Touch ▵ Harry Styles

twenty three.

The next two days were filled of much of the same. Harry ordering Bacca to stay in the crate, then I'd walk by and pet him, much to Harry's chagrin. Whenever Harry would let him out for the evenings, or during the day to walk the perimeter or eat, Bacca would be diligent in his job. That is, until he'd get near me. Then, he would roll onto his back, paws in the air and tongue out, waiting for belly rubs. 

Jamie was only there for the rest of the day Sunday, but he had plenty of entertainment from Harry and I's squabbles. He would grumble every time I gave Bacca attention, I would tell him to stop being a tit, and Jamie would squeal. I spent much of those two days confined to the couch or my bed, since Harry wouldn't let me walk more than two steps before he would scoop me up and carry me to wherever I was trying to go. Liam left that evening too, saying he was given three days off and would be back Wednesday morning before the trial hearing. 

On Monday, Harry had snapped a bit. I don't remember his exact words, possibly because I've started to tune him out when his voice reaches a certain octave or carries a certain tone. It was something along the lines of 'Stop touching the fucking dog, Katherine.' and telling me, once again, that I'm weakening my own protection and that this dog is for my protection. 

I didn't respond or fight with him that time. He had been a bit of a prick about my foot and I feel like he's constantly on the verge of calling me either useless or stupid. So I just ignored him, and went into my room for the remainder of the evening. 

We didn't talk all day Tuesday, and he didn't let Bacca out in the evening until I retired upstairs. I don't think he realized I could hear them playing together based on the sound of a ball rolling around. 

I had a call with Robert last night, running through questions to expect from the prosecution. We had done this before, months ago, and it wasn't much different from being interrogated by the police after the incident. 

Now, I'm sitting in the back of an SUV, dressed in exactly what I was told to wear. Something professional, but feminine to subconsciously bring out an 'emotional' side to the jury the second they see me. As if I need that, the second I describe what happened I can hardly imagine they'll have much trouble understanding the emotional trauma. 

Two SUV's had shown up this morning, and I was loaded into the one Liam had brought with him a few days prior, him driving and Harry sitting in the seat beside me. The other two SUV's split, one going ahead of us and one behind, following closely. We drove all the way to the court house in this arrangement, and 3 agents exited each once we arrived to surround the car. I heard Harry give orders, telling them to touch base with the agents already inside to make sure it's all clear. 

I had let myself zone out the second I saw reporters. There weren't too many, but enough to make me nervous when I saw their cameras. I think Harry had noticed. He made one too many glances at me while waiting for the all-clear to take me inside. Bacca rode in the ahead of us on the way here and was taking inside the sniff around, I presume, but I wish he was here. 

When we're told we can go inside, we do. I'm shuffled out of the vehicle and ushered inside surrounded by agents acting as walls around me. I hear the shouts from the reporters, asking questions regarding how I'm feeling about the trial thus far, as if I've had any media access to it. But they don't know that. So I keep my head down and push through, keeping my mind on the feeling of Harry's hand on the small of my back as he stays pressed against me from the side, the only agent touching me. 

Once inside, I notice how vastly different this scene is. Instead of hustling and bustling people going between judges chambers, prep rooms, and courtrooms, it was quiet. Only the sounds of the shoes of agents circling around, guarding every exit and entrance heavily can be heard once the court house doors close and the clicking of the cameras is silenced.