Locked up l.s.

14. Spreding wings

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L. Pov.

Avoiding Styles is not easiest task to do since we share a cell and he's the only inmate I know here if you don't count his clients we sometimes eat with. There's nothing I can do to sharing the cell thing but what I can do is get some new friends.

I'm now familiar with all of the gangs around here to avoid them. I'm getting used to the routines. It's all beginning to be normal if that can be used to describe a place like this.

It was late afternoon. Murray knocks on the wall next to the entrance of our cell and calls: "Styles! You have a visitor. Follow me."

Styles lifts his head and locked eyes with the guard before answering calmly yet seriously: "is that an order?" Murray looks taken aback but quickly neutralizes his face "If you're planning to meet them, yes it is."

Styles still looks unbothered. "Can you tell who the visitor is?"

At this point Murray starts to loose his patience. "It's not my job to answer your questions. You either come or stay here."

Styles still hasn't moved from his punk. "If it's possible I would prefer to stay here."

What?! I'm in shock. It's unthinkable that inmates would ever leave an opportunity to see their loved ones unused. However Murray just nods and leaves without being phased like this is something that has happened before.

After that Styles is silent and so am I.

"What the heck?" I blurted before thinking.

Styles doesn't say anything. He simply glares at me.

I should have known better than to ask. Of course I won't be given an explanation. Why would I. He's a very private guy. Damn, I don't even know he's first name. That's how much he keeps to himself.

But to not go when someone is visiting. That's plain weird. I wonder who it was that is there. Waiting in the visitor area for nothing and what had happened between them.

I would be thrilled if I had someone outside. Someone who was interested enough to visit, someone to whom I was important enough. I haven't had one visit the weeks I've been here not that I've been expecting any.

The so called friends I had outside wasn't that close. I pushed the close ones away by bunking at their house for too long. So I was left with the kind of friends who you're only friends with because you need company for clubs or whatever but with who don't have that much in common otherwise.

I'm not lonely. I always had someone to spend time with. I'm good with making friends. And speaking of which that's what I'm doing today.

...

It's lunch time any minute. I'm waiting impatiently to get out of the cell. Until finally a guard announces that it's our blocks turn to eat.

We both leave. Styles is more frustrated today than regularly. Perhaps because of the mysterious visitor. He rushes to the cafeteria and I follow him as every other inmate.

As this rather old inmate offers me mg tray I turn my head to the cafeteria, planning to find a new table to sit.

I'm searching for any familiar face. Someone I may had talked to someone who looks friendly enough. And then I see Nelson. The young kid whose devastating face I will never forget. He's eating with Lemon and couple of others who I have seen but whose names I can't recall.

I notice a free spot in that table. Perfect.

"Can I sit here?" The question leaves out my mouth way more shyly than what I would have wanted.

They all turn to look at me. And some of them nod so I decide to sit down.

"People call me Lemon and this is my boyfriend Beetle." He speaks up at first. Beetle is very petite guy with dark brown eyes and even darker skin he smiles at me as greeting. "Tomlinson, nice to meet you, I think I once saw you at the showers." To which Lemon responses with a wink.

"Nelson" Nelson introduces himself without saying anything else. Without even lifting his eyes from the plate. I don't blame him. Today we have decent food. Chicken soup with some rice in it and good bread. The kind that has some structure instead of reminding of cotton.

Quickly they all forget that I'm someone new and continue talking. If I understood right the topic is the upcoming movie night. The only activity that we really have.

"I can't believe they're showing Forrest Gump again. They already showed that three months ago."

"Well at least that's better than the serbian one that doesn't have subtitles."

"You're all gonna come tho?"

"Yea yeah. What else we would do? Rot?"

The conversation shifted from topic to topic. It was nice. I immediately felt like I was a part of something. They even invited me to play scrabble with them. After lunch.

So here we are. Outside playing scrabble. Until there's a sound of a truck outside the entrance and people gathered at the fence see what's happening. Who knows maybe it's new inmates.

I'm not curious enough to walk there in the middle of the game and from here I can't really see what is happening. So for a slight moment I'm unaware of the situation. That's until someone shouts something that will change everything.

Just that I think things are starting to calm down as I no more have problems with gangs or anyone. Thompson, Styles ex roommate is back from the SHU. Shit! He knows I technically put him there. And I know for sure he's not gonna let that go. The life in SHU is not life, it's survival or existing at most and he has been there for weeks.

I catheter my courage to lift my face and our eyes lock for a second. Me and my worst threat. The guys must have sensed something, Nelson looks at me worriedly and Lemon says something about me being in a bad trouble but I can't hear clearly from my thoughts. I'm fully zoned out in a land of fear.

Wheew. Finally done. Everything seems intense. What will happen to our favorite couple next. Tell me what you think?