“Alright, I take it you don’t have any drugs, weapons or other contraband items on you?”
Looking at the police officer standing infront of me I shook my head slowly. I don’t know where he thought I’d be hiding something, I was naked. Freezing cold, totally embarrassed and completely naked. Covering my junk with my hands I watched as the man with the porno mustache infront of me, looked me up and down.
“You sure?”
“Positive.” I replied.
“I asked you a question inmate.” The man barked, “I expect an answer, none of your free man, lap.”
Biting my tongue I looked down.
“Now let me try again.” The man sighed, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I muttered.
“Yes what?” he pressed.
“Yes sir.” I grumbled.
Nodding, the officer hooked his thumbs in his belt.
“Let’s just make sure shall we?” he chuckled, “Squat and cough.”
“What?” I gasped.
“I’m sorry.” He spat, “Did I stutter inmate?”
“No sir.” I said slowly.
“I didn’t think so.” He snapped, “Now squat.”
Taking a shaky breath I slowly lowered towards the ground until I was crouched in a nightmarishly vulnerable squat.
“Ladies and gentleman he can be taught.” The officer grumbled, pulling on a pair of latex gloves, “Now, cough.”
I won't get into what happened after that, mainly because I'm trying to forget it, so I'll just skip through the boring stuff and jump to where things got intresting.
After being suited up in an orange jumpsuit I was handcuffed, handed a bundle of bedding and sent outside to where a van was idling.
Climbing into the backseat I watched as a guy with a head of dark curly hair which was done up in a bun on the top of his head flipped through a bridal magazine.
"What do you think." he said slowly, "August or March?"
"For what?" I questioned.
Turning around the green eyed guy smiled at me, "My wedding."
"You're getting married?" I asked.
"Yeah." he laughed.
"When?" I questioned.
"When I get out." he replied.
"How long are you in for?" I asked.
"Six years." he answered, "But I've already got one and a half done so that's just f....fi...four....um..."
"Four and a half?" I offered.
"Yes, thank you." he laughed.
"What are you in for?" I asked.
"It's a long story." he laughed nervously, "A misunderstanding, some real Shakespearean drama type stuff, it'd bore you."
I nodded slowly.
"So back to my questioned." he said slowly, "August or March? Or February...Valentines day! Oh my God that would so great wouldn't it! A valentines day wedding!"
"I guess." I replied, personally finding the idea of Valentines day weddings to be cheesy, "What does your fiance want?"
"Don't know." he laughed, "He isn't into all that stuff.... Which is why I'm planning it."
"He?"
"Yeah." he breathed, "Ryan. He is so dreamy, Like literally, I dream about him at night."
"Congratulations." I said awkwardly.
"Thanks." he laughed, closing his magazine, "I'm Styles. Well, Harry, but this is prison and we go by our last names so Styles."
"I'm Hemmings." I greeted, "Luke Hemmings."
"Hemmings." he said slowly, "Hemmings... Your name sounds familiar....Uh.... Oh! I know! Oh my goodness! Your Dad is the mayor!"
"Yeah." I mumbled.
"Oohhhh." Harry breathed, "Daddy must not be too happy with you, what did you do?"
"Nothing." I replied.
"Yeah." a guy with blue hair laughed entering the bus and sitting down as far away from me as humanly possible, "Me too."
"Someone's grumpy." Harry laughed.
"I just got arrested." the guy spat, "I'm sorry I'm not doing cartwheels."
"You have a name blue balls?" Harry questioned.
"Michael." the guy grumbled.
"Your last time." I offered timidly.
"Clifford." he snapped.
"Nice to meet you Clifford." Harry greeted, saluting, "Welcome to prison."
"Welcome to hell more like it." another guy muttered climbing on the bus.
"Hi!" Harry said pleasantly, "I'm Styles, This is Hemmings and that's Clifford."
"Hood." the guy mumbled, running his fingertips though his hair as he sat down in between MIchael and I, "Calum Hood."
"What are you in for, Hood, Calum Hood?" Harry questioned.
"House invasion." Calum mumbled, "And um... one other thing."
"oooh is it juicy?" Harry breathed, "Spill it, I won't tell."
Playing with his fingertips, Calum looked down, "Homicide."
My eyes widening, I took a small scoot away from Calum and out of the corner of my eye saw Michael do the same.
"Ohhh damn." Harry cried, "Can either of you top that?"
Hastily I shook my head as did Micheal.
"It's been a while since we got a murderer." Harry babbled, "That's cool. Not for whoever you killed of course, but in here it definitely gives you a bit of street cred."
Suddenly the door slid open noisily.
Startled I looked up and watched as a guy shuffled forward with his head down, his dirty blonde curls hiding his face.
"Welcome to the S.S Styles!" harry greated, beeping the horn, "What's your name."
"Ashton." an all too familiar voice replied.
And then he was looking up, his hazel eyes locking with mine and widening.
"You." I whispered, "WH-what are you doing here?"
"Aww you two know each other!" Harry breathed, "That's fun I didn't know anybody when I got here."
"I could ask you the same thing." Ashton said slowly, ignoring Harry.
"Everybody sit down!" an officer demanded, stepping onto the bus, "We're heading out."
Giving me one last linger look Ashton sat down in the seat in front of me, the all too familiar scent of his cologne, churning my stomach.
