Criminal (punk harry styles)

chapter twenty-eight

Delilah's P.O.V.

The court room was deadly silent as we al waited for the judge to enter. My throat was itching and my knee was jumping, I couldn't see very well from all the way at the back. My dad insisted for safety reasons, but I know damn well I don't need protection from Harry. Wyatt was sat beside me examining his nails, as if he didn't have a care in the world. I wish I could be more like this guy at that moment.

"You need to calm down," Wyatt muttered.

"Don't tell me what to do," I hissed, giving him the death eye.

"Don't pull that one on the judge or your boy is as good as gone," he reminded me.

"Thanks for the tip."
Why did he have to be here again? Oh right, he wants to 'help'. I suppose, he was trustworthy, he let me see Harry without telling anyone. But what could he do? He was merely a security guard, he didn't hold any power over the court. If anything him being there was nothing, just another seat filled.

"You don't have to worry," I got him one of the best lawyers I know," Wyatt assured me.

"For some reason I don't believe you."

"Well you should," he frowned. "I'm the only one who's helping you here."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered. This is how it is when I'm nervous. Sarcastic, snappy. "So who is it?"

"Michael Gaebs," he grinned.

"What?! How?!" This was truly shocking news. Michael Gaebs was harder to get than a purple pig, he'd never lost a case before. Wyatt must've payed a heap to get this guy.

"He's not that hard to contact when he's your father," Wyatt winked.

"You're shitting me right?" I laughed. "Wyatt, thank you so much."

"No problem. Just stop worrying so much," he repeated with a soft smile. I gave him a somewhat grateful smile in return and turned to face the front of the court once more.

There really wasn't many people in the seats, a few of Dad's colleagues, an elderly man and of course, Wyatt and I. There were a few random people spread out here and there, but I'm sure they had no idea where they were. Dad was upfront with the other men as if to show superiority, that he was a bigger man. The two body guards out front both looked utterly bored, as if they weren't about to deal with a murderer. Did they deal with these cases often?

"Order," the taller of the men called, catching everyone's attention. My palms began to sweat. "All rise."

Everyone stood as a woman in a long black robe walked in, a scowl set deep into her face. She took her seat upon the piller and scanned the crowd like a hawk.

"Bring out the prosicutioner," she bellowed in a gravelly voice.

"Oh no, not Judge Kristen," Wyatt yelped beside me. I turned to him with worried eyes. "She's probably one of the most unsympathetic women I've ever met, she's ruthless. They must really want this guy put away."

I swallowed nervously and turned my attention to the wooden door opening to the left of the judge. My heart leapt as Harry entered the room, a dirty orange jumpsuit coating his body and his hands cuffed behind his back. He was followed by two more police officers and a man with dark blonde hair and a suit. Michael Gaebs.

Michael gave us a small wave before standing beside Harry who was sat on the small bench seat. I flinched watching the officer use more force than necessary to sit Harry down. They shouldn't be treating him like that.