powerless - [Larry Stylinson] ✔️

chapter 18

LOUIS POV

"Your videos do not contain enough proof."

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"WHAT?!" I yelled out. I was about to continue before my mums hand slapped over my mouth, forcing me to shut up.

I looked over to Harry's father who sat there with a look that was a mix of smugness and surprise. I wanted to march right over to him and slap that grin off his stupid face.

Instead I turned my attention to Harry, who was currently frozen still. His skin paled so much it could almost look like the color of a corpse. I felt a heavy weight settle upon my heart. How is this possible.

After mum got over her initial state of shock she cleared her throat.

"How is this possible? My client has clearly shown evidence of child abuse in those videos! Isn't it obvious this child isn't lying!" She yelled, pointing at Harry's frozen state.

I could tell she was angry, and that she was trying to hold it in as much as possible because If she couldn't keep her cool it would be considered unprofessional in court.

"I am not saying he is lying Mrs. Tomlinson." The judge spoke firmly, narrowing her eyes at mum. "The problem is the angles the videos were taken in covers their faces most of the time, and in the couple shots where the faces are visible the camera quality is blurry and we are unable to identify both of them."

My mums eyes widened in shock, as did mine. Fair enough the video weren't taken professionally or anything but how was Harry supposed to care about the setup if he knew his father was angry and about to beat him up!

My mum shook her head and looked down as she pinched the bridge of her nose, racking her brain for a solution.

After a moment of silence the judge cleared her throat again, bringing all of our attention back  to her.

"Mrs. Tomlinson, if you or your client cannot present us with more proof I am afraid we are unable to arrest Mr. Styles and your client who is still in the custody of his father will be forced to go back to live with him."

I gasped in horror in unison with my mum. Harry can't go back to live there. He just can't. Another heavy weight settled in me as the room fell silent. I couldn't loose him. I couldn't let him go back. But I didn't know what to do.

"So Mrs. Tomlinson do you have any last proof that can lead us to the conclusion of child abuse or not?" the judge asked impatiently."

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. My mum was silent, staring straight ahead.

"I have more proof." A small voice said.

I turned to look at Harry wide eyed, so did the rest of the room. He had tears brimming his eyes. The judge raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"I have scars..." he said hesitantly. Any confidence he had before was now gone.

Was he really doing this? The judge nodded, her head in thought.

"Alright... show us."

My breath hitched audibly in my throat and so did Harrys.

He brought his trembling hands to the front of his shirt and attempted to unbutton his shirt. However his hands were trembling so much he was unable to do so. He sighed in defeat.

I made my way in front of him and looked up into his eyes asking for permission. He nodded slowly.

I raised my hands and slowly started unbuttoning for him. When I reached the bottom button I held the two sides closed and looked back up at him. His eyes were filled with worry and uncertainty.

'I love you' I mouthed to him.

'I love you too' he mouthed back.

I slowly opened up the two sides revealing his scarred stomach and chest. I helped him take off the sleeves and backed away when he was completely shirtless. Everyone, including me took in the sight. Scars. Almost all of his skin had scars, some different than others. He had a couple bruises that were still healing, even though he hadn't been harmed in weeks. I couldn't imagine how they must've looked when they were formed.

At this point it was very obvious that he had been telling the truth. None of these looked even close to being self-inflicted.

Everyone in the room was silent and speechless for a minute or two.

After a while the judge cleared her throat.

"Mr. Tomlinson you may go back to your chair. Mr. Harry styles you are free to put your shirt back on."

She said something afterwards but I wasn't paying attention anymore. I made my way to my seat behind Harry and gasped at the sight of his back.

Just before he covered it up with his shirt I spotted a particular scar at the top of his back.

The word 'FAG' had been carved into his skin. I almost passed out. How could anyone be so cruel to my Harry. He was nothing but wonderful and amazing and the way his father treated him disgusted me to a level of disgust I didn't even know existed.

Everything that happened next seemed to go in slow motion.

Harry's father stood up violently from his chair and made a run for the door. Before he could reach it though he was stopped by 2 armed guards who grabbed him and managed to cuff him before he did anything else.

The judge was saying something that I can't even remember but as Harry's father was brought out of the room, yelling, still being held my 2 guards I ran in front of Harry again and flung my arms around Harry who immediately held me tight to him. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him. He didn't even need to hold me up by my thighs or my bum because I was clung to him so tightly. His hand reached up to the back of my head.

"Y-you're.. you're not di-disgusted?" he asked hesitantly. I was quick to shake my head.

"No!" I breathed out, "No, no of course not! You're beautiful... you're so beautiful Haz."

"Thank you baby..." he whispered.

He dropped me back to the floor but we stayed in each other embrace for a couple minutes after that.

"It's over right?" he asked me. I nodded.

"Yes..." I smiled to myself, "it's over. Its all over."

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THE END

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