I was alone in this small room, so small that my claustrophobia was starting to kick in. I hated being in small spaces like this. The worn down bed had a thin, manky blanket on it, not warm enough to keep you warm in the cold nights. I bet you the mattress cover has never been changed at all; imagine all of those filthy people sleeping in it. It made me cringe, and right then I decided I wasn't going to sleep there, but on the floor.
The worst thing for me is the toilet. All of the bacteria and dirt surrounding it made this area look like it had some sort of sewer problem, which it probably does because the guards don't really care for the health of the jailers. They just expect them to sit there and die, then take their body out and put a new prisoner into it. Disgusting, isn't it.
I think of all my friends from back home, how happy they would be, because they don't have a fucking clue that I got put into jail. They wouldn't care, though. Those aren't my real friends. My real friends are Louis, Zayn, Liam and Harry. Harry. Just the thought of him makes my heart skip a beat. Oh, I miss him so much. I miss his emerald eyes, the way they shone as the looked up at me. I miss his curls and the way they brushed over his perfect skin. I miss his dimples. I miss everything of him. I just miss him. I wish I was with him now, to tell him how much I loved him. But anyway, I am going to tell him. Because I want to spending the rest of my life with him, no matter how many people disagree.
But at least I know I'll only be I'm here for a week or so, so I don't have to worry about not seeing any one important again. I just can't wait until the day I get released, and I can tell Harry about how much I love him, hopefully he'll except it, and we can live happily ever after, just like the fairy tails, although it wouldn't be a fairy tale because it will be our own tale, not anyone else to know about, just me and Harry, that's it. No one will know what we do. It will be our little secret.
The sound of the heavy gates opening and keys rattling echoed through the room, making me jump. It stood up from the floor, and walked towards the bars that were trapping me from the outside world. I curled my hands against the bar and lent my head against it. I'm such an idiot! I deserve to be locked up for the rest of my life. But then I won't ever see him beautiful face again. And just then, a guard walked past me cell, giving me a dirty look and looking me up and down as if I was nothing.
"You should be happy that you're not being locked up for the rest of your life" he growled at me, giving me that same dirty look just like before.
"I deserve to" I replied, looking up to his fierce eyes. He chuckled under his breath, before leaning closer to me in front of the bars.
Whispering sharply, he said, "Listen son, what you did was a bad thing, you nearly killed person, and not only yourself. Drink driving is a really serious case, and it causes a lot of injuries. You're lucky that you and that lad didn't have any really bad injuries, apart from the odd broken bone"
I thought about all the injuries I had caused Harry; his broken leg, broken arm. He must be very hurt. I'm actually quite surprised he came to my hospital room, having to walk the whole way would of been really pain full!
"He's been strong through it all," I answered, looking down at my feet shamelessly. I now feel horrible for all the pain I put Harry thought, because I was only thinking about how much I loved him, that I didn't really realize how much pain he was I. "I'm a horrible person, really" a tear slid down my cheek.
"You sort you're problems out, son. I'm not here to comfort you. I'm here to make sure you, and as all the other jailers, stay in there cells and don't get away," he snarled, starting to walk away from my cell. He walked down the small corridor and turned out of the door at the end locking it with his keys.
I wanted to punch a wall so much right now. I was so annoyed with everything. That guard had just made my day even worse. Why can't I just be lying next to Harry in a warm cozy bed, with my arms wrapped around his waist and his head in my chest? Is that really to hard to ask for? Instead, I'm stuck in this unpleasant cell, with a horrible bed.
"What are we going to tell him?" I heard Liam whispering as I opened my eyes to the bright light. The room was full with broad daylight from outside the window.
"Tell him the truth" an unrecognized voice whispered. I've never heard that voice before. Why were they whispering? I lay-ed in the bed, with my back facing them, listening to their conversation. The word 'he' was repeated a lot; I wasn't sure who they were talking about, and I was eager to find out.
It got to the point where I was getting bored just listening to their conversation, so I went to sit up from the bed, but something was caught to my head.
What the fuck?
I pulled again and again but it wouldn't come lose. Why the hell is this thing on my head?
"Harry, careful!" Liam screeched, running over to me and pushing my back down on the bed beneath me with my shoulders.
"What the hell is this, Liam?" I pointed to the thing on top of my head, still unaware of what it was.
He let out a breath and sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand through his hair. I could tell something was wrong; I could see it in his eyes.
"What?" I begged him to tell me. He sat there looking at the floor with his arms crossed.
Finally, he spoke, "Does your head fell OK, Harry?" he said seriously, shifting his body so he was facing me. Is he alright?
"What do you mean, Liam. My head feels fine" I argued, knitting my eyebrows together. I was really confused right now and wanted to know more. "Liam, answer me" I was getting annoyed right now.
"I was just wondering," he finally said, standing up from the bed and walking towards to window. I could tell he was hiding something by the way he looked, but I didn't want to bug him.
There was a young man standing in the corner of the room, probably at least 25 years old; I guess he was the guy who was talking to Liam.
"So em, how was your sleep?" Liam asked, turning away from the window and looking directly at me.
The things he was saying were so random and strange and were making me feel confused, "Alright" I replied, leaning against the head board.
He nodded, "Good"
''Have you been here since we got here"
He nodded again, "Every second,"
I was grateful for Liam doing that; it shows how much of a good friend he was. "I haven't left your sight, nor Niall's, because I've been too worried about you both" my heart fluttered at the sound of Niall's name.
"Eh, thanks man" I thanked him, giving him a half smile. He returned it, and turned back around to face the window.
My heart was still fluttering now from Niall's name being said. I want him so badly, it's like it's turning into an addiction. He's my addiction. And I want to tell him that, and tell him how much he means to me.
* HIII SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER SUCKS I HAD TO WRITE IT REALLY QUICKLY BECAUSE I HAVEN'T HAD CHANCE TO EDIT AND STUFF THIS WEEK. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT! THANKS FOR READING <3 *