The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 25

I lifted my head up to look at the wall clock as it ticked away lifelessly. As soon as I saw the time, I groaned again.

"What's wrong, Michelle?" Liam asked, as he pocketed his phone. He was sitting so patiently that I was almost jealous of him.

I gave a shrug. "Just getting restless. Don't mind me."

He laughed. "That's something I probably won't ever do. But you are correct. I'm restless too. I just want the judge to come in as quickly as possible."

I smiled at him, finally happy to know that he was feeling just as restless as I was. Only thing is, he knew how to hide his emotions well. Or maybe, I was just too jumpy.

Zayn spoke up from in front of me, "I'm sure he'll be here in a bit. He's a judge. He should be on time."

"Being on time would have been exactly ten minutes ago, Zayn." Louis said as he impatiently tapped his foot.

Zayn rolled his eyes at the sassy boy and instead turned in the front.

Okay then.

As I continued to fidget with my phone, I heard footsteps and turned to look at the judge and some other people come in. On cue, I sat up straighter and felt Harry slide his hand into mine. I turned to look at him and gave a reassuring smile.

"It'll be okay, Haz. Just breath, okay?"

He nodded at my words and he visibly relaxed beside me.

Our lawyer had told us that there was no need to get Harry on the witness box because he had given his statement yesterday and it was going to stay like that till this whole case was over. We had tried looking into the case more but Jackson had assured us that nothing would happen and that it would all be okay. That he was there to handle everything.

Since he was our lawyer and he had signed a contract about being in Harry's favour through out the whole procedure, come what may, we had decided that it was better to let him figure out something on his own and not interfere in the matter. And by we, I mean the boys and I. Paul, on the other hand, was more concerned about the whole ordeal and wanted to be informed of every single thing that the lawyer had thought, processed and planned.

The judge banging -and I mean literally banging- his weird hammer or whatever it was on the bench was what brought me out of my thoughts. And I'm sure everyone present in the court was suddenly aware of what was happening around them because the murmuring had died down.

As soon as the judge begin to talk and point out whatever had happened the previous day, I scanned my eyes over everyone present in the court. A lot of people had turned up at the court today. Anne, whom I had met yesterday -right after Harry's washroom episode- was there with Harry's step dad, Robin. They had flown from Cheshire to Chicago just to give their son some moral support and I could see that Harry appreciated it a lot. That idiot might have spent his holidays in LA most of the times but that didn't mean that he didn't love his family. He loved them to bits and that was evident to each one of us. I could even recognise some of the people from the boys' management and a few others. But as soon as my eyes met a guy in a suit a few rows away from us, I did a double take. He was definitely looking over at us. There was an evil smirk plastered on his face and he didn't look like he was up to any good. As soon as our eyes made contact, he sent a sly wink in my direction and swiftly turned in the front again.

I may not have recognised him but I knew he was not a good person. In order to avoid questions, I quickly turned away and concentrated on what the judge was saying.

Half a minute later and I was still trying to get the image of that boy off my mind. He made me feel uneasy and my eyes seemed to find their way to his place. It was like I was captivated by his smirk and what he could possibly be hiding. Call it a hunch or whatever, but I couldn't shake the feeling of dread whenever I looked his way and I knew if I didn't share it with someone, I would end up a mess. So deciding on what was to be done, I slowly nudged Liam, careful not to draw attention to us.