I was stuck in my thoughts on how I was going to explain that picture to the judge.

There is basically no excuse I can you to get me off the hook. I couldn't say that wasn't me in the picture because it looked exactly like me!

How the fuck did she get it?

I was immediately snapped out my thoughts when the judge called my name once again. "Ms. Keith!" She yelled loudly.

"Yes ms...." I wasn't good with remembering names so I just called her miss.

"Do you care to explain? Now I know this is defiantly you so I don't want to hear that old excuse I hear all the time! Okay!?" I let her words sink on as I nod my head up and down slowly keeping my eyes steady on the judge.

As much as I want to curse her the fuck out and slap her, I can't. She has way to much control over me right now and I'm not trying to get on her bad side.

"I'm waiting......." She taps her pen on the Wooden desk she was siting at.

My eyes nervously scanned the room as I bit down on my bottom lip. Everyone eyes were on me even Harry's.

"Oh yes, um......... Erma....... Yeah..... Um...." I just let it go...

"Yup that was me a few nights ago. I was partying with my friends and I guess it go to much to handle." My eyes met my hands that were fiddling with the black pen I was holding.

I always had a problem with looking some one in the eye after I did something I was ashamed of. Especially this fucking judge! Every time I look in her eyes she seems to burn holes through me! Her eyes were like daggers!

"And you were smoking.... Pot?" I didn't remember myself smoking pot but I looked pretty damn high in the picture and I had a pipe in my hand so, I must have been.

"Yup." I popped the "p." Her eyes were locked on mine as she threw her pen on the desk in frustration.

"Do you even want custody of your daughter Ms. Keith?" She leaned her elbows on the desk while her head was held up by her hand.

"Of course!" I said more rudely then I wanted to! Why the fuck would I even be here if I didn't want custody on Ema!

"Then why do you continue to excuse my language .... But fuck up?" Whoa... Never heard her curse before.

In my mind I was contemplating on what I should say but there wasn't a correct answer for that question. I've fucked up.

Big time.

"I don't know." I whispered more to myself then to the judge. She held her hand behind her ear wanting me to say it louder so she was able to hear.

"I don't know!" I yelled. She wrote something in that fucking notebook of hers and mumbled something under her breath. I knew it wasn't good so I didn't bother to ask her to repeat what she said. I probably didn't even want to hear it.

"I'm getting real sick and tired of this! I mind as well give full custody to Harry if your going to act so in mature about this!"

The thought of Harry having full custody shattered my heart into a million pieces! Ema's my only reason for living and without her..... Well, I have no reason.

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"Alright, now I would like to hear about this incident with Mr. Lowery and Ms. Ema?" By the sound of his name made my hands fist.

That sick stupid cunt is the reason why we're hear in the fist place!

"Ms, Keith, would you come to the stand please?" I got up from my seat and walked slowly to the stand taking the seat and the oath.

"Now, let's start from the beginning. Who was Mr. Lowery to you?"

"A friend." I didn't have to say anymore because that was it. Rashon was only a friend and when we would kiss and all that lovey dovey shit felt weird.

"And that's it?" She flipped through a stack of papers.

"Yes in deed." You can say I was being smart with her but I really wasn't in the mood for her bullshit anymore.

"Well, according to Mr. Lowery, you guys were more. He said that the both of you were in a current relationship at the time and you knew about this all along. The reason why was because....." She flipped to the next paper.

"Because he said he would watch Ema for free if you let him, you know... To Ema." Is Rashon fucking kidding Me? He's really going to say that?

"No that's not true." I wasn't nervous because I know for a fact that I didn't know anything about that. My eyes watched the judge as she wrote something in that notebook once again.

"Did Ema act any differently at the beginning stages on this incident?" My heart still feels so guilty about that. As a mother I'm suppose to provide and protect my child and I can't even do that because I'm so fucking stupid!

A tear rolled down my cheek as I remember Those moments I would shrug it off when Ema acted differently.

"I should have known." I whispered to myself.

"Should have known what Ms. Keith?" Shit, she heard me.

"I should have known something was wrong. Ema just wasn't the same. Her smile was fake, she laugh, she hugged me a bit tighter at night, the way her little body would tremble when she was around Rashon. I just should have know."

Tears stained my cheeks every time I blinked. The tears rolled down freely as I just let it out In front of the judge and Harry.

"So she did act differently and you just, let it go?" Her voice was very low aiming just toward me not for Harry and everyone else to hear.

"Yes! I know I- I- I'm such a bad mother! I don't deserve Ema!!" I sobbed continuously into the tissue that the judge had handed me.

( Harry's POV)

My heart softened as I watched Taylor cry on the stand. I hated to see her cry and I've always did. But as much as I wanted to run up there, hug her and whisper calm things ink her ear, I knew she would have rejected me.

"Your allowed to go to the bathroom Ms. Keith if you want to to clean yourself up." The judge said.

My eyes never left Taylor as she got up from the stand and walked straight passed me. Her eyes made contact with mine for a split second before she immediately looked away.

Ema had eyes just like her mother. As much as anyone would say it was the other way around, it wasn't. I decided to text Lou and ask him how my princess was doing.

Harry: how's Ema doing?

I bought Ema some toys and coloring books just in case she gets bored when I leave for whenever.

Lou: good. She stopped crying and now she sleeping.

how did Lou do it? I've been trying to get Ema to stop crying for the longest!

( Taylor's POV)

I removed the towel off the rack and dried my face with it. I had just run cold water on my face to remove the messy mascara from my cheeks.

I took a moment and stared at myself in the mirror. I look different. Emotionally and physically.

But I feel more...... Free and confident? Yeah those are the right words.

I feel more free. I haven't felt this way in a while, before I had Ema,

I fixed up my makeup and lip gloss and headed back into the court room.



The he courtroom was very silent unless from the two security guards chatting with each other. I made my way back next to my lawyer trying to avoid as much eye contact I was able to with anybody. Especially Harry.

"Are you better now Ms. Keith?"

"Yes. Thank you got asking." I didn't bother looking up at her. I know my eyes are still red and puffy from me crying just a few moments ago,

"now before we leave I just want to go over something with you Mr. Styles."

"Go ahead." Harry said.

"Well, I'm going to need you to get a little apartment for now since your going to be in England for a while dealing with this custody battle. And I think it's best that you live in a small apartment rather then a hotel room." My eyes snap at Harry who just nodded his head up and down.

I could definitely tell her was holding back his younger by the way he looked down and scrambled his hands through his messy curls. It was very noticeable.

It was very quite in the court room until the judge finally spoke up.

"all of you are dismissed until next week, I'll give you a call for you can know when the date is exactly. Until next time have a good week."

I gathered red up all my bags and papers quickly trying to avoid any contact I was to have with Harry. I didn't feel like his bullshit today so the best way is to, not even go near him.


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My legs sluggishly walk up the stairs to my apartment.

God knows I hate this apartment. Ever since the incident I've dreading it.

My my hands shuffle through my purse to find my house keys so I could open the door. Once I found what I was looking for, I looked up from my bag to see a yellow sticky note on my door with a single rose attached to it.

Huh?

I pulled led the sticky note off the door and began reading it.

Taylor,
I miss you. A lot and I want to see you. Maybe tonight? On a date? I'll pick you up at 7 so be ready❤️,
Terrell

I smile widely to myself as I remove the rose and bring it up to my nose taking a wif of the beautiful smell.







I guess I have a date.

Notes

Like? Aw Taylor's going on a date with TERRELL!

Harry or terrell? Pick

and....

Harry or taylor? Pick

there red will be more this weeknd! Since it's raining like crazy and I'm stuck in the house! YAY ME!