Enemy (Zayn Malik)

Revenge: Trial and Error

Three days later...

I look at myself in the mirror I can't believe the court date is today, my hair has got so long and my eyes have got colder and the bags under my eyes have grown larger. I put my hair into a top knot and clip it together carefully, holding each pin in my mouth. I apply red lipstick and try to look alive for this court date. I pat down the dress I'm wearing I haven't worn this dress since my grandmothers funeral three years ago, it's ironic how I'm probably about to go to my own. A tear falls down and slides against my cheek. I look in the mirror to apply my mascara when I see Zayn open my door through the reflection. 

"Hey." I whisper. 

"Hey baby." He hugs me from behind and I crack my mouth to make a smile.

"I can't do this." I breathe. We both look at our own reflections in the mirror.

"You can, just look at me, find me, I'l be with you." He kisses my head. 

My mother enters the room and the door creeks. "Sweetie we have to go." She smiles but I can see she has been crying, I hate seeing it effect my mother in this way. 

"Lets go." Zayn holds me close.

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My dad put on the radio as we listen to 70's music to try and fill the room with something that wasn't complete silence. As we pulled up to the court it was grey on the outside, rusty and gloomy. What was I expecting for a court house? Zayn held my hand as I came out the car, and so many people stood outside. Different newspaper journalists taking pictures and asking what happened and how I felt about going to court. Zayn held me and sheltered me so I didn't get the wrath of my audience. 

As I waited outside the doors to go into the court room, I tapped my foot repeatedly, I needed to keep still.  

"Miss Miya May Conners?" As I herd the man in a suit,  my head shot up, my heart accelerating. My mind is about to explode but the most thing I was fearful for was, seeing their faces once again.

"Miss Conners will you please come to the stand." The judge shows to me the podium as I was ushered but a tall black haired man.  

"To start everything off, when did this start. The obsessions, people telling you to stay away from Mr. Malik?"

"It was around about this time last year, some when in June. I got 'locked' into a room with Zayn, we got on well-" I was interrupted by the judge. 

"Where was this 'room' and how 'well' did you get on with Mr. Malik." I couldn't get used to the judge referring to Zayn as 'Mr. Malik. 

"Isabella Colbie's house, she had a pool party in June, and we kissed and we said we had feelings for each other." 

"What is your relationship with Miss. Colbie?" The judge carried on.

"She's my best friend." I didn't understand why he needed to know this.

"What happened after you were locked in the room?" 

"The next day we were found by Colby Wise and Isabella. I went to the bathroom and I found Effie Peytons head down the toilet, but she said she wasn't drinking so she wouldn't of been sick. She ended up in hospital as she nearly died. She came out of the hospital a few days later and she remembered having a fight with someone, before the incident."

"Did she remember who?"

"No."

"You may precede."