Harry took the stand and after he was sworn in, Nathan began his questioning.

"Please state your full name and age for the court."

"Harry Edward Styles. I'm 21."

"When did you turn 21?" Nathan asked.

"February first of this year," Harry answered.

"Did you have a good birthday celebration?" Nathan asked.

"Yes, thank you. It was lovely."

"How many presents did you get?" Nathan asked.

Samuel Klinefeld, the defense attorney, stood and said, "Objection, your honor, how is this relevant?"

Judge answered, "Sustained. Mr. Greenwood, please get to the point." As if the rest of us didn't know where he was going with this. He had said it in his opening statement!

Nathan continued, "How many times did you celebrate your birthdays before this one?"

"I...I don't exactly remember," Harry said. "Maybe one or two. I was very little."

"What about Christmas?" Nathan asked. "Surely you remember getting lots of presents every Christmas."

I could see Klinefeld fidgeting in his seat but he knew what Nathan was doing; he was trying to lay the groundwork for the neglect that Harry had suffered while under Theodore's care.

"A few of my nannies gave me Christmas presents, I think," he answered.

"Did you ever get a Christmas present from Theodore Blake?"

"Not that I can remember," He answered.

Klinefeld stood up and objected again. "Your honor, how is this relevant?" He whined. He literally whined.

Judge Stoneridge answered, "Sustained. Please move on, counselor."

I huffed in frustration. Between whiny-pants Klinefeld and a judge who didn't want to hear testimony about the actual case, I was already frustrated and we were only an hour into the trial. Klinefeld had to know very well why Nathan was asking those questions, but he didn't want the jury to hear it.

Nathan moved on swiftly, as if he hadn't been interrupted at all. "Harry, can you please describe your childhood?"

"I honestly don't...don't remember a lot. It seems kind of blurry. And it all seems the same."

"Can you clarify?" Nathan asked. "What do you mean by it all seems the same?"

Harry was getting flustered and I tried to make eye contact to give him a reassuring glance but he didn't look up. It looked like he was starting to retreat into his childlike shell; I knew he didn't like trying to remember that time in his life because he literally couldn't remember.

Finally, he spoke. "I mean that everything seemed the same. I watched all the same TV shows over and over again. I listened to the same twenty music CD's. I did the same school work over and over again. Until Jules came. The rest is really foggy and I have a hard time remembering much of anything else."

"Do you remember taking a lot of pills?" Nathan questioned.

"Yes, every day at breakfast lunch and dinner, I took a lot of pills."

"Can you tell the people of the court how many?" Nathan wondered.

Harry thought for a long time, doing some mental math. I answered the question in my head before he did. He took 17 pills a day when I first arrived. Harry answered, "Twelve or fifteen maybe. Like three or four at every meal and then some more at bedtime."

"How did you feel after you took your pills?"

"Okay," he shrugged. "Sometimes okay, sometimes sleepy, sometimes like I was floating or in a dream world where everything looked blurry."

Nathan returned to his table and took a sheet of paper and handed it to the judge. "Your honor, this a is a report from Vancouver Central Pharmacy listing every drug that was prescribed to Harry Styles over the past six years. There are nine different anxiety medications, seven different antipsychotic medications, and twelve different kinds of sleeping pills. These are all classified as Central Nervous System drugs, or CNS drugs. As the name suggests, these drugs work by directly manipulating the Central Nervous System.

"According to the Food and Drug Act, taking too many of these drugs can cause respiratory depression, irregular heart rate, unconsciousness and even heart failure. That's why the FDA strongly suggests that providers limit the use of these drugs to a maximum of three at any given time. There were times that Harry was taking six CNS drugs at a time. And while he was under Juliette's care, Theodore added a seventh. Luckily Juliette was wise enough to check out the medication before following through."

Klinefeld looked like he wanted to object again, almost bouncing out of his seat, but he refrained.

Nathan asked, "Do you ever remember a doctor diagnosing you with pyschosis, or telling you that you had psychosis?"

"No," Harry answered.

"Schizophrenia?"

"No."

"Bipolar disorder?"

"No."

"Depression?"

"No."

Nathan turned and addressed the jury. "Ladies and gentlemen, why would Harry need to take these medications if he had none of the symptoms or disorders that they were typically used to treat?"

Klinefeld let out an obnoxious sigh. "Your honor, how would the jury know the answer to that question?"

I almost laughed out loud when Nathan retorted, "It's a rhetorical question, asked in order to produce an effect or to make a statement rather than to elicit information. I'm surprised that a man as educated as yourself didn't know that." A few of the jurors chuckled.

Nathan turned to Harry and continued, "Harry, did you ever meet with a specialist? Like someone who came to the house to talk about your intellectual disability? Maybe a special teacher who helped you to understand certain concepts in school? Someone who helped you learn how to deal with frustration in a positive way?"

"No," Harry answered flatly.

"Did you go out to play groups or parks with your nannies?"

"No," Harry answered again.

"You were taking so many medications. You must have seen doctors regularly to talk about your condition and for them to make sure that you were doing well. How many times a month did you see a doctor?"

"I...I didn't see a doctor."

"What about Dr. Benjamin Blake? He is listed as the prescriber on all the medications that you took for the last six years. How many times did you see him?"

He shook his head, getting frustrated. "He...I think I met him when I was young, like twelve or thirteen. And then again after Juliette and I tried to escape."

"Did you even know what kinds of medications you were taking?" Nathan answered.

"No," Harry said. "Not until Juliette told me."

"Harry, I have one final question for now. Was there ever a time that you felt like something just wasn't right about your life? Like something was missing? That you had been treated unfairly or maybe that you weren't being given a chance to reach your full potential?"

Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip. Then he answered, opening his eyes again. "Yes. Every day. I mean, I don't think I knew enough about life to know what was missing exactly, but I knew something wasn't right. I would never have been able to put it into words until Juliette came and actually talked to me and listened to me like I was an adult. She helped me to find the words I needed," he said with a warm smile.

"Your honor," Nathan said, "I have no further questions at this time."

Judge Stoneridge nodded and said, "Defense, would you like to cross examine?"

Of course, Klinefeld was on his feet before the judge even asked. He strolled over to Harry and said, "It's nice to meet you, Harry. I'm Samuel Klinefeld."

"Nice to meet you," Harry replied.

"And how old did you say you are?" Samuel asked.

"Twenty-one."

"How old were you before that?" Samuel asked.

I wished I could object. Did he think Harry couldn't do math? 

"Twenty," Harry answered.

"When Juliette arrived in June of 2017, how old did you think you were?" Samuel asked.

"I thought I was seventeen."

"Interesting," Samuel mused. "How could a twenty-year-old man not know how old he really is?"

"Theodore never celebrated my birthday," Harry mumbled.

"Well at some point, you must have known you turned seventeen because you knew you were seventeen," Samuel said. "So you just thought three years went by without getting older?"

Harry shrunk a little, looking around uncertainly. "I...I don't know."

"And when you say Theodore never celebrated your birthday, why is it that you have the birthday gifts he gave you each year?" Samuel pulled out a piece of paper. "When you were thirteen, Theodore gave you a Lego set, the Tower of London. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, but-"

"When you were fourteen, he gave you the Thomas the Tank Engine train table with all the trains, is that correct?"

"Yes, but he-"

Klinefeld cut him off again. "For your sixteenth, he bought new television set and twenty movies on DVD."

"Yes," Harry said, now looking defeated.

"Seventeen, he gave you a different Lego set, the Eiffel Tower," Samuel read. Harry just nodded. "Eighteen, he bought you a stereo with a CD player and several classical music CD's."

"I didn't-" Harry began but again Samuel didn't let him speak.

"Nineteen, he gave you a suit, two sweaters and three pairs of jeans." Samuel looked pointedly at Harry. "And at age twenty, he put a flat screen TV in your bedroom. So why is it that you say Theodore never celebrated your birthday?"

Nathan stood up and practically shouted, "Objection. The defense previously deemed this line of questioning was irrelevant."

The judge gave him a cold look and said, "Overruled. Counselor, continue your questioning."

Samuel looked intently at Harry and said, "Theodore gave you some very nice gifts and yet you say he never celebrated your birthday. Why is that?"

Harry looked hurt and confused and I wished I could go to him and hold his hand. He glanced at me and I mouthed out, I love you, which made him smile a little.

"H...he didn't wrap them and the nannies just gave them to me," Harry said. "They never said they were for my birthday."

"You never thought to ask why you were receiving such nice gifts?" Samuel asked in a mocking tone of voice.

"No, I just got them sometimes," Harry said softly.

"So Theodore gave you nice things, always made sure you had food and nice clothing and your suite was outfitted with top of the line furnishings, yet you're saying he neglected you?"

Harry frowned and muttered, "He didn't love me."

"Well, in a court of law, I can't exactly prove that Theodore loved you. But someone who is willing to go to that much trouble for your happiness and well-being, well I'd say he must have cared about you to some extent. And yet at age twenty, you didn't know how old you were, you didn't know how to speak in a mature, grammatically correct way, you didn't think to ask why you were getting such lovely gifts, and you still read first-grade books over and over. Someone with intellectual disability is often unable to grasp the fundamentals."

"Objection!" Shouted Nathan. "Your honor, Harry's intellectual integrity is not on trial here. I have a doctor's report stating that not only does Harry show no signs of intellectual disability, he actually has a superior intellect!"

The judge motioned for Nathan to bring him the report. I caught Harry's eye again and tried my best to encourage him from across the room.

"Your honor," Nathan continued, loudly enough for the jury to hear, "Harry is not now, nor has he ever been proven intellectually disabled."

The judge continued reading for several minutes and he finally said, "As of this time, Harry Styles is to be deemed a competent, mentally mature adult. Does the defense have any further questions?"

"Just one more," Klinefeld answered. "Harry, you said you didn't know how old you were until Juliette arrived. And that you didn't realize 'what you were missing' until she came to be your nanny. Do you think it's possible that she manipulated you? You don't remember being unhappy before that. Maybe she messed with your head a little to cause you to be unhappy?"

I could tell from Nathan's stance that he was going to object; hell, all of us in the courtroom wanted to object to this man's asinine questions. But Harry gained a streak of confidence and answered strongly. "No! That never occurred to me. Because, as you stated, at twenty years old, I should have been able to speak correctly and make my own decisions. But due to Theodore's neglect - actually due to his absolute hatred for me - I never learned the fundamentals of life until Juliette noticed how I was being treated and helped me to get out of my drug-induced oppression."

Klinefeld just stood there with a sarcastic smirk while Nathan's smile was a bit more triumphant.

"Counselor, do you have any more questions?" The judge asked.

Not at this time," Klinefeld said, that idiotic smile still plastered on his face. He couldn't attack Harry anymore on the grounds of being disabled, but the damage was already done, causing the jury to question Harry's mental state, even after Harry spoke in his own defense.

Luckily, it was time for a lunch break. I gathered my withering man in my arms and whispered in his ear, "I love you so much. You did a great job." He perked up and kissed my cheek. As we exited the courtroom, Nathan asked us to meet with him for a few moments before getting our lunch.

We followed him into a private room, along with Anne and Clive. There he introduced us to three women whose names sunk into my brain slowly. "I'd like you all to meet Kim Johnson, Amy Waldron, and Sarah Fountain," Nathan said. "Of course, Harry you know these lovely ladies. And Clive you must remember them as well." Clive nodded and Harry looked at his nannies shyly.

Kim, a small woman with a round face and bright brown eyes, stepped forward and hugged him. "Harry, you've grown up so much!" She exclaimed.

"Thank you," he said, exhibiting that shy smile. "Juliette, this is Kim, and Sarah, and Amy," he told me. "Sarah was my nanny before Kim. And Amy," he looked at her to fill in the blank. "It's been a long time since I've seen you," he said.

She told him, "I was with you for two years," she smiled. "From 2010-2012."

"Did you ever suspect anything was off with the way Harry acted or was treated?" I asked all of them.

Amy was a bit older, probably in her late 40's with graying hair. She answered that she didn't realize it at first, but when Theodore kept making her do the same lessons over and over again, she questioned him and he threatened her. He also tried to seduce her and threatened to rape her if she didn't succumb to him willingly. I was shocked. Why hadn't she said anything before now? I remembered just then that Harry had told me that Amy was the one who told him not to ask about his private parts anymore. I remembered being so angry with his previous nannies who mistreated him, but I wondered if some of their mistreatment was due to the stress of working for Theodore. Clearly he'd been enough of a hard ass that none of these women wanted to cross him, and they obviously didn't want anything to do with him after they left.

Sarah grinned and said, "Harry always used to tell me that he was excited to grow up. And look at you now, Harry. You've really come a long way. I'm so proud of you." I loved to see him blush with pride the way he was doing now.

"And you were his nanny?" Sarah asked me. "Well, until all this happened? I can't believe everything you went through. I'm so sorry."

"Thank you," I said. "Yes, I was hired as his nanny but I figured out pretty quickly that he wasn't intellectually disabled." I wanted to make a point there about how any of them, if they had any brains, should have noticed, too, but I didn't want to make any more enemies. They were here to testify against Theodore and that made them my allies.

"And now we're getting married," Harry said gleefully.

"What?!" The three of them gasped in unison. "Aww, that's so sweet," Sarah said, and the other two agreed. "When?"

"After the trial and we have all the immigration papers and other things signed." I squeezed Harry's hand. "No date set yet, but we'll just focus on getting through this first. So you don't think it's creepy?" I laughed. "I'm only three years older than him anyway but it feels a little awkward because when I first took the job at least, I thought he was going to be a kid."

"Not creepy at all," Kim smiled. "I always knew Harry would be a heartbreaker." Then she looked at Harry and asked, "Harry, you charmer. How did you manage that?"

He looked at me and smiled his most spectacular smile. "After all this time, Juliette discovered who I really was."

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