Break me free

chapter twenty six

Anna’s POV

The day had finally come. In 2 hours I was due in court to say my story. Rolling out of bed I showered and picked out my tights, long black pants, fitted white shirt and black blazer, I slipped them on and pulled on by black peep toe heels. I curled my hair and let it down and applied minimal makeup. I had been staying with the boys since I had visited the police. I knocked on harry’s door.

‘’harry are you ready?’’ I called out. We hadn’t spoken much but at least we didn’t hate each other.

‘’I’m not coming’’ he grunted opening the door to revile a shirtless harry stood in only his Hollister sweats.

‘’what? Why’’ I questioned, not happy with this at all.

‘’ I am not coming’’ he spat slamming the door in my face. A little taken back by his behaviour. Sighing in frustration I wandered into the kitchen for a brew flicking the kettle I heard somebody shuffle in next to me.

‘’morning, you ready for this’’ Louis asked putting some toast into the toaster.

‘’mm’’ I replied no longer in the mood after Harrys outburst.

‘’what’s up pumpkin’’ he asked.

‘’harry isn’t coming’’ I sighed sadly I had been counting on his support for today and now I just wasn’t going to get it. Twiddling my thumbs I waited nervously for his response but it never came I looked up to find he wasn’t there anymore; I caught a glimpse of his suited up figure storming up the large winding stairs. I have to say he looked rather dashing in a black suit. I quickly followed not wanting any trouble caused to make the day even worse. I watched him flounce into Harry’s room without so much as a knock.

‘’why are you bloody well not up and dressed today is a big day for all of us!’’ he screamed getting into Harry’s face a little more than I had hoped it was going to get out of hand and I didn’t want that. I quickly left the room and screamed for Liam. He came as fast as he could and soon realised what was going on. Now the boys were shouting about how Harry needed to come but he was having none of it.

‘’NO!’’ He cried.

‘’I am not going!’’ he shouted. Louis eventually gave in and let Liam drag him from the room, he looked depressed and exhausted after the slanging match and not to mention it was with one of his best friends.  I headed for the bathroom to make sure I looked decent before we went. We now only had an hour to get there and it took a mere 30 minutes to drive. Hurrying I checked my appearance. I looked ok I suppose I wasn’t happy with how skinny I was looking through not eating with stress; I had been practically pulling my hair out over the stress of today coming. I walked down the stairs carefully so I didn’t trip in my heels and make a fool of myself I made it to the bottom safely and looked up to see the 4 boys smiling at me. All suited up in smart attire black plants, pristine white shirt, black tie, black jacket and shiny shoes. I smiled taking Louis’ arm we jumped into the car.

When we arrived I was on edge so bad I felt like I could throw up there and then, the nerves were eating me from the inside out and my head was spinning at the thought of standing up in front of all those people and tell my horrific story it just wasn’t my kind of place I didn’t feel at all comfortable with the situation I was being put in.

‘’Anna Cowell, the judge is ready for you know’’ I strange looking man appeared holding out the door for me. The boys quickly hugged me and wished me luck Liam lingering over me a few seconds longer. They wandered off to take their seats in the side before I made my way into the glass cupboard type thing, out of the corner of my eye I saw the boys take their seats causing me to giggle slightly when Niall stuck his thumbs up and mouthed ‘I need popcorn’. Having them there helped me a lot of course but it was harry I needed there most and he wasn’t there. I felt like a caged animal stood in the enclosed box, I felt like I was the one that had done something wrong. There was a small microphone stood out of the glass and that was it. I had to stand in there and wait. The nerves were awful as it became closer and closer to my turn of being questioned I knew I had nothing to worry about but John’s lawyer looked awfully daunting and patronising. It came eventually and the skinny woman rose turning to me sharply.