Louis's P.O.V.
My limo driver had picked us up to go to court. But I didn't know that it would be this packed with paparazzi asking questions.
"Is it true, that the baby really is Nialls?"
I squeezed Harry's hand.
"Is this all a publicity stunt?"
I squeezed it even tighter.
"Is the baby dead?"
I looked down at Harry's giant stomach. Surely, it is not dead. I mean I would know, I'm actually the father, not Niall. And I would also know because Harry and I are in a be relationship not a publicity stunt.
Me and Harry are getting pushed around by fucking losers, with nothing else better to do. Does it really matter what is going on in our personal lives? I push pn out of the way and Hazza closer.
When we reach the inside, Harry turns to me,"Remember that's how we met, me standing outside wanting you to answer me." His hormones are acting up right now because he starts sobbing.
I hug him close,"Greatest day of my life, until she's born." I rub his stomach.
"Yep, same over here." We stood there until a tall, serious looking lady walked over to us.
"Hi, I'm Georgia Rose. I am your lawyer helping you in this case." I shook her hand and Harry did the same.
"Hey, you look familiar." I say, can't notice where I know her from.
"My daddy is a dentist around here. You might know him Rose Clinic for Teeth."
"Oh, yep."
"Now follow me." We walked down a long ramp to 3 seats at the front.
Harry's P.O.V.
I looked to see Niall, sitting in the orange jail suit with handcuffs around his wrists. At first, I was scared looking at him, now I'm just filled with hatred towards him. Cruel human being.
(AN: I don't know how court works skip to the end sorry it's short just want to get to the point)
"Niall Horan is guilty of first degree murder, and sexual assault. He is charged to life in prison with no probation. Court is over." Niall stared at me while they said the whole thing. I didn't pay attention to it, Gemma finally had justice and New Gemma has a safe family to come into.
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im in love with lou. || l.s.
Fanficand all his little things. (this is a shit book i made when i was 11)