The Muffin Man ✓

In The Clink

Liam's highest point in his life this year was finally accomplishing the impossible. Putting the Styles in jail. He couldn't hold back his delight as he escorted the couple in the station.

"Can we at least put some clothes on?" Emma complained. "I'm freezing in this place." She was still wearing her skimpy bra and panties.

"Yeah I'm ass out over here," Harry wore less than Emma. They were attracting a lot of attention in the station.

"Nice butt, dude." Somebody said.

"Yeah, thanks for noticing." Harry said, rolling his eyes. "How about those clothes?"

"Shut up." Liam said, leading them to the booking room. "We'll give them to you when we give them to you."

After the Styles were fingerprinted and mug shot, they were given filthy prison uniforms.

"I think I'd rather be naked." Emma said.

"Shut up, Your Highness." Liam said as he led them in the cell. "Here's your new home. Enjoy."

"Wait, what about our phone call?" Emma demanded.

"What about it?" Liam shrugged.

"We're suppose to get one, dumbass." Harry said.

Liam snorted. "You would want to follow the law now. Fine. Go call your lawyer. Lots of luck with that."

Harry was led to a phone. He called Louis. Sounds of bells and loud voices were heard in the background.

"Louis here!" Louis yelled among the noise.

"Hey, it's Harry. What's going on over there?"

"Vegas, baby, Vegas! It's a goldmine over here. This entire state needs my brand of legal representation."

"Don't you need a Nevada licence?"

"Who's gonna know? What can I do for you?"

"Yay!" Said the crowd.

"Alright! My client won again! Let it roll!"

"Anyway, can you help us?" Harry said. "Liam busted our asses. We're in jail."

"Wow, bummer. Sorry to hear that." Louis said. "Listen, I wish I could help you, really."

"So what's stopping you?" Harry said.

"Well, the money is here. Plus I got a bit part in a Ben Affleck movie. Pure gold. Sorry, can't help you. Hey! Deal me in! I feel lucky! Gotta go, good luck with the jail thing. Don't drop the soap."

The line went dead.

"Son of a bitch." Harry said, slamming the phone down. That greedy fool. Why was he not surprised that that money loving, ambulance chasing d-bag would pull crap like this.

So there they sat, Harry and Emma, in their cells, wearing their grungy prison outfits. Too small on Harry, too big on Emma.

"So Louis won't help?" Emma said.

"No,"Harry grumbled. "That greedy ass douche bag wants to stay where the money is."

"I haven't seen Mr. and Mrs. Idiot," Emma said. "I have a feeling they sold us out for a deal to save their own butts."

"Don't I know it."

They sat for a while trying to figure out their situation when Liam stomped back in the cell area, his face redder than a tomato.

"What's the matter?" Harry observed. "You choke on a doughnut?"

"You frikkin knuckleheads made bail," Liam said with a scowl, his moment ruined. "I don't know how but your pal the governor came in and paid your bail. Must be nice to have friends in high places."

Emma sighed with relief. "Thank God." She tried to rush out but Liam didn't budge. "What?"

"You will be in Swift's custody," Liam said. "From now until your day in court you're her problem."

"Seriously?" Harry asked. "We're probably better off here."

Emma pulls him with her. "Come on, baby. Let's not get carried away. At least we won't have to share a room with a toilet with no lid."

"True that."

Liam led them to a small room where Swift waited with her Secret Service men/goons. The Horans were also there. They didn't look happy.

"Hello," Governor Swift smiled. "We're going to my mansion. Won't that be fun?" She smiled like a maniac but her eyes looked deadly, like she wanted to smack the living daylights out of them.

Harry and Emma looked at each other. They could literally feel a chill in the air. They had the same thought: This wasn't good.

"Look," Emma said. "We appreciate the bailout but we can take it from here, right honey?"

"Uh, yeah, right." Harry chimed in. "We're all good."

"Shut up." Swift hissed.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Don't say another damn word." Swift muttered through her teeth. "As ex Governor Schwartzenegger would say, come with me if you want to live."