N.S. [narry au]

niall

Louis and I exited the temporary holding cell area, he fuming and I utterly shocked.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I usually don't go that crazy, I just hate it when people diss on my friends."

Friends.

This included me this time.

"Tomlinson! How's Harry?"

Zayn stood in front of us and my stomach lurched. I grabbed Louis hand again and held on for my dear life.

"Oh, and Niall? Still working on giving me that money?"

He walked up to me and I felt the blood draining from my body as he traced his finger against my jawline.

"Back the fuck off," Louis slapped his hand away, "Niall knows Harry's real story, we're going to win and he's going to get out of prison."

Zayn's confidence faltered for a quick second before he regained his stance.

"You're not gonna win this case, fags."