Fighting for life

Needing to step up

We make our way down to the mess hall and I come to a stop before going in, I can feel my breathing pick up as panic starts to set in.

" What's wrong baby". I hear at my ear.

" Will Razor be here?" I ask with a shaky voice.

" No baby you don't have to worry about him for a while, he is going to be spending a long time in solitary confinement".

" But what about his people, his gang?".

" Everyone knows you are with me now; nobody would dare touch what is mine, I have got you, now let's go eat" He moves us over to the line.

Harry is standing behind me holding both his and mine.

" You know I can hold it by myself, don't you?".

" Not while I am here baby".

" Styles prisoners need to hold their own trays" Whistler is suddenly standing beside me and I instantly feel my whole-body tense up, I but my head down not wanting to make eye contact with him.

" Did you hear what I said Styles?" His voice is loud and oozing in an authoritative tone.

" I did but I am not choosing to listen to anything that comes out of your mouth" Harry is standing his ground.

" Styles maybe a few days in hole will teach you to listen."

I absolutely panic when I hear him say that,  as I work out the hole stands for solitary confinement, I know if Harry gets put away then I am open for anyone to have a go at me, I go to take the tray from Harry.

" Give me the tray Harry, I can carry it" I say taking a hold on the tray which Harry is refusing to let go off.

" You should listen to your twink here Styles, or you know where you are headed".

I pull on the tray again, but he still won't budge.

"Hazza, let go of the tray, "I say nicely hoping that this would entice him with my words.

"Ok Styles, let's move."

I step up to Harry and grab the tray with both hands and glare at him as I pull.

" For fuck sake  Harry give me the fucking tray" I say, and I hear gasp from around the mess hall as it has fallen silent, everyone interested in how this is going to go down.

I finely have the tray in my hand as I turn my back on Harry and take a few steps away from him.
" Styles I will be watching you" Whistler states as he moves away.

I feel Harry hand on my shoulder, and I shake it off in anger, I move through the motions of getting my food and cup of tea and I head over to our table where I am greeted by Zayn, Niall.

" Gosh Lou, it seems where every you go drama follows."

" Well, if Harry wasn't such a stubborn jackass I would have been in that situation".

" I heard that baby, I  don't take lightly being called a jackass."

" Well, it's not my fault you are one" I sass back which rewards me with a laugh as Harry puts his head back.

" It's not Funny, you get locked away and who is going to protect me, did you even think of that, your stubbornness could land you in hole, and I am left on my own" I  say glaring at Harry.

" You've got me" I hear Niall say.

" No offence Niall, but I really don't think you would be much help in a fight."

" Hey, you might be really surprised Lou, not everything is what it seems" Niall sass back at me.

" It's ok Baby, we will keep you safe". Harry puts his arm around my shoulder which I quickly shake off again.