The Love We Found || Narry *COMPLETED*

.25

»Everything - Lifehouse«

N

Three months. Three months had gone by already and I hadn't missed a day of visiting Harry. I would visit Harry on Fridays and Saturdays. It really was the only time that I could since I had gotten my job back at the restaurant.

Harry was to be in jail for five years at the most. They said they would let him out earlier if he had good behavior. I had no doubt about that. Harry wanted to get out. I wanted him to get out. And even his mother wanted him out.

Yes. I had to tell her that Harry was sent to jail. I mean, if I hadn't told her, the news would have. It was in the headlines: The head of Styles Inc., Harry Styles, has been arrested. Thankfully, they didn't say what for. I didn't want more reporters coming to Harry's front door demanding that they talked to me; the "victim" of the situation.

I hated it. I didn't like the attention. The reporters stopped coming last month when I nearly threatened to call the cops on them. And when that didn't work? Well, I still had my two bodyguards...and they were pretty intimidating. I was still scared of them to be completely honest.

Now when it came to normal visitors? The only people I would allow through the gates was Harry's mum, Alicia and--I couldn't believe I actually did this--my mum. When my mum had came over the first time which was a week after Harry was sent to jail, Anne was here.

With my mum still being somewhat against me being gay, she talked to Anne about how she handled Harry being gay. I didn't stick around for the conversation cause it wasn't my business nor did I really want to hear it. If my mum finally and fully accepted me as gay, good. If she didn't? It's her loss.

I was sitting in the backyard with Miss Cartier and Alicia, but with Harry being gone, I called Miss Cartier by Isabella. And she called me Niall. It was so much easier. Alicia was walking around the backyard while Isabella was sitting next to me.

"Today is Friday, Niall," she mentioned to me.

I smiled cause that meant I would see Harry. My heart began to beat faster. I was getting excited and I hadn't even left yet b

"Yeah. I know," I said with a smile.

I looked over at Isabella. She was wearing a big sun hat to shade her face from the sun.

"And how was he the last time you saw him?"

I sighed. He wasn't doing the best. Yes, he was on his best behavior and didn't start fights, but that didn't mean the other inmates wouldn't start anything with him. The last time I saw him? His lip was busted. Harry told me that he was minding his own business when a inmate just swung at him. Harry didn't even fight back; he let the guy beat on him. And the most surprising part in it all? Samuel--out of all the other male inmates--was the one to pull the guy off of Harry.

"He's..." I sighed again, "The inmates aren't treating him the best. In the begining, Harry just told me it was gay slurs and those don't bother him. But then things got physical. I'm...I'm honestly scared something is terrible will happen to him..."

Isabella sighed.

"Harry can take care of himself, Niall..."

"I know he can. But...to see him in pain like that? I can't stand it. I just want to go in there and rip the limbs off of anyone who touches him."

She let out a soft exhale then smiles.

"It's because you love him, Niall. Of course you'd want to hurt anyone who would hurt him. It's exactly how Harry was when Samuel had taken you. When he had found out that you weren't eating...he first thought that Samuel was starving you. Harry was furious. He wanted to rip Samuel apart."