quick, but it was genuine. That's all I really needed. And that's all I really need.

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Sorry it was short. I thought if was longer. Well, anyways, one coming up soon. I have midterms darting tuesday so slow update this week. I'm still gonna get back on track and update more often. I promise.

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-Sloany Bologna