Something New // Niall Horan

Weasel

Cara's POV:

I couldn't believe Niall just did that. He'd just got himself arrested. Fucking arrested!

And for what?

For me.

Yeah, he's delusional. No guy would even go through the trouble of saying "hi" before, let alone get arrested for me.

Well, aside from Chris. But that went down the drain the instant he beat the living daylights out of me.

Niall's POV:

"Officer, Sir, may I have a word?" I said politely. I really didn't wanna piss him off.

I was sitting in a cell, on the foldout cot, a police officer on the other side of the bars, talking to me.

"Mr. Horan, I-"

"I'm a law major, sir, and I know my rights."

"Okay, what is it you'd like to tell me?"

"It has something to do with the way you escorted me here-"

"Are you saying that I did my job wrong?"

"Nothing like it, sir. But there is something you forgot to do, Officer...?"

"Mortenson." He scrunched his nose, making his moustache move.

"Well, Officer Mortenson, my friend Blake told you that Christopher," I used his full name to avoid confusion or casualty, "committed a crime by assaulting my girlfriend for no apparent reason. While one witness is enough for prosecution, a few people pointed to me, defending their friend. You should have arrested the real perpetrator, instead of listening to three or four. And, according to the criminal justice system, that is not permitted." I spoke officially and with confidence, just like I would have if I was in court.

"Mm," Officer Mortenson grunted. "You'll make a good lawyer someday, son."

~

After Officer Mortenson filed release papers, I was let go.

"Thank you for letting me speak, sir."

"You're very welcome, young man. Just make sure that next time you use that little talent of yours, it's condemning instead of defending. You could make a lot of investigators' jobs easier."

"Yes, sir," I nodded, dipping my head with respect.

Blake was waiting outside the station in his car.

As I slid into the passenger seat, I noticed another passenger in the back.

"Cara? Why'd you come?" I began to slip out of my current seat and attempted to walk around to sit next to her, but her icy tone stopped me.

"Don't sit beside me." She spat angrily.

"She's not joking, man." Blake warned.

I surrendered, going back to shotgun.
She must have been upset after what she's been through today.

After driving back to campus for a while in awkward silence, Blake spoke up.

"How'd you do it? How did you convince him to let you go?"

"A lawyer never reveals his secrets," I joked. Cara remained silent, wincing every time Blake's white sedan hit a bump.

We yet again sat in silence for a while.

"I bet you weaselled out of it," Cara surprised me by speaking up. Her voice was tired and beaten-down.

"Yeah, I did. But I'm a law major, close to being a lawyer. I'm doing well better and I'm not ashamed to tell people now. I realise now, that i'm good at it." I admitted. "Lawyer. Translations: creepiest, crawliest insect on earth; see weasel," I said as if quoting it from a dictionary.