Too Pretty For Prison (Zarry)

Fifteen

March 26th 2014

One thing Harry was for sure of, he hated being forced to stay awake in a room full of angry and perverted men. The guards decided that since the storm was only going to get worse, that everybody needed to stay put in one room where they were cold and irritated.

Harry stuck around Frankee, deciding that it would be smarter to stay close to the bigger man as he kept his cool.

''It's weird, we've never had a storm like this before. Never been forced to stay awake too, that screams suspicion.''

Frankee squinted across the room, staring at the couple of guards that kept poking at some of the inmates and laughing. He clenched his jaw, causing Harry to place a soothing hand on his arm.

''Calm down, don't draw their attention. Better those guys than us, right?'' The dimpled man whispered but also kept his eyes on the immature guards too.

Frankee grumbled, looking down at Harry's soft hand. Eyes tracing the small tattoos that only grew bigger as his eyes trailed up. Fascinated by the randomness of the ink that littered the green eyed boys skin. Not once has the man asked about the tattoos, he figured it wasn't really his business to judge.

''I seen Zayn talking to you earlier, what was that about?''

Harry shrugged, nibbling the tip of his tongue.

''Not much, just Zayn being Zayn. I'm surprised he keeps getting chances though, like I know he's got his secrets in this place and some of the guards don't hate him like they do us but still...pretty unfair but it's whatever, not my problem.''

That was a lie, it was his problem because this was Zayn they're talking about. Zayn is a whole ass problem when it comes to Harry being around.

''What do you think he's going to do this time? Knowing how he's always getting his way and also finding ways to get out of trouble when he's the one that starts it in the first place.'' Frankee mumbled, looking around the room once more before his eyes landed back on the other man.

''Who knows, all I know is that if even thinks about coming near-''

''Styles, there's been a change with your cell.''

One of the hairy old guards popped out of nowhere to interrupt the two men from continuing on with their conversation.

''Um...okay? What is it?''

''Come with me and we'll talk.''

Harry felt a little on edge, this spine chilling cold ran down his back that had him shivering more than the actual storm itself.

After 5 minutes of being frozen in place where he had been sitting, he was moving his legs as fast as he could. Having to feel the grip of the guards nasty hand around his elbow, pulling him to his feet.

Harry found himself standing alone in one of the emptiest halls in the building, face to face with the man he wanted to punch in the face for putting his hands on him. The way this man was smiling down on him, chuckling with a shake of his head.

''What's going on?'' Harry asked, that chill shiver down his spine kept shooting up and down.

''You're going to be sharing a cell, we're removing you from your old one and placing you in another.''

''A...what? With who?''

''With Malik, you'll be sharing with Malik.''