Will you Stay?

Chapter 72

//Anna's Pov\\

I sat in a cold metal chair, resting my arms on a cold metal table, my feet planted on the cold concrete beneath me, sitting in a cold Gray room. Cold.

I shiver once more, Niall's arms around me helping at a slightest. He rubbed my arms and kissed my left shoulder, shivering himself. I look around the room, each wall was plain and boring accept for the one we were facing; it had this big matt-black window that covered a majority of the wall.

I shake as I watch the wall knowing someone was watching me. I turn to Niall watching him as he pecked kisses on my clothed shoulder.

"Niall" I whisper. He looks up as me with his bold eyes that the red has vanished from. "Yes baby" he muttered into my shoulder.

"I'm scared" I whisper " I don't know what happening and I'm scared"

Niall raised his head and kiss my temple holding me closer "don't feel scared okay? Nothing is wrong. Matt is probably having a fit because he got his arse kicked"

I took a deep breath and nodded " but they came to arrest you, you did nothing but defend me. What if they take you away from me. I didn't have you for three weeks and I was a pure wreck, what if they take you away for longer" I babble.

" baby your talking like it's going to happen. Everything is fine" he tells me.

I nod quickly turning back to the sound of the door open. A tall middle aged man in a spiffy grey suit walked in. His hair was messy and his tie was loose around his neck; judging by the bloodshot eyes this man hasn't had much sleep.

He sits graciously; not, into the metal chair across from us. He placed the the yellow folder on the table and placed his folded hands on top of it. He eyes Niall and I with a bored expression; something I didn't expect " Hello, I am detective fuller. Do you know why you're here?" He asks.

Niall and I pointy shake our heads and the Middle aged man sighed, opening the folder " Mr Niall Horan is being arrested for assaulting and attempting murder of Matt and You Miss Abate are..."

" what?" I ask in disbelief, cutting him off" that's a lie"

He looked up at me sharply " oh, and what's the truth?"

" Niall beat Matt up as defence, for me" I defend, ready to go and find Matt to punch him.

" defend for what?" The man asked. I opened my mouth but my vocal cords didn't let me spit out the words. I picture flash backs of that animal on top of me, forcefully pushing me down. I shirk back in my chair, losing my confidence I had over the detective.

" do you want me to tell him?" Niall asks, squeezing my shoulders. I nod quickly.

Niall turns to the cop sharply " that asshole tried to rape my girlfriend" he sneered. I shook again. The detective leaned forward; suddenly interested " I haven't heard that" he said.

" Yeah because that dickhead though we wouldn't say anything. That's why I beat him because I caught him physically pinning my girlfriend down to the floor while she screamed for him to stop okay! So tell that fucker that he's going to jail" Niall screamed.

The detective looked taken back. " I haven't been aware of this when he filed the report he mentioned your name specifically Niall, for beating him up due to his kindness of informing you that you were off your Uni team as well as your captain position. You apparently 'freaked out' and started swing at him" he reads of a sheet of paper. We both looked at the detective speechless.

" when did this happen and when were you planing to report it?" He continued. 

" this happened yesterday afternoon, I'd say around 3 and we were planning to report it today" Niall explained. I watched as he was fully concentrated, his gaze was straight and his face was neutral; like he's done this hundreds of time before.

The detective looked impressed before tuning to me. His gaze was softer this time " Is this true sweetheart? And if it is I need a quick answer and possibly some sort of proof"

I nod quickly and I swallow. " it's true...and ahh what kind of proof?" I ask.

" well bruises, photos, eye witnesses, video evidence" he explained.

" Umm I haven't check my body, I have small bruises on my wrists and mental scaring if that counts" I say. The detective chuckled understandingly.

I bit my lips for what felt like a few times today considering I could feel the chewed on breaks in my skin " if I show you the small bruises on my wrist from when he held me, you can't ask anymore questions about it" I half heartedly explain. He nods again confused before I slide up the sleeves of my jacket.

The detectives eyes widen as the black and blue blotchy skin that was a background for the red scars. Right at the top there was marks from Matts thumb prints, marking me. I shiver again at the thought.

He cleared his throat " these marks right here?" He points out. He hums " they are finger pad marks so we may have to scan them if you don't have any further evidence"

" We have eye witnesses" Niall spoke up " three of them"

"Is that the two boys in the waiting room? One with dark skin and black hair and the other with a buzz-cut and keeps pacing around the room?" Niall nods "Well let's bring them in"

Minutes later both Liam and Zayn walked in confused. Zayn looking half asleep in his crunched up pj's and pare feet and Liam a bit more frazzled in the same attire as Zayn but only with black slippers covering his feet. Liam quickly rushed over to me, giving me a hug "You okay?" I nod.

"Okay" the detective began once more " I need your sides of the story"

After extensive detail of where each person was, what they were doing and what they saw the detective has a couple of pages full of notes. "So a report will be filed. Is there any other form of evidence you may have?" he asked hopefully.

"The frat house has cameras in the front entrance, I'm sure it recorded it all" Zayn suggested. The detective smiled "That's perfect, I will need a copy of that as well as all your details"

After the transactions of our information he shut the yellow folder. "Well this is an interesting turn of events" he chuckled again. "I'm sure if you put this in, ill personally make sure that Matt ends up with the short end of the stick"

I sigh a relief, this is soon going to be over. We thanked the nice man and headed out the door of the police station, the ride home was quiet and awkward, the only sound was the chatter of our shivering teeth.