forbidden [h.s.]

sixteen.

i wish i could find more gifs of the girl that plays jade (emily rudd), but i can only find photos

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I hope this is the last time I ever have to walk through the boring, gray, corridors of this prison. It's so somber, and it reeks of depression in here. It's no wonder that the people go mad. Where's the atmosphere? There's nothing to look at, nothing to do, no one to talk to. All you do is eat and sleep. They have the peace of mind of cattle. Imagining Harry trapped among these vacuous shells of people sickens me. He has so much life in him, so much joy and expression. It's hardly fair to keep him here.

I follow a guard down the hallways, trying my best to ignore the odd looks I receive from the prisoners when we enter the cafeteria.

A woman with long, black, greasy hair stares at me as I walk through the room. I lock eyes with her and I feel as though I've been paralyzed. I don't want to look at her, but I can't look away. Her pale skin is wrinkled, but she looks young, like being here has aged her physically beyond her years. Now that I think about it, removing the wrinkles and the greasiness of her hair, she looks a lot like me. Perhaps that's why she's staring.

Instinctually, I grab onto the guards arm. He chuckles, looking down at me. "Excuse the staring. They're not used to seeing normal people in here. They won't hurt you though. They're not as vicious as they look." He smiles and I awkwardly remove my hands from his arm.

I don't break eye contact with that woman until the door to the cafeteria closes in front of me. I blink and turn around. There are two more guards standing and talking. I recognize the one with the fiery, red, hair. Ed, I believe. He's the nice one.

The guard that led me in nods to me, encouraging me to move forward. "He's your guy." He says and points to Ed. "If the person you're looking for is being held here, he'll know."

I smile and nod in appreciation, turning towards Ed. I approach slowly, not wanting to interrupt their conversation, but, I do. Ed stops mid-sentence and turns to look at me. He smiles, making me feel more comfortable.

"Can I help you with something?" He says with a soft, English, accent.

"Um, yes." I say sheepishly, pulling on the sleeves of my sweater. "I was wondering about my friend. His name is Harry Styles. I was curious as to whether or not he was being held here."

He narrows his eyes at me, pursing his lips. "Have I met you before?" He asks, placing his hands on his hips as he ponders.

I believe Harry told Ed I was his girlfriend. So, we'll go with that.

I smile. "Yes. I came to visit Harry the last time he was here. I'm his girlfriend, Jade." I lie and extend my hand. Though, I'll admit, it feels nice to call myself Harry's girlfriend. And something about using the word girlfriend, not Partner, makes it feel that much better.

"Oh! I remember. He's the curly one."

I nod and smile. "That's him."

"Yeah, he's a good kid. Can't understand why they'd bring him back here." He shakes his head in dismay.

"So, he is here?"

"Oh, I'm not sure about that. I can check for you, if you'd like."

I nod and Ed smiles, grabbing a small black radio off his utility belt. "How is it that your boyfriend gets arrested and you don't know about it?" He smiles, asking humorously. I laugh awkwardly and decide not to answer. "I'm only kidding." Ed winks.

I can see why Harry took a liking to him. He's quite friendly. He doesn't seem to be the prison guard type.

Ed presses a button on his radio and brings it up to his mouth. "It's Ed, I have a concern about someone we're holding. Over." He says into it and waits for a moment. After a beat of silence, the radio beeps and there's static on the other end.