Dark Harry for you guys ...kinda but not really
TW: mentions of drugs
Y/n's pov
The officer unlocked the handcuffs around my wrists and pushed me into the dingy jail cell. Gross.
I go and sit down in the corner, on the bench and I'm quick to notice someone sitting in here with me. He has dark brown curls, green eyes, rings, tattoos, many tattoos, black ripped jeans. He looks hot, but I would never tell him that.
"Why are you in here," he speaks up, a deep British accent.
"Got into a fight on Main Street while high," i reply.
"That's hot," he says with no shame, examining my body.
"What about you, what did you do to end up in this shithole?"
"Caught with drugs."
"What kind?"
"Coke," he answers shamelessly.
"Damn, that's some hard shit," i reply.
"It's good, I want some," he says, "what were you high on?"
"Am high," i correct, "weed."
"Ah, that's good too."
"It is, been smoking it since 12," i say.
"I was 11 when I started smoking weed but 15 when I started coke," he answers.
Damn.
"Oh wow."
"What's your name," he asks.
"Y/n, you?"
"Harry."
"Cool name ...Harry," i taunt.
"That's me."
"What are you in? The mafia," i snicker.
"Yes."
Wait what? I said that as a joke.
I snap my eyes up to his, "you're lying."
"I'm being honest."
"Oh yeah?"
"Your choice, believe me or not."
"I choose not to believe you. If you were really in the mafia, you wouldn't tell a random person in a jail cell that," i explain.
"Ahh, you're a smart one," he smiles, "caught me."
All I do is smirk and lay back against the wall.
"Y/n," I hear.
I look over to the bars to see a different officer looking at me, "what," I ask.
"Come on, you got bailed out."
"By who?"
"Your brother."
"Well that's surprising," i reply, nonetheless getting up from my seat.
As I get close to the bars, I look back at Harry, "adios Harry."
"Bye Y/n," he replies with a wave, a smirk on his lips.
I walk out the bars and out the front doors of jail with a smirk on my lips.
This sucks but whatever.
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-gabs
