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[13] The court trial | draft two

Delinquent

[13] - The court trial

C h a r l o t t e

Today is the the day. The day of the court trial.

These past three months have been lonely by myself and I was ready for Niall to be back. I know that it really wasn't that long, but god, it felt like years. The constant stares and whispers at school didn't exactly help.

There were a few things I needed to explain to him. For one, there was something that has been keeping me on my toes for the past two months.

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"Thanks for the coffee!" I smiled, exiting the small, but cozy coffee shop.

I heard the waiter's reply, shouting a 'Your Welcome!'

I continued walking down the nearly empty street, twisting and turning down the multiple streets on the way back to Niall's large home.

I walked down the familiar street I know and love. The one I grew up on.

'It wouldn't hurt to stop by my house.'

Grabbing the key from my purse, I walked up the front porch steps and unlocked the door. I stepped into the quiet house, looking around and making sure everything is still untouched and still in the same exact place it had been. I nodded my head to myself in satisfaction.

I went through the house, locking all the windows, and doors.
Then, I exited the house.

Something caught my eye. A large black envelope lay on the old wood of my front porch. It wasn't there before.

I looked at it curiously, then picked it up. Opening it, there was a small piece of paper in the envelope.
I read it, my eyes getting wider with every word.

'They're coming.

I'm watching you.

I'm watching Niall.

We're coming.'

I pushed the paper back into the envelope and into my purse. With that, I rushed as fast as I could back to Niall's house.

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Just the thought of that made me want to cry. I think those 'people' Niall talked about in the letter, are the same as the people watching us. I shook my head, getting rid of those thoughts.

I looked through my bags, trying to look for something to wear. I turned my head, glancing at the small clock on the bedside table.

11:36

I had an hour left, to get ready. The courthouse was about thirty to forty minutes away, I had to be there by twelve-thirty.

Great.

I rummaged around some more until I found the perfect outfit. Black pants, a comfortable white t-shirt and my hair in a simple updo.

Simple, yet nice and comfortable.

I changed out of my pajamas and into the clothes.

Let's get this show on the road.

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"Louis! Quit smacking Harry! Harry! Quit smacking Louis! Zayn! Watch them!" Liam said from the front doorway.

"They're a handful, huh?" I smirked, crossing my arms.