Prisoner h.s

chapter eleven- kids menu

Althea's pov

The ride back home was quiet. Naya was flipping through her little comic book Niall gave her to make sure she can remember him. She smiled and laughed going through it like she was five years old.

I haven't seen her smile this much since the first day of freshmen year in high school.

We arrived at the hotel around five in the afternoon. We left and gave the cab gave the driver a twenty pound bill and thanked him. We open the grand revolting doors of the hotel and greeted Céline like I always do.

"You girls have a great night, don't forget to call the lobby if anything happens."

I nod and walk away with Naya by my side giving her a little wave goodbye.

We arrive to our room letting my purse drop by my side. I walk to the bed and drop on it in a starfish position.

It feels good to be back in the room. Today was tough mentally and emotionally. I think for Naya it was the complete opposite. I'm still in a little bit of shock ever since Harry has hugged me.

Did he do it to be nice? To make me feel better? He felt obligated to? Cause he felt like hugging me? All I know is that I can't let it get to my head to much or else I will be distracted for the rest of the case with his..

"Hey Althea, rough day?" Naya breaks the silence.

"Ya, Harry read right through my mind, and I had to tell him everything," I say in a low tone.

" Had to? Wait, you trust him with this?"

"I don't know he said he wants to help me but I doubt he can keep his word since he's in jail, sort of hard to do anything behind bars."

"Althea do you hear yourself, Harry Styles wants to help you, Bitch! A serial killer doesn't want to harm you but help you!" She exclaims.

"He also hugged me," I add.

Her mouth drops and she starts to bounce around the room like a three year old child.

" The Harry Styles likes you!"

"No he does not he did it as an act of kindness," I protest.

"Sure. What kind of criminal would hug someone in the first place, out of kindness?" She mimicked my tone when mocking me

"Cause they all have feelings, Naya their not animals."

She was getting me angry. I didn't want to deal with her telling me that Harry likes me. I mean I don't like him either. He's a heartless monster that appears to have luscious curly locks, green devilish eyes with a dream body and a jawline of a goddess. And the tattoos, god the tattoos.

Oh shit pretend I never said that, thank you.

"Anyways, have you ever met Niall?" She asks.

"Ya, why?"

"I want him."

I just look at her with no emotion just raising my eyebrows at her not so subtle remark. It doesn't surprise me that she already has fallen for him. He is a charmer.

"You know you can't though. Your dad would be so against this. Wouldn't your dad be disappointed in you." I tell her truthfully.

She looks at me enraged, death stare almost

"I don't care what my father says, I'm an adult and I can make my own choices." She snaps back

"I know that, but you can't let it get to your head," I remain calm and look at her with eyes of stone.