Escaper - Zayn Malik Fanfiction - Completed.

Epilogue

~ Lydia's P.O.V ~

"Lydia?" Zayn knocks on my door for permission.

"Come in." I tell him and soon after, he opens the door and steps in my room.

He sees me arranging my papers and folders and I catch him fiddling with his fingers and looking around.

"Getting flashbacks?" I joke, trying to ease the tension he's dealing with.

I completely understand what and why he's feeling; after all, anyone would feel nervous before Court.

I talked to Zayn about the whole 'let the police know' thing. I'll admit he wasn't sure at the beginning, he even tried to avoid this subject every time I try to open it up by commenting on how good the coffee is or how well the table is made. I, on the other hand, never gave up and kept pushing him to tell them. As a soon-to-be-lawyer, I know that's the best option he can choose. The police would know exactly what to do and how to handle the situation. And maybe, they'll even sentence Marcus a lifetime in prison because of his cruel behavior and repetitive acts that hold no reason at all.

It took me some time, a lot of time, actually, to convince him. After three weeks of Zayn crying and him spending time alone and trying not to see me and uncountable apologies, he decided that enough is enough and that hiding and being a coward won't do him any good.

I remember him coming to me while I studied and told me that he wants to let the police know about everything. I remember also throwing my books away and running to him, hugging him so tight and even crying. I was so happy he took my advice. And him telling me wasn't random; he certainly thought about it, and that made me even happier; he actually considered it.

That night, we sat together and I told him everything he needs to know about what's going to happen from the moment we go to the police station. As I spoke, he seemed anxious, so I kept assuring him that everything will be okay and that he's safe now.

And today, we were getting ready for our trial court. The judge will be hearing all we have to say. Of course, I wasn't going without making some researches. I looked up Marcus on Google only to find out that he's one of the Most Wanted persons in the U.S.A which will make our situation even better at Court.

"Yeah, bad ones." He replies to my question.

"Don't think about it. I need you to be completely relaxed before we go there."

"What?" He snorts. "That's impossible, Lydia."

"True, but you can at least try." I smile.

"Are you done?" He asks after a few seconds referring to my papers that lie on my bed messily.

"Almost." I reply without looking at him.

I sense him walking up to me and still feel amazed how a month ago, I would try to hide from him whenever I feel him coming to me and now we're having conversations—normal conversation, like normal people. And that feels pretty amazing.

It might seem like I'm pitying him, but it's not the case at all. What really happened is that I heard all he had to say, and have seen him through his dark state and vulnerable time, listened and understood. And at the end? I learned to forgive him. Of course, it took some time, after all, he did lots of horrible things to me and to others—Niall.

Niall . . . I haven't heard from him after that incident. To be quite honest, I still feel bad for what happened with him. I would never do something to hurt someone on purpose; however, what has happened, happened, and I'm planning on talking to him once I get the time, because this isn't something to take lightly.

Zayn apologized hundreds of times. I told him that it was okay, but he refused to let it go, knowing full-well that it was not okay and that I know it. But the thing is, I just don't want him to stay worried about it. Finally, Zayn stated that I should tell Niall the truth and that he would willingly and gladly go with me when I confront him because he wants to take some responsibility for the things he has done, and I agreed.

I told him that once we're done with the whole Court thing and the Marcus stuff, I will go there and he will accompany me. Truth be told, I'm nervous about how it will go, I mean, Niall would probably lose his mind if he sees Zayn, so I'll work something out so he doesn't go crazy and refuse to hear my explanation and sincere apology. I still love Niall, after all, there really was no reason for our break-up, just the made-up story. But I won't force him to do anything. I'll take this step by step.

And right now, the first step should be heading to Court.

"Alright, I'm ready, let's go." I say.

We hop in the car, and I turn on the radio on a low volume to ease the tension.

When I glance at Zayn, I see him turning yellowish and fidgeting with his fingers. Anyone would be anxious when going to Court, innocent or not. The pressure there is enough.

I reach for his hands and squeeze it tightly, reassuringly. He snaps his head at me, as if I caught him off guard and when he realizes what I'm doing, he flips his hand so he can squeeze mine back. I give him a smile.

"Everything will be okay. Just stick to what I have told you to say, and we'll most probably get out of there with a step closer to victory."

"Yeah," he nods, looking like he's trying to convince himself rather than agree with me. "I hope so."

When we arrive there, I turn off the car and get out, taking my files and papers with me, tucked in my arms. I notice after a few steps that Zayn didn't leave the car yet, so I go back.

I see him looking down at his laps from the window. I knock with my fingers and he looks up at me with a frown. Then he opens the car's door and adjusts his shirt.

"No more going back now." He sighs. "It's now or never."

"Yes." I nod. "So? Let's go, it should be starting soon, we need to be in there earlier than that, so we can both be at ease and take in the whole place and atmosphere. I am new to this too, you know? I'm as nervous as you. But I'm trying to conceal it because I need to win this case. For the both of us." I smile.

"Yes," he grins finally, "I'm ready. Let's go."

He starts walking and then looks back at me.

"You coming or what?" He raises an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes at him and walk over to him. When I reach him, we go in together.

I'm gonna win this case. For the both of us.

-A.N-
Sooo after a whole year, this is the final chapter of Escaper, I hope you all enjoyed it and sorry for taking long to update the last chapter.
Thank you for reading and bearing with my very slow updates!
Adios!!