Locked up l.s.

15. Movie night

As a thank you for waiting patiently the updates, here is another chapter. Enjoy my lovely people.

H. Pov

Some days are simply too much. This is one of those days.

I'm alone at my cell. It's a rare treat. I think Tomlinson is outside playing scrabble. He has been a bit more distant lately. Less chatty, less clingy. I think that's good, healthy. It's nice seeing him more social. Maybe he gets some other friends here.

And I get some time without him being with me. I can't complain. Not that I mind his company. He's a nice guy. But spending time with someone 24/7 gets exhausting no matter how well you get along.

I usually go outside every chance I get just like everyone would, there's not much variety in here. But not today. Today I needed some me time. In order to process what happened.

So I had a visitor. There's only one person who visits me without letting me know first. Mom and Gemma are still on that trip I talked to them last week so it couldn't possibly be them. So there's only one option. She must be back in town.

I can't meet her. Not yet and I am not sure when I can. The last time I saw her was in court. She tries to visit every couple of months probably to apologize or something but I am not ready. What she did really hurt me. After all she is the reason I'm in here.

Or more like I'm in here because I was stupid enough to protect her, to trust her so much I lied in order to save her but she betrayed me. When it was her time to stick to the story that she herself created to keep us from trouble that she caused us, she did the worst thing possible: blamed it all on me to save her own ass. She assumed that I was going to leave her and snitched me before I could do that to her.

Of course I wasn't planning to do so. I loved her.

I don't understand where she gets the audacity to even try to visit me. After testifying against me about a crime we did together. Or she did and I helped to cover it.

Anyway. Non of that matters now. I'm in prison for a crime I didn't even do. And she, my ex is out there.

...

After laying in bed for hours I finally gather myself and start walking towards auditorium. It's movie night. Pretty much everyone is there.

Once I get inside I see Thompson. Apparently he has been released from the SHU. He's with couple of other inmates but they're is a free seat right next to him and I decide to go and say hello. We did share a cell for almost a year after all.

"Hello stranger." He shouts immediately after seeing me, holding his hand up. I slam the hand for a brotherly shake.

"Nice to see you free mate!"

"Nice to see you too, Styles. I heard the new, mouthy twink took my bed? I bet he's not easy one." Thompson asks.

"Yeah It is what it is. He's not the worst one though. Where did they put you?"

"I'm at A block for now."

We basically spend our free time and food breaks with A block. The only difference is they have separate bathrooms and were not really allowed to go to their cell area.

The movie is about to start I'm still chatting a bit with Thompson when I a familiar figure.

In the corner of my eye I see Tomlinson coming in with Lemon and his group but as soon as he steps in he looks directly behind me, turns pale and after quickly saying something to the group he leaves the room. Something about that is off.

The movie starts and everyone quiets down. After a few minutes Thompson whispers to me that he's going to use the toilet, gets up as quietly as possible which looks almost comedic because he's quite big man.

I continue watching. At some point I start wondering what is taking him so long before it hits me. It was him who made Tomlinson leave. I don't know what is going on or what has happened between them but some instinct is telling me to go search for Tomlinson.

I leave the room without thinking. When I'm at the hallway I regret the whole idea. Firstly I don't know where either of them are. Secondly nothing is probably happening, I have zero reasons to be here and even if something is happening it would be my best interest to stay as far as possible.

There's no one in the hallways. No guards, no inmates, not a single soul. Everyone is watching the movie. I hear distant arguing and follow the noise. They are in laundry room. No one else is there just the two of them. "The stunt you did was the last mistake you will ever do you stupid twink."

I try to see what is happening. All I can see Thompsons back. Tomlinson is pretty much all hidden behind him.

Neither of them has noticed me yet. For a second I pounder my options. Until a smack I hear makes me react.

"Thompson put him down. Now."

They both turn to look at me. Tomlinson looks like a deer in the headlights. Surprised by my presence.

"Or what Styles? Are you really siding with him?"

To be honest I don't know. I didn't have a plan and I mostly likely should have stayed out. "Come on mate, I don't pick sides but you're not a fighter. He's tiny and whatever he has done is it really worth going back to SHU?" I try to reason.

Tomlinson looks scared.

"How about you stay out of this." Thompson continues sharply. With a disappointed look.

"..." I try to find a way to answer that. I don't want to be on his bad side. I've known this guy over a year.

BRRRRRRRRR!!!

I'm suddenly interrupted before having a chance to answer. the alarm goes on and as the rule goes everyone goes laying to the ground to wait for further instructions.

Thompson is glaring at me from a meter away. Tomlinson is right behind him staring at me with a look I can't really explain. He has had that same look since I got in the laundry room.

Then there's an announcement:
"inmates, go to your cells immediately. There will be an lock down. Everyone who is not inside are interpreted as faulty and will get punished accordingly."

"What?!" I think out loud. We stand up and while we're exiting the laundry room Thompson whisper shout's to us: we are not done." Before disappearing to the hallway that leads to A block.

Now it's just me and Tomlinson. He looks just as confused as I am. About everything. Lockdowns do happen but they are quite rare. Only if there's a big fight or a fear of a riot they might lock everyone in cells for a day or two. That has only happened once while I've been here.

We continue walking. "Thanks" he mumbled obviously embarrassed by the situation.

I'm taken aback. I didn't think what I was doing. I wasn't saving anyone on purpose it just happened.

"Yeah yeah, let's just get back to our cell. Maybe there we get some answers."

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