Criminal (punk harry styles)

chapter twenty-seven

Delilah's P.O.V.

The air-con was working overdrive in the small lobby and I couldn't stop shivering as my father greeted other important people of the trial. Continuous 'It's nice to meet you' and 'That's a lovely suite you're wearing' passed by my ears. Nobody laid eyes upon me, it's not like I was important. Just the supposed victim of the situation.

I tapped my nails against the wall as my nerves began to climax even further and people were beginning to stare. Please stop looking at me, please stop looking at me, I begged them with my mind, not that they could hear.

"Hey, I remember you."

My head turned to face the police officer from last time, Wyatt. His hair was slicked back with gell and his badge was the only sign that proved he was a cop, he looked a lot like a 15 year old boy about to take his girlfriend on a date.

"Hi, Wyatt right?" I responded with a meek voice.

"You two know each other?" my dad raised a brow.
Oh shit. Dad didn't know I had visited the station, nobody did besides Harry, Wyatt and me.

"We went to the same middle school," Wyatt interjected coolly. My father nodded in approval and continued his previous conversation.

"You shouldn't lie," I smirked.

"What was I supposed to say?" he frowned, throwing his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "Besides, it wasn't a lie. We really did go to middle school together."

"We did?" I wondered. I scanned through all the faces I could remember in my mind, none of them resembling the blonde haired boy before me. "I don't remember you."

"I remember you," he chuckled. "You were so popular back then, I was never brave enough to speak to you."

"Popular?" I snorted. "I literally had no friends, ever."

"Really?" he gasped. We both let out quiet giggles. "That's so weird. I thought you had tons of friends."

"Nope," I popped the 'p'. "Every single girl I came into contact eith hated my guts, no idea why."

"Probably because you were so pretty," he said thoughtfully. My face went red.

"The case will be starting shortly," my father spoke to me quietly. "We should move into the court room now."

"Okay," I nodded. "See you around, Wyatt."

"Oh I'm coming too," he grinned, then quietly added, "I want to help."

(a/n: really short chapter, pretty crappy as well. -.- I know these updates are taking a while, but bare with me! The term is almost finished, so I'll be able to update a bit during the holidays. (: Omg today was so embarrassing, I fell asleep in the middle of my maths exam. ;-; ♡)