Escape(Harry Styles)

Chapter 19: Here We Go (Part l)

{Frank Morris was able to get the accordion from the music room from a friend of his who was supposed to be an older man, his name isnt certain though, he never spoke up when the officials asked. I got Theodore Green from a list of block C inmates that were there while the escapees were still in prison, just thought id clear that up.}

~Hazel's POV~

Here we go, I thought to myself.

My father had sat me down one night after dinner and thats when he started bombarding me with questions.

"What are you up to? You've been awfully quiet and I know you're talking to Styles, I've been busy and haven't been paying attention but I don't want you slacking off. So what have you been talking about? Is the coward still complaining about his nightmares? I bet he told you about the few nightmares he had while you were gone." He laughed, "I had to have Daniel go wake him up to shut him up."

I bit my lip to keep myself quiet, he was only frustrating me and I didnt want to jump to defend Harry otherwise he would only keep insulting him and only suspect me more.

"Have you got anything to say? I need you to actually focus on this and know that when you finally get your doctorate after your next year in school you wont be working here any more, I dont want you near the prisoners."

I couldnt believe this, "I complained about working with the inmates before and you ignored it and said I needed to work, you dont care about that, you and I both know it."

"Yes, well you can work else where. I thought it was no big deal then but now I see that you arent taking it seriously. I dont want you working with them, they are a bad influence."

I scoffed at him, "How many times do I have to tell you Harry had anything to do with the fact he fell asleep, if anything I had to force him."

He shook his head, "That Styles is up to no good, its the only reason I ask about him, I dont trust him."

"You arent supposed to trust prisoners." I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, then I caught myself realizing what I said.

"Well obviously not, but you've seen his file, that bastards crazy."

I was frustrated with both myself and with my father and stormed off, using the excuse I needed to go to bed early for tomorrow. That night I thought about what I had said and tried to pinpoint when exactly I decided to trust the boys, under the circumstances, I should have known to back off and I should have run the other way, and yet I didn’t.

The next morning I had my session with Theodore, without a proper greeting he sprung his surprise on me.

“I've something to say, okay well, seeing you and Harry dance around each other the way you do, I’ve decided to do something about it. You two obviously cant be together while hes in here so Im helping him escape, he can inflate his raft now once its finished and he can go on the run. He has my accordion to do it and if I see he makes it out of here alive so you can be with him, I shall have my wish.” He smiled sadly.

“Theodore!” I exclaimed, “What are you talking about? You don’t have to do that, that is completely unfair.”

He shook his head, “I want to, you don’t understand.”

“You dont have to do this, why on earth would you want to?”

He sighed and hesitated a long moment before looking me in the eye, “Love is a beautiful thing...and prison kills it. Take it from some one who knows from experience. My wife left me after a year in the slammer because she needed someone both physically and mentally with her. I dont blame her, in fact I still love her. But seeing you and Harry struggle with each other and the warden because hes behind bars makes me miserable. It reminds me of when I first got our divorce papers..." He trailed off.