Escape(Harry Styles)

Chapter 9: Excitement

~Hazel's POV~

I could feel my stomach churn with excitement as I spoke.

"What if you were able to have a dummy there in your place, Im sure they hardly pay attention as their passing." I said aloud. I wasnt sure how to help them now that Harry had finally officially accepted my help, but I know I wanted to help.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Thats your brilliant plan? Shoving pillows to form a lump in the bed? Thats so childish."

"Thats not what I meant." I pouted. "What have you done before?" I said crossing my arms defensively.

He shrugged, "I didnt have this problem other times, they only counted once so I didnt have to worry about that. They would come once at midnight and after that I was able to get to work until sunrise."

I nodded my head, "Well if its only a couple hours apart from each count, why cant you just slip in and out whenever they're about to count?"

Harry whined, "Have you seen the size of the vents? They're so hard to get in and out of, Im not that skinny. I cant do that multiple times in the night, its tiring and loud. Plus it'll take hours to find our way around the service corridor, Ive gotten lost before, they're not all the same, we cant risk that with only two hours."

I nodded my head again, "Well I think I could get you a map of the whole building, in fact the whole island to help you out." I suggested hopefully.

Harry smiled broadly, "That would be fantastic, a lot less work trying to find our way to the roof."

"The roof? Dont you have to go like underground in the sewers?"

He laughed at me, "No silly, thats just in the movies, the guards are all over the grounds, they cant see us from above, especially in the night." He corrected, "Plus Ive just always escaped from the roof."

"Alright," I nodded, "If thats what you think is best...I'll get you the map of this whole place when the other two make it through yeah?"

Harry nodded, "Alright."

"Why did they need two spoons?" I asked him.

He looked at me curiously, "What do you mean?"

"Well Zayn had two spoons slip out of his pants earlier..." I trailed off.

Harry thought about it, "I think he was just holding it for Liam..." He shrugged uneasily.

I suddenly remembered what Liam had told me in our first session, I had completely forgotten Liam's fear of spoons, but now I remember. I sat there a moment before checking the time, "Only about five more minuets." I informed him.

Harry nodded, "I still dont know how to get around the guards..." He mumbled.

"Well I suggested having dummies but-"

"How exactly is that going to work?" He cut me off.

"I dont know but you could have at least considered the idea!"

"Hm..."

There was an unsettling moment of silence in the room between us before I felt Harry's intense stare on me. I looked up to see he was thinking, but looking directly at me.

"I mean..." Harry trailed off.

"What?" I asked softly

"What if..."

"You think?..."

"But...we could-"

"Styles!" Harry was cut off by the guard coming in and demanding for him.