Accused ~ A Ziam Love Story

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

{Liam's POV}

I stared at the girl across the courtroom. I had never seen this girl in my life! How could I possibly rape someone?! I am not a monster! I'm a good boy, like my mummy raised me to be! This girl had to be delusional!

The boys were in the rows behind me. They had worried looks on their faces, but they believe me. They know I couldn't have done it. They know me, I know me. I am not a rapist!

Then why am I on trial for this crime?

I stared at the girl again. She was nuts! Her eyes were filled with rage, and if possible, betrayal. I have never done anything to her! What could I possibly- oh. She must be a fan. Or I guess, was a fan. Who cares? She's crazy!

Niall broke me from my trance by reaching over and patting my back. "Hey," he said. "It'll be alright, mate. We know you're not guilty. You'd never do something like this. You've got evidence to back you up! It'll be over soon."

His kind words gave me no uplifting. I felt sick to my stomach. Not with guilt, of course. I'm plenty innocent. I shouldn't be worried. I know I'm not guilty, I'm 100% sure I didn't rape someone. And we have evidence, too. I should be able to get out of this mess.

Not even my own thoughts of encouragement could help me. I was worried as hell. You know how juries can be. The court wants an impartial party of people to decide your fate. So none of them can like One Direction, or have daughters who like it. That's bad news, because generally, if you're not a fan, you hate us. There are some moderate fans who buy our CD's just to enjoy it, but that's a low statistic with us being the most famous pop boy band in the world right now. So I can guarantee, some of those jury members have daughters who hate us. And therefore, they hate us.

Some of them are young, too. In their 20s, still listening to the music on the charts. There's one guy who keeps giving me an evil glare. I try to smile back at him, but when he slipped in the middle finger when no one was looking I stopped trying.

All of these people in the courtroom had stern, serious faces. I saw not one sign of human emotion. Great. Robots who hate me will decide my fate.

"The prosecution rests, your honor." The plaintiff attorney addressed the judge. "Thank you, Mr. Jonathon. For the remainder of the day, this court meeting is adjourned. Tomorrow, Mr. Payne and his defense team will give their statement to prove himself not guilty of his accused crime, and if not, plead guilty and negotiate for a lesser sentence than the current penalty." Judge Taylor said. I swallowed hard. My penalty? Seven years in prison. I can't go to prison! I'm a good boy! Good boys don't go to prison! They drink their milk and say "I love you" to their parents every day! I'm a good boy! I don't want to go to prison!

Judge Taylor continued. "I advise the jury not to speak a word of today's trial events outside of this courtroom, which is punishable by law. Only the court-approved reporter has permission to state today's events. However, she cannot use any members of this court room as a source." She slammed her gable onto the podium and called, "The meeting is in temporary recess."

The court stood up and gathered their things. I was about to leave with the boys when I remembered I couldn't. Hand-cuffs were clamped over my wrists behind my back. I used the five minutes I had to bid farewell to the boys wisely. They came over and gave me a group hug. Niall's head was burrowed into my neck and I heard him sob-whisper, "You can't leave, Liam! We know you're innocent! Can't you just come home to the complex?"

I felt bad for the Irish lad. "Sorry, Niall. I have to stay in the courthouse jail. It's not so bad. It's better than official prison." I immediately regretted saying that because at the word "prison," Niall started tearing up. "Awww, Nialler, I'm sorry. He gave me a tight squeeze and went off to the side. He couldn't even look me in the eye.

Harry came up to me and engulfed me in a huge hug. He's the tallest and strongest of the boys, and nearly cracked my ribs in a bone-crushing embrace. "Harry- you're- hurting- me- please- get- off." I said between breathes. He let go and I looked into his watery eyes. He bit his lip into a thin straight line so as not to cry. Wordlessly, he patted my shoulder and stood off by Niall, grabbing him in a hug.

Louis ran up next and, instead of the solemn embrace I expected, tackled me in an energetic hug. Even in a huge case that might send me to prison, he could still act like a clueless five year old. "Don't let anybody in that place give you a hard time tonight, Lili." He said. He gave me a slobbery kiss on the cheek. I would've wiped it off if my hands weren't hand-cuffed behind my back. "Err, thanks Lou." I said. He walked off and placed an arm around Harry's shoulder. He wiped his teary eyes. This was taking a bugger toll on the boys than I thought.

Zayn walked up to me last. His eyes were filled to the brim with tears. His hair was deflated and wimpy. His bronze tan had paled somewhat. He looked absolutely awful.

He let out a low whimper before attacking me with a hug tighter than Harry's. He started sobbing into my neck, letting tears roll down and stain shirt. I only wish I could hug him back. He seemed to be taking it the worst. "Liam...don't go...we know you're innocent...just don't go." He said barely below a whisper.

"Zayn, I have to. But it'll all be over soon. I promise. Soon we can just forget this ever happened. Once I'm proved innocent, it'll all be over. Shhh, it's okay. It's okay, Zayn, it's okay." I tried to comfort him.

The bailiff behind me said in a deep voice, "Son, it's time to go. Say goodbye to your little friends now."

I nudged Zayn with my shoulder. He closed him eyes as hard as he could. "Zayn, I have to leave. I'm gonna be here tomorrow, but you have to let go now." I calmly said.

He let out a loud shout that surprised me, with him being so quiet in serious times. "NO!" He screeched. "I WON'T LET YOU TAKE HIM! LIAM DON'T LEAVE ME!" He yelled. The remainder of the courtroom stared at us and Judge Taylor pounded her gable. "Mr. Payne and friends! It is time for you to leave. Get off him at once!" Zayn ignored her and hugged me harder. The other boys tried to pull him off me and the bailiff pulled me the other way. "NO! DON'T TAKE HIM!" Zayn yelled. He was being held back by the boys, kicking and screaming. I was guided by the bailiff's strong hand into the other room that lead to the courthouse jail. I looked over my shoulder and saw Zayn struggling to be free. "It's okay Zayn! Don't worry! I'll be fine!" I yelled to him in an effort to make him stop.

Just before I left, I saw the court reporter in the back frantically scribble down these events on her notepad, and I saw Zayn crumple to the floor in despair, tears running down his cheeks. Oh Zayn.

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Woo! So how was that for a cliffhanger? I know what you're probably thinking: How could you make Liam the rapist, Sloan?! You're an awful person!

Well, guys, you know I love the boys! Especially Liam! It's jut for the intensity of the story, I promise. And this will be a Ziam story (if you didn't guess).

I need someone to make me a cover for this. You'll get a dedication, fan if I haven't already fanned you, and a shout out on both Tumblr and Wattpad. Please? I'm crap with computers.

So thanks guys! Please comment and vote if you liked it! Stronger will be updated soon. Bye for now!

Kisses, hugs, adorable pugs,

-Sloany Bologna :) x