The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 24

Pushing through the huge amount of paparazzi that had managed to get here in record time, I rushed to the elevator and pressed the up button and prayed for it to come down fast before these crazy paps caught up with me. But as soon as I heard the click of the elevator, I was pulled back forcefully and the paparazzi started shooting countless, stupid questions at me. Thankfully, Preston, who by now I had learned was one of the boys' bodyguards, arrived and pushed through the crowd to get to me. After having pulled me to him, he pushed back through the crowd and entered into the now open elevator. Well, so much for handling the situation on my own.

As soon as we reached the 12th floor, I thanked Preston and walked with him to the room where everyone were waiting for me. On noticing our entry into the room, Zayn shot up from his seat near the window and rushed towards us.

"Michelle, thank God, you're here. I was so worried. We all were. Did you get here fine?" He asked, analysing me at shoulder length. I nodded my head and motioned towards Preston.

"The paps went crazy and pulled me inside but Preston rescued me. But enough about me. Are we ready to go to the court?"

Liam spoke up this time, "Yes, we are. We were just waiting for you to come."

I smiled at him and then turned to look at Harry who was lost in his own thoughts. It had been a week since we had rescued him from his kidnapper and now the whole world was in a havoc as to who kidnapped him and how. But they would know soon enough. As soon as this whole court thing was done.

I made my way over to him and tilted his chin so that he was facing me.

"Hey,"

He managed a weak smile as he nodded at me. "Hi, Chelle."

"Come on, Haz. We need to leave. It'll all be okay." I reassured him, smiling at him. He nodded his head again and then sighed, slowly taking my outstretched hand and getting up.

"Are we all set to go, lads?" Paul asked as he moved around the house, checking for something I have no idea about. The boys nodded their heads as we started to file out of the crowded apartment and headed to the place we were all dreading.

-

"So, what you're saying, Mr. Styles, is that Mrs. Griffin kidnapped you in broad daylight and took you out of town?"

Harry swallowed and nodded his head. "Yes. I was just taking a walk through the streets to clear my head about a few things but when I was headed down an alleyway, she jumped out of nowhere and dragged me back to the alley where she chloroformed me. When I woke up, I was tied to a chair in some run down house that looked like it had been abandoned for centuries with this lady stood right above my head, staring at me quite creepily."

I muffled a laugh at Harry's choice of words and looked at the lady instead. She looked in her late 30s or maybe even 40s as she tried to act cool but continued fidgeting with her dress.

"Well, what do you have to say about this, Mr. Lawrence?" The judge turned to question the lawyer hired by the lady. He straightened his coat a little and cleared his throat.

"True to Mr. Styles' words, Paula did kidnap the kid. But we have to keep in mind that she is mentally unstable and has been diagnosed with Grandiose Disorder."

"Will you please explain to us, what exactly is the meaning of that term?" The judge asked, patiently. Everybody in the court seemed greatly confused with this new sort of disease. Or maybe we just weren't that medical to recognise it.

"Grandiose Delusion, your honour, is a type of delusional disorder where you believe that someone is famous for some reason untold. My client has been to the hospital many times regarding this disease and the doctors say sometimes it's triggered by other people who implant various thoughts in the patient's brain. Clearly, somebody has led her to think that Mr. Griffin, her son, is the famous Harry Styles from One Direction but is instead replaced by Mr. Styles, who is the actual holder of the title. It has made the poor lady think that Mr. Styles is just an imposter while her son is the actual member of the band. To give justice to her son, she decided to kidnap Mr. Styles while he was out on his walk."

I think my mouth was hanging by the end of the lawyer's speech and I knew that the others were the same position as me. We might have made several assumptions as to why anybody would ever want to kidnap Harry but this turned out to be shocker for all of us. Grandiose Disorder? Who would have thought! I shifted my gaze to Harry who looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it as he put his head down.

The judge spoke up after a long pause. "Very well, Mr. Lawrence. But do you have the documents to prove it?"

"Of course, sir. I do have the written diagnosis of my client, written by Dr. Kirchhoff." He went back to his seat am shuffled through his filed before taking out a blue file and opening it. He then proceeded to give it to the judge. The judge took a look at the file and then nodded his head.

"Well looks like Mr. Lawrence was right about the disease. What we fail to understand, however, is why anybody like Mrs. Griffin would get such a thought in their mind. You said something about her getting influenced by somebody else. Do you, by any chance, think it is someone you know and can tell us?"

Lawrence looked like he was thinking about it, himself. He finally looked up, "I do not know anybody in her family apart from her son and her deceased husband. And Paula doesn't engage herself in talking to strangers. So I wouldn't have a clue about it, your honour."

"Alright, Mr. Lawrence. That is fine. I think we will try to figure out something by tomorrow. Until then, the court is dismissed."

-

As soon as we had gotten back to the boys' apartment, we -and from that I mean the boys, Paul and me along with our lawyer, Mr. Winters- sat around the table as we discussed what could be possibly done about this, now complicated case, what with Mrs. Griffins' disease popping up.

Several minutes later, we were still trying to guess what could have led Mrs. Griffin to believe that. Or if the lawyer was actually telling the truth.

"So the lady lives with her son only?" Liam asked.

Jackson, the lawyer, nodded. "Yes, from what I know, she does. It's just her and her son."

"Wow, then what could have led the old lady into capturing Harry? It's not everyday that you get such a thought." I asked.

"What do we know? What if the lawyer was lying?" Zayn jumped in.

Jackson smiled. "Maybe we should do a thorough research on this disease first. I'll talk to a family doctor. See if it's really what Lawrence showed it to be. Be right back."

As soon as he left, we all gathered around Liam's laptop and starting researching on the disorder. Halfway through and I was almost certain Harry was not feeling well. He suddenly shot up from his seat and rushed into his room. I looked at the lads who were looking just as confused as me. I gave them a reassuring nod and went into his room. As soon as I heard retching coming from the washroom, I dashed into it and spotted Harry leaned over the toilet seat as he vomited his guts out. I got down on my knees and held his hair back as he continued to puke. I grimaced at the thought of him feeling ill and rubbed his shoulders. As soon as he was done, he leaned into me and I managed a weak laugh.

"See what happens when you have long hair?"

He gave out a small, hoarse laugh as he closed his eyes. I held him close as I closed my eyes too and just stayed that way, enjoy and savouring the moment.

A/N: I'm so effing sorry. I really am. But I just cannot seem to get my mind on writing much often anymore. Blame studies -.- Anyway, this was a long due and TOTALLY unexpected chapter. I hope you were surprised :P What's the agenda with Mrs. Griffin? Idk. This book is all about winging it. And Harry is sick, the poor babe.

AND SONG OF THE CHAPTER IS STEAL MY GIRL OMFG! That song is perfection. God only knows *wink wink* what I'm gonna do when the video comes out. Dedication to my two babes; @HeavensMasterpiece and @Sarah099 for forcing me to write this chapter. Pic on the side is a Fetus pic of the boys from their interview <3

Keep the votes coming in even though I'm a terrible writer and probably don't deserve them.

Until next time,

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