THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN.

It's the last chapter so either read the whole of it or don't read at all.

Every story has an ending. No matter how many twists and turns it might have. No matter how fucked up it might be. No matter if it's about a villain or a hero. It has to end, one day or another. But how it ends, it depends on no one other than the person whose the part of it. Happy or sad endings are written by people for themselves. No one can take away that right, no one has a right to end your story. You write it, your fate, at the end of the day, is in your own hands and Laura firmly believes in that.

She believes that after everything she's been through, after all the betrayals and pain. After getting to know the fucked up realities of this cruel, mean world. It is now in her own hands to end her tale. And she wants, needs it be a fairy tale, just like the ones she's grown up watching.

Beauty and the beast. Snow white. Cinderella. Mulan. Repunzel.

She wonders what would be the name of her fairy tale. Or would it be way too violent to be called a fairy tale even if the ending is happy. They say, all is well when ends well, right?

Her hands come up to wipe away the tears from her cheeks and she pushes back her thoughts of having a happy ending. Thinking about herself only will make her weak and right now, weakness is not an option for her. She needs to be strong. Strong enough to save the man she's unintentionally fallen in love with.

She looks around the investigation room before glaring at the mirror window, she knows they're watching her on the other side, taking notes of her every action.

"I'm not a fucking criminal, just ask me what you want and let me go!" She demands but like all other times, no one walks inside. "I want my lawyer. Send Strackencz in!"

Her voice doesn't waver one bit as she barks out the order at nothing but a plain mirror, her eyes are hard and emotionless, unlike her mind that's all messed up.

Laura's fist collide with the table hard and just then her eyes register movement. Her jaw clench involuntarily and she grits her teeth when the police officer who'd held her back from Harry enters inside.

"Ms. Stevens. I hope you're alright now." The officer mutters politely as he sits on the chair across from her.

When Laura doesn't reply, he clears his throat and places both his hands on the table, "I have a few questions for you, you answer them truthfully and you're free to go."

"And I have nothing to tell you so fuck off and send my lawyer in." She snaps at him, giving him the best glare. If looks could look, the man would have been dead already.

"I'm afraid they put me to this duty, dear. So cooperate with me and I might be able to help." Despite her rude behaviour the man is smiling and Laura wants nothing more than to slap his smile away and spit on his face for being a fucking asshole.

"Did you fucking cooperate with me when I told you that they're taking away the man I love?" She questions him harshly, feeling her bottom lip quiver at the thought of Harry being in jail with fucked up criminals.

"Aah, now we're getting there." The officer exclaims, a bit too joyfully and shuffles a bit, "you want me to help the guy, you help me here. Tell me the truth and I'd see what I can do for him."

"You've got the wrong guy. I won't say anything against him and you can't force me." Laura says with the most threatening voice she can muster, sending daggers the man's way.

"We have evidence against Mr. Styles, Laura. You just need to confirm it." The officer tells her calmly causing her to growl a bit, getting an urge to throw something against the mirror to see whose standing outside, paying close attention to what's happening inside. "He can not hurt you now. You have nothing to be scared of."