The Prodigy (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Well I guess by now you've probably figured out that I’m a fighter. That’s right, a fighter. Yes, I am a girl, problem? Didn't think so. My name is Natasha but everyone calls me Nat or Natty for short. I’m 15 years old, turning 16 in a month. I know what you’re thinking, isn't she too young to be a fighter? The answer is no. You see I am a prodigy, ever since I was little I expressed an interest in fighting. I soon grew quite famous for my fighting skills,but recently I am on break from fighting. I just happened to run into 5 mysterious boys on my Starbucks run that will change my life forever.

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17. Court

It’s been a week since the incident and I am officially living with Anne, Harry’s mum. Everything seems to be okay for now. I am on anti-depressants still and I have nightmares still and I still have panic attacks and everything still hurts. Other than that I assume I’m fine. Anne is a lovely woman, she recently sent something to the government requesting for full custody. We have to go to court for that along for the case against my dad. Which the court day is for today. 
“Nat! Time to go!” Anne called to me from downstairs. 
“Alright coming!” I answered and rushed down the stairs and to the car followed by Harry, Anne and Robin. We all piled into the car and took off. 

We arrived at the court and headed inside. This is it, this is where I face my adopted dad again. As soon as walked in those doors I froze and started trembling, I am absolutely terrified. 
“It’s alright love, you’ll be fine.” Harry said reassuringly. He hugged me tight and held my hand as we continued walking towards the court room. My breath hitches at the sight of Andrew, my adopted dad. We take our seats and the trial begins. 
“How does the accused plead?” The judge asked. 
“People of the jury, my client; the accused Andrew Jones pleads not guilty to the charges of child abuse and domestic dispute.” Andrews lawyer said. 
“How does the plaintiff care to support the accused or plead against?” the judge asked my lawyer. 
“The defendant would like to plead against the accused.” 
“Care to support your plead with evidence.” 
“Your honor, the evidence is on the body of the plaintiff.” 
“Very well. Court is paused until the evidence is examined in another room.” The judge stated and I was told to rise from my seat and go to a back room and lift my shirt and show any signs of abuse. With that the judge’s breath became uneven and I was told to go back to my seat. 
“Court is back in session. The plaintiff’s evidence has been accepted. Would the accused care to comment or change plead at this time?” 
“Your honor, the accused would like to stay with the plea of not guilty and would like to make a statement at this time.”
“Very well then, continue.”
“That brat of mine had every right to be beaten! She is a no good slut! She is so pathetic. Did she tell you she ran away?! Did she tell you she is ruining my marriage!? That bitch should be the one rotting in jail not me!” Andrew screamed. 
“The court has come to a decision. Andrew Jones is being sentenced to 20 years in federal prison with no parole option and full custody is granted to Anne Styles. Court Dismissed. Security, take him away.” With that court was over and I was officially Natasha Styles. 

“Where’s my new wonderful little sister at?” Harry said joking around as soon as court was over and Anne and I signed some custody papers. 
“Over hurrr!” I yelled in a funny accent. 
“Well that is certainly an interesting voice. I think your American side is taking over again.” Harry said winking. 
“You are certainly correct curly stew,” I said winking back; which looked more like a face twitch since I am a fail at winking. Harry noticed my fail and laughed. “It’s not that funny!” I defended.
“But it is,”
“But it isn’t”
“But it really is”
“But it really isn’t”
“Hate to tell you this but it is”
“Hate to tell you this but it isn’t”
“Oh really?”
“Really.” I replied and Harry then tried imitate the face I made and I finally got the point of how funny it was. 

Harry and I have been getting along great as brother and sister, Gemma is an amazing older sister as well. She is always there to help me with my hair and pick out clothes and other girly things. Which is such a relief cause it was either her or the SassMaster from Doncaster; who by the way is 50% sass and 50% ass. I actually ended up looking up all of the boys one night cause I was bored and here was Louis’s definition: 
He is the Sassmaster from the diamond studded land of Doncaster. And if you give that bitch a carrot he will turn around and slap with with his Gucci handbag and make you look at his Kardashian ass as he sashays away. And we all know he could've worked the Pussy Magnet.
Louis Tomlinson? He doesn't need an example, because every bitch knows who he is.

This is what this world has come to, and I love every second of it. You should have seen Louis’s face when he saw it! Anyway, today we are all just hanging around having a movie night; Harry’s idea. I was already in a pair of 1D jammies and wearing a pair of Stompeez cause those things are the best fucking things in the world. As I was walking down the stairs the door flew open and in walked the boys.

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