S E V E N
>>November 8th, 2017<<
>Manhattan, New York<
"Right, Mr. Styles today is standard, we're just asking a few questions," Lana remarks sending the man a welcoming smile with no teeth as to not be mistaken for friendly. This wasn't the playground, you had no friends in the justice system.
"Have you and Mr. Tomlinson ever had any sort of relationship that involved sexual activity?" Harry's eyes are dark underneath, he's yet to get any sort of sleep that wasn't drug induced. He clears his throat crossing and uncrossing his arms as he attempts to get comfortable in any sort of position in the demeaning chair that strikes him into thinking he's a criminal, "Yes." The answer would come out. Harry knew this. That's why he told the truth, no hesitation, no stuttering; he said the right answer. The truth, that was right, right?
"Mr. Styles regarding back to the year of 2010, were any of these actions ever proceeded without your consent?"
"Ms. Winters that question is invalid, my client was too young to say consent. You'd have to be asking if his mother consented."
Harry's jaw drops at his lawyer, "W-well that's stupid-" his first stutter, "Mr. Styles it's the law." The man returns his eyes hardening at the younger man in front of him who's shaking his head his lips parted as he's thinking of anything to say, "I-I'm not a victim!" Tightening his fingers into a fist, Harry slams it on the table as tears well in his eyes being heard in the scratchy yet snarled tone, "Yes we had sex, yes we kissed, and fucking yes I consented."
"Turn off the recording, none of this is to be used in court." The man demands to snatch it from the middle of the table, "Your question, Ms. Winters, was taken out of context- "
"Mr. Scott that's clearly your client's own words." She reminds her eyebrows knitted together in anger, just because she was a woman doesn't mean she didn't know the obvious law.
"My Client was upset when the statement was said. He's not in the right of mind." Finishing his statement, Harry pushes back from his chair, "My mind is fine! I know what I'm saying!" Shaking his head again, a single tear escapes from his left eyes trailing down his cheek, "Mr. Styles I'm sorry you had to come in today, you must be exhausted." Mr. Scott says sympathetically, "Go back to your hotel, no further questions for today."
In a haze filled mind with anger and depression, Harry leaves the room wiping his eyes as he's escorted to the lobby.
Lana scoffs grabbing her briefcase, "I'll be needing a copy of that recording for my notes. I suggest you do it willingly." The man rolls his eyes letting a smirk coil on his lips, "You suggest?" He returns mockingly, "Mr. Scott," Lana starts holding her briefcase tightly, "You may think that me being a woman makes me less than you, perhaps that it will win you this case; but I have every recording of you being unrightfully hostile towards my client. Unless those tapes should appear to the jury, it's in both of interests that we work together just a little bit." The man is at a loss for words, he nods, mouth fumbling open resembling a fish out of the water as he gambles for something to retaliate with. "Have a nice day." Lana muses a smirk on display, leaving the room in a huff.
- Bailey Press -
