F I F T E E N
>November 13th, 2017<
>Manhattan, New York<
"How are you, Ms. Ferguson?" Lana asks politely, her hands are folded in front of her, hair resting perfectly on her shoulders with a can a hairspray making it stay; "I'm fine, how are you?" Lana repeats the answer Rebecca gives before beginning with the real questions, "Are you in touch with others that were also on the X-factor?" Rebecca nods, "I am, the winner Matt Cardle and I still talk sometimes."
"Would you consider yourself in touch with Mr. Styles?" Rebecca glances at said man shaking her head slowly, "We hadn't spoken in a while." Lana nods herself inhaling lightly taking a step forward, the nude heel clicking on the hardwood, "Right, and Mr. Tomlinson, what about him?" Again, Rebecca shakes her head, "You're not in contact with either of these two, yet you were asked to give a statement?"
"I object to leading statement, it's leading my witness to answer hearsay." Mocking Lana with her previous objection, she flashes Parker a growling glare, "What rule is this Mr. Parker?" She asks her tone flattening, "Ms. Winters I'll have it, sustained, rephrase the question." Leaning back in the chair, the judge crosses his arm watching Rebecca stiffen when she notices the eyes on her have narrowed, "I have no further questions, Thank you." Retreating to her seat, she sighs glazing Louis over once with her eyes, "Ten-minute recess," The judge declares after more is said from his part.
"Don't do it," Lana growls lowly knowing that Louis is scooting back from his chair his head raised eyes traveling. "I have to," He sighs knowing how defeated he sounded, "You do it, you'll lose." Lana reminds distracting the wondering eyes with a sheet of paper, "This is the letter you're going to send to Brianna."
"What's she to do with this?"
"She'll cover for you," Lana informs pursing her lips firmly, she grabs a black pen, "Sign your name, we'll send it after court today." Louis shakes his head whimpering as he grabs the pen in his own hands feeling its heaviness, "L-Lana,"
"Do it, Louis, the baby was fake we all know. If you don't get her on your side, those bastards will use her against you." Her words laced themselves with venom thrown across the courtroom towards Harry.
Swiping his tongue across his bottom lip in thought, he chews the inside of his cheek rubbing his forehead, "If I do this can you promise me something?" Lana sighs hardening her look, "It doesn't work like that-"
"I don't, and can't testify against-"
"Bob," Lana says the fake name again her eyes slicing the stenographer with the dagger-sending icy eyes. "I won't say anything bad about, Bob."
His voice cracked at the name, tears pricked his eyes. Even if it was a fake name, saying it meaning Harry was like speaking about him. Something Louis hadn't done much of lately. He could use to trill on for hours about the love of his life, and now he sits a courtroom apart being charged with rape against him.
The black pen rests teasingly in his hand, the end of the letter blank awaiting his signature.
Reaching out to the woman that played his "Baby-Mama" sounded wrong, and in some mixed up way inappropriate. Once the two-year contract was up, and Brianna had collected her money and Instagram followers, Freddie was no longer existent. The posts stopped, and the apologies came. In a weird array of events, it shockingly turned out that Louis wasn't the father.
In reality, the management knew that they couldn't keep this lie going forever and ended it with the worst excuse possible, yet plausible enough for the fans.
"Do this Louis, we need all the help we can get." Lana inquires squeezing the boys arm reassuringly, urging him to make the right decision. Placing the ball-point of the pen on the paper, Louis swiftly signs his name feeling chills roll down his spine afterward. "All the help to prove the fact of what? I loved him when I raped him?" Louis' comment drops to the table, he lays the pen down silently rising from his chair excusing himself to the restroom and a possible smoke break.
Lana sighs shuffling the papers into her briefcase side-eyeing her competition that smirked making eye contact, "You were clever with that question, Ms. Winters." She nods in agreement pushing hair behind her cheek, "I would say the same to you but I'd be lying."
-Bailey Press-
