Assailant [H.S]

Chapter 7

Harry's POV

I definitely fucked up. The little shit, Niall, set me up. He purposely egged me on yesterday to get me to fight him in public. Little did I know, he had one of his security guards video tape me hitting him and pushing him to the ground. Niall took that footage to the police station and pressed charges against me for battery.

Now, here I am a day later sitting in a holding jail cell with some dude that's here for armed robbery. He's a light brown haired man approximately five-foot nine with tattoos all over his body, but one stood out to me specifically. It was downward arrows on his forearm in all black ink.

I wonder what that symbolized.

Our holding cell contained two cots on opposing sides of the concrete walls with a toilet and sink in the middle, with no privacy walls.

If I had to go, I would. It wouldn't be the first time I pissed in front of another man.

Kane has been talking to the police department all last night and this morning to try and get me out before the press sees that I am here. The last thing he wants is for more bad press, there's already enough. As soon as they post my bail, I will be out of here without any issues, no doubt.

That little Niall fucker better watch his back. The next time I see that prick, he will wish he never did this to me. Whether it's in the ring or outside, I will end him.

"Yo. What does that tattoo on your forearm symbolize?" I pointed to the arrows on the dude's arm that I shared a cell with.

"Don't fucking worry about it, pussy." He spat in my direction.

I immediately stood up and clenched my fists, walking towards him. "What did you just call me? Do you know who I am?" I stopped myself to where I was only a few inches from his face.

"I could not give less of a fuck about who you are." He stood with his hands behind his back as he looked me in the eye. I refused to acknowledge him staring at me and I looked him directly in the nose.

"I am richer than you." I moved an inch closer.

"I am stronger than you." I inched forward, barely scraping his nose.

"And most importantly, I could beat the living shit out of you." I whispered with our noses touching.

My cellmate took a step back and scoffed, "You are stupid to hit me. If you really want outta here, you should take a step back and relax, prick." He laid down on his cot and put his legs up, crossing them.

Unfortunately, he was right.

I took a step back and walked over to my side of the cot, waiting for Kane to come back and get me out of here.

After about an hour of nothing, Kane walked over to my cell along with a police officer who opened the gate. "Harry Styles. You are free to go." He said in a monotone voice.

I quickly jumped up and started walking out of the cell. I turned back to my cellmate. "Ah, before I go. What was your name, mate?"

"Liam. Liam Payne." He muttered as he laid on his cot.

"Well, see you later, Liam." I chuckled and walked out of the cell as the guards closed the cell behind me. "Let's get the fuck out of here, Kane."

He nodded as we walked towards the exit. "We have no idea what we are about to walk into, Styles. I don't think anyone knows you are here but there could be loads of press here. If there are, I need you to be a responsible adult and not say a word to any of them, you hear me boy?"

I smirked and shook his hand, "Of course, boss. I hear you loud and clear."

"I mean it, Styles." He gave me a stern look before opening the door that led to our vehicle to get home.