Love, Prison, and a Baby (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 3

I hummed along to the tune of whatever Ed Sheeran song was playing on the radio as I minced onions. Taking the cutting board and holding it above the pot, I used the knife to slide the onions off. They hit the boiling water making a fizzling noise. I reached above the stove setting the microwave timer for twenty minutes, when Harry is expected to come home.

I reach my arms behind my back, untying the bow of the apron and lift it over my head. Walking over to the living room I pick up the latest Glamour magazine that came in the mail the day before. Flipping through the pages I look at the airbrushed models who need to eat a cheese burger, or two.

I brought my wrist up so my watch was visible. Three minutes until the timer would go off. 'I wonder why Harry isn't home yet?' I didn't dwell on it too long, he's probably just stuck in crazy london traffic. Another ten minutes go by, i'm starting to get worried. There is a firm knock at the door. I hesistantly look in the peep hole of the door, on the other side stood two police officers one tall with brown hair and the other short with blonde hair.

"Can I help you officers?" I ask politely when I open the door.

"Mrs. Styles?" The tall one asks.

"Yes." I say shortly.

"Have you seen your husband, Harry Styles lately?" The short one asks.

"Actually I am waiting for him to get home right now. You are welcome to come in and wait for him."

"We won't be needing to" The tall one says shortly.

"Is there a problem officers?" I ask.

"We have reason to believe your husband was involved in a murder last night on the east side of london."

I could feel my heart sink. My vision went blurry and knees gave out causing me to hit the ground with a thud. Tears immediatley fell from my eyes.

"NO! It cant be! You have the wrong guy! Harry is a good person!" I almost yell, I dont think they could understand me through my sobs.

"Ma'am. Your husband was seen leaving the crime seen late last night. Did he tell you where he was going last night?"

My mind flashed back to last night, he had been upset when I had informed him we were going to my parents house.

"He said he had to go take care of some business. I figured he was going to the studio or the bar with his four mates."

"Well that doesn't sound like an alibi that will hold up in court"

"Is he going...to...prison?" I said inbetween sobs.

"Once we find him, he will be put in a holding cell until his hearing. If the jurry finds him not guilty he will be free to go, otherwise he will be put through to sentencing. He would be looking at 20 years to life."

The tears started falling down my cheeks more rapidly.

"I think I am going to be sick" I B-lined it to bathroom and once I reached it the lunch I had just ate sat in the toilet in front of me. That is weird, I never throw up unless I have a stomach bug. I walked back out to where the officers were standing on my entryway rug.

"I am so sorry officers. I don't usually do that."

"It happens ma'am" The tall one tipped his hat in my direction.

"Please let me know when you have found him. Will he be allowed visitors?" I asked bracing myself for the big N-O.

"Yes he will be allowed to have one visitor once a week. It is up to him which person he would like to see. We really must be going though."

"Thank you officers." I closed the door behind them and slid down to sit on the floor. My face sat in the palms of my hands. I just sat and cried for an hour. I may never see my husband again. I should have been a better wife.