I walk out of the store and these two guys bump into me.
"Here! Have this!" One of them said handing me an empty spray paint bottle.
I was tackled by a policeman telling me "I have the right to remain silent" and blah blah blah. I was shoved-literally shoved- into a police car.
Great. Now I'm going to jail for a crime I didn't do.
"You know its a felany to vandalize public property?" He asked as he pushed me into my temporary cell.
"You'll be assigned a cell tomorrow. For now, go and have lunch" the guard said about 10 minutes later as he let me out.
"Can I sit?" I asked two guys sitting at a table.
"Don't matter to me" a blonde boy said. You could tell he was irish by the way that he talked.
I sat down and started to eat a sandwich.
"So what cell you in?" A dark haired boy asked.
"I just got in. I'm not assigned a cell till' tomorrow" I said.
I noticed a pair of eyes staring at me.
"Um...guys who is that guy staring at me?" I asked nervously.
Cody's -the blonde boy- eyes widened.
"Oh...that's Harry...Harry Styles...you dont wanna get messed with him" Drew -the dark haired boy- said.
"Why?" I asked tilting my head slightly.
"He's in for a load of stuff..rape, murder, weed, and stuff you don't wanna know mate" Drew said leaning in a bit.
I looked over at him and he was still staring at me. I waved faintly and have him a smile. He just looked down. Okay?
"Guys Styles doesn't have a cell mate" Cody spoke up.
"Watch your back mate" Drew said getting up, Cody following.
"Bye" I called after them.
I got guided to my temporary cell and sat on the uncomfortable bed. I drifted off to sleep, afraid of tomorrow.