Adonis [h.s]

one

harry

I crouched down by a cracked mirror in the prison's cleanest bathroom (which isn't actually very clean), and attempt to shave my face with a beat-up razor. I huff in an exasperated manner at my futile efforts and look at my distorted reflection in the mirror. 

"Shit, these cheap ass things never work," I mutter under my breath. I run my hands through my tangled curls in slight frustration.

Locked up for six months in federal prison, and I was finally being released today. I need to look somewhat presentable considering Adelaide was the first person I wanted to see. 

When I told her I was a con man, she was angry, mostly scared. Scared that everything between us was a lie and that my feelings for her weren't genuine. It took some time, but I was able to reassure her that what we had was and still is real. 

Six months ago, I was running a con at an art museum in the beautiful town of Grenoble, France, where I had to swap out a painting with one of my forgeries. 

Turns out it was a complete set-up. Louis didn't end up getting caught since he was on the outside - dealing with all the technical stuff. Right when I walked into the building, the French police and Interpol had me surrounded. 

To this day, I still have no idea how the authorities found out - Louis and I are very careful at covering our tracks, so someone must have tipped them off. 

I returned to my cell, which was scattered with books and papers. A faint smell of cigarette smoke mixed with whatever the hell we had for lunch today still lingered in the air. I crinkled my nose in both disgust and annoyance. Thank god I'm finally getting out of this hell-hole.

The guard tapped on the wall to get my attention. "Styles, it's time to go."

I take a deep breath and quickly follow behind him, eager to leave. They led me through some large double doors that opened to the outside. I sigh in relief as I walk out and the doors close with a slam behind me. 

I turn around and the guards have already disappeared back into the prison, leaving me standing in the middle of a parking lot. 

"Wow thanks so much for the help," I say sarcastically to no one in particular. 

I guess I have to find my own way home. 

I jog over to a nearby truck thats parked on the opposite side of the building, and peer through its windows. Some idiot left the car unlocked, so lucky for me, it looks like I just got myself a free ride. 

I do my thing; hot-wiring the truck and cranking the radio to the 60's station, a favorite. Smiling to myself, I back out of the parking lot and exit onto the highway.

By the time I make it into the city, the sun is already setting and New York is just beginning to come alive. I definitely missed being here; the people, the atmosphere, even the stupid pigeons - it's home to me. 

I feel almost giddy, like a kid in a candy shop. I know it's just because I'm really looking forward to seeing Adelaide. She only visited a few times during my stay in prison... I think she was still annoyed at the fact that I happened to be a con man. 

I stop in front of some random drugstore and kill the engine of the car. I hopped out, readjusting my favorite turquoise ring that Adelaide gave me the night before I left for Grenoble and got arrested.

There was an unusually large amount of people on the streets tonight, even for New York. I scuffled past the mass of strangers, nearly tripping over someone's dog. 

"Hey! Watch where you're going man!" 

"Sorry!" I yelled without even looking behind me. 

I didn't know where Adelaide was exactly, but I had an idea of where to look for her first. 

The bench by the Hudson - the night we first met.

My breath clung to the crisp autumn air as the weather became chillier by the minute. I quickened my pace; either out of anxiousness or need for warmth...or both. I turned the corner and immediately recognized the bench. So many memories came flooding back and my mind thought of the night I met Adelaide - how beautiful she was, the way she would blush and bite her lip when she was embarrassed, I missed it all. 

I glanced around the riverwalk and my eyes instantly fell on a familiar figure. Adelaide. 

I started fast-walking towards her, almost jogging, and was about to call out her name when some random guy walked up to her first.

They embraced, and he gave her a quick peck on the lips. Who the fuck...I thought to myself. 

The guy turned around and I cursed under my breath when I recognized him.

Louis. 

My muscles tensed as anger coursed through my veins. I'm gone for only six months, and I come back to this?! 

I march up to them, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to punch Louis. Part of me wants to yell at him for being a dick and part of me wants to cry and ask Adelaide why she couldn't have just waited a little longer until I got out.

"What the hell is going on?" I hiss. 

She drops her arms from Louis' waist. 

"Harry?!"

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