Accidentally in Love // z.m

Twenty Nine

I pulled up at the police station and stared at the daunting building from the comforts of my car. I sighed, knowing the inevitable and grabing my bag before stepping out. I figured I may as well get this over and done with while the details are still fresh in my mind. I have to tell the police what happened 3 nights ago when I got raped at 1DHQ. I stayed with Zayn last night; after I'd fallen asleep in his arms I didn't wake up again until 1 pm this morning. It was the first night I was actually able to sleep since the incident, however the nightmares haven't yet ceased entirely. Zayn offered to come with me today but I declined, I didn't want him to know exactly what happened, I didn't want anyone to know. Zayn promised me he only told India, the rest of the boys don't know why he left the tour on short notice either. He's told everyone he caught a terrible cold and now #GetWellSoonZayn is constantly trending on twitter. I stepped into the cold building, trudging towards the receptionist who had a bored look on her face. I explained to her why I was here just as officer Daron appeared, calling my name. "Sahara, I hope you are well." He said, offering his hand to me. I weakly shook it before following him down a hall way and into a small room. There was only a table and three chairs, one of them occupied with a female police officer. 

"Hi Sahara, my name is Cecile." She said, standing up to shake my hand too. 

"Nice to meet you." I responded with lack of enthusiam. I took a seat opposite the two officers before they began questioning me.

"We understand you've endured a terrible experience Sahara and we're here to make sure that justice is served. If you're able to, can you please describe to us what happened last Tuesday in as much detail as possible." Officer Cecile gently explained. I swallowed some excess saliva and nodded, taking in a deep breath. "Take your time." She soothed before I began. 

"Well it's all very complicated you see," I began. I've been stressing about this all morning. I realised that I would have to tell the police why I was sneaking into Alastair's office to begin with, which would count as trespassing and I think may even mean I have to go to jail but there was no way I was going to let Alastair get away with what he did to me, so I decided it was finally time to come clean about everything. I told them about the very fist kiss I shared with Zayn which lead to the sketchy blackmail, which lead to the forgery and the scam at my work, which then lead to me snooping around trying to end that damned contract between Zayn and Perrie so I could finally be happy. I described to them the decision Alastair made me make in his office that afternoon and that I'd never actuallly told him that I'd obtained evidence to end the contract which I was still determined to do, despite everything that had happened. When I was finally finished, the officers were overwhelmed with how extensive the situation truley was. They assured me that even though I had trespassed into his office and I would recieve a fine of £5000, he will still be going to jail for the crime he committed. As for the contract between 1D and Little Mix, they adviced that I contact a lawyer who is actually authorised to get the documents I was after, and take Janet to court. I ended up leaving the police station a good 3 hours later feeling much more relieved than when I stepped in. I sat in the car with a smile I couldn't hold back. Has all my pain and hardship finally come to an end? I prayed that it had, and that I'd finally done enough to be with the person I love. I turned my engine on and drove back to Zayn's. I knocked on his door, eager to tell him that Alastair will be going to prison for what he did to me and that as soon as I get in contact with a lawyer the contract will be over. Once the door flew open a tattooed arm pulled me into an immediate hug and I embraced him, after a mini heart attack from his sudden movements, with a smile on my face. 

"How'd it go? What's going to happen to him? What's going to happen to you?" He asked, curiosity and concern plastered on his face. 

"Calm down, I'll tell you everything, just make me a cup of tea first." I said, raising my eyebrows as I walked passed him and into his lounge room, dumping my bag onto his couch. I sat awkwardly waiting for him to rush into the room with the two mugs and sit next to me impatiently. He nodded for me to begin and I explained to him what the police said.