we sit in the middle of my living room floor across from each other cross legged. she's scooping up chinese with her chop sticks, and i'm telling an elaborate story. she laughs, her nose scrunching up as her hand goes to her mouth attempting to cover it. i can't stop staring at her smile. she tucks a piece of stray hair from her braids behind her ear, and smiles asking why i'm staring. i want to tell her how my heart races, my hands are sweaty, and my thoughts run wild about the beautiful being in front of me but i just tell her i love her, and she tells me she loves me.
i'm ripped to reality as the judge calls my name impatiently. i walk to the stand, my hands shaking in the handcuffs.
"Harry Styles, the jury has come to a decision in case 10927: Harry Styles versus Sandbrook Highschool on the sexual assault slash sexual relationship with Harper Micheals
