It had been only two days, but it felt like weeks. To the both of them, it felt like this pain was never going to leave. Connor was still staying with Eleanor, and Harry still resides in his holding cell. Louis wasn't allowed home in fright of scaring Connor, so he slept at Zayn's over night.
Eleanor had just been woken up by the sound of her phone ringing, and she jumped off the couch to grab it from the kitchen, not wanting to wake Connor.
"Hello?" She answered.
"El, have you seen the paper?" Louis asked.
"No one reads the paper, no one," she laughed.
"Tabloids?"
"No," she shook her head.
"Have you turned on the television?" He huffed.
"I just woke up," she groaned.
"Well, get the newspaper, or a magazine, or turn the telly on, or something for God's sake! He's everywhere!" Louis shouted.
"Who?"
"Harry!" Louis yelled and hung up.
Eleanor started shaking, and ran to open her front door. She ran out to the driveway, and picked the newspaper up, flipping it open. His face was smack dab on the front.
"Harry Styles Arrested," said the title.
She rushed back inside, and turned the telly on, he was on every station.
"Harry Styles was arrested the other night—"
"Former boybander, Harry Styles, was arrested two nights ago—"
"Apparently, Harry Styles has been arrested—"
"The why has not been revealed to the media yet, but there were ambulances and—"
"Harry Styles' trial is to be next week—"
"I just have one question. Where is the missus?"
Eleanor took a deep breath before hearing a loud sob behind her. She turned on her heel, and landed on her knees by Connor's weeping side.
"Con?" She said while shaking her gently. "Connor? Connor!"
"I want them to know," she said in between sobs. "I want them to know what he did to me."
"I know," Eleanor soothed, rubbing Connor's back.
Eleanor was wondering about next week, she knew they were going to call Connor in there to speak, but she was scared for her life of what would go down. If he wasn't put away for a very long time, he still had the chance to come back, and no one would be able to cope with that.
Meanwhile, Harry was being informed about his trial being next week, and his face being plastered everywhere. He was still in denial.
He banged his head against the bars, yelling and screaming in agony. "Someone! Please! I didn't do anything! You've gotten the wrong guy!" Even when it was, in fact, he who committed the crime.
"Shut up, Styles, you wanna be known as a psychopath along with everything else?" The guard told him.
"That's the thing, officer! I did nothing!" Harry protested, plopping down on the bench with a huff.
"You raped that girl, Styles, accept it. No one else was anywhere near her, and everyone we've spoken to says it was you. You were the only one that could've done it!" The guard snapped in anger. He, too, was upset.
"I just wanna go home," Harry whined.
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Fanfic"next time don't wear those damn shorts." I'm trying to make this as real as I possibly can. this will involve what actually goes on in a rape environment and the circumstances of the events--leading up to and following-- so that this community can...
