Shattered {Sequel to Deranged}

Chapter 32

Sky's POV

     I watched as my future husband waltzed up to testify at his own trial. A strong of about 7 news reporters lined up, prepared for any juicy detail they craved to hear. Harry did his best to plea and reason and defend, but everything seemed worthless in this situation. The judge with an apparent bad attitude and frustration towards Harry slammed his mallet... "I sentence Harry Styles to life in prison"

I reacted all at once, shooting out of my seat screaming, "NO! That's my fiancé! Don't take him from me! He's all I have and love!"

Harry looked at me with utter sadness and fear for his life and blew me a simple kiss farewell for now.

Sweat dripped down my back and touched his t-shirt as I shot up in bed completely drenched in tears and sweat. They can't do that to him. I won't let them take him forever. There was absolutely no way I would get anymore sleep tonight so I flipped on the TV. "A man by the name of Harry-"

So TV's a bad idea.

I caved to the built up thoughts I've had and let them flood my mind. Will I lose my Harry forever? What will happen to us? Could I bare losing him anymore? Is there any way I could get him out? Can I save him? Will I ever be able to marry my forever soul mate? Vicious ideas of what could happen, and when it would happen consumed every space of  my thoughts. I came to a serious conclusion that night as I stared at the ceiling of Harry's hospital room, I won't leave his side despite the roadblocks thrown our way.

Harry's POV

Sky was angelically cuddled up with the firm pillows generously provided. She carried a great deal of peacefulness as she slept late into the night. I know her last thought and concern was about me and my well-being, and despite feeling slightly flattered, I feel guilty about possibly dragging this flawless piece of innocence down with me. It's not her fault I became a psychotic killer with no mercy. It's my own sick and twisted fault. Her loving spirit has latched onto me though. I know deep down I don't ever want to see that irresistible face leave my sight for even a second, but sense has been knocked into me and I couldn't bare to hurt her.

"Harry?" her voice whispered and I easily assumed she was awake, "I want you to know that I will never leave your side, even if that means sharing a jail cell with you. My life is yours and yours is mine so I commit to you that I can't and will never leave your side" 

"Sky I've told you many a times I will never drag you down-" I stopped mid-lecture, realizing I was trying to have a conversation with a sleep-talking Sky. I nestled back into the thin hospital sheets and tried to fall asleep all over again, but the haunting thoughts of what could happen kept me from shutting my eyes. What if she ends up being charged with association of a criminal? She can't have such a huge set back throw her so far away from the bright future she has. I deserve every punishment they wage upon me, but she's as innocent as a 10 year old child. I made a commitment to myself right at that second that I won't let anyone ever touch her. But her stubborn attitude was no match for my undying love and concern for her. She wouldn't dare let anyone separate us. So, I have two options: Take her and leave the country with new identities and start a new life, or stay and wait to hear out my court case. 

I'm staying.

I have to accept the punishment I've earned from my crazed actions. 

But Sky... What about my sweet, perfect love, dreaming of our wedding day? What will happen to her if I'm swiped away forever? I want to make this as painless and easy for her as possible, but she's in too deep. We tried separating, and it only left me alone with the agonizing pain of jealousy and her to be thrown into this world re-searching for love. I already know what her answer would be if I asked her to choose between happiness eternally along with freedom or me, a bitter life doomed to a cold jail cell. It would reluctantly be all those feelings because her belief is that I bring her eternal happiness and freedom  despite my haunting past and riveting future. 

I put my depressing thoughts aside and drew myself to a happier time and place down the road when I can marry the love of my life that gave everything up to be with me and save me. I can see her beaming down the aisle in a long white gown suctioned to her attracting figure, a smile smeared across her flawless face, and a stunning bouquet of yellow roses clutched in her hands. I can see her months after we joined as one trying to figure out the perfect way to express the joyous news that we would be parents in 9 months. I can imagine how she'll be when she's carrying our baby. She'll try to keep a tight restrain on her emotions but end up failing and falling into me an utter mess of exploded hormones. I grin at the image of her finally being able to hold our tiny creation of life, and telling me what an amazing father I'm going to be to he or she. I see her softly soothing our newborn with a hushed and relaxed tone, a single tear of happiness slipping down her beautiful face. I close my eyes and picture holding our little baby with sparkling eyes like their mother and dark rich hair like mine. Their tiny hand reaches out and grabs hold of my pinky softly. 

These are the moments I have yet to see and live for. 

This is the motivation I needed to push myself all the way and prepare myself for my trial. 

I wanted to tell Sky everything I just imagined, but I decided to hold off because she'd finally started to seem peaceful in her sleep. I went to bed smiling tonight because of my life that is ahead of me, and how much it all of a sudden meant to me.