When The Clock Strikes Twelve (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirty-Four; "Nothing Hurts Like You Do"

Jason's POV

"What do you mean I'm not gonna get bail?" I snapped at my legal advisor on the phone.

The dude didn't even have the decency to actually come out to see me, so I had to talk to him at the temporary jail I was at.

I was wearing some tacky mustard yellow jumpsuit and it felt itchy as fuck.

"Unfortunately you're looking at 10 years for the robberies - 2 at the minimum - you have absolutely no way to get bail until trial. Even then, if you get bail you're only going to be out a week before your sentence if they find you guilty." He spoke with a sigh, seeming to be bored with our conversation.

"How long until trial?" I groaned, leaning against the wall as I frustratingly tugged at my hair.

I couldn't stand this place. I wanted to go home and be with Justin. I really fucked up.

"It could be next week, or it could be in two months... It depends when they decide to push everything through." he hummed, "Call me next week and we can discuss this further."

"But I really need to-"

"Goodbye, McCann." He hung up before I could complain further.

I slammed the phone down and huffed. A guard eyed me, giving me a warning look before I grabbed the phone again, and shoving some change into the slot to make another call.

I closed my eyes as I let the phone ring out, hoping to receive an answer on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Its Jason." I breathed out, smiling at the familiar voice.

"I gathered that, they did some weird robotic voice thing that told me a jail was calling. Are you okay?" Niall questioned.

"I'm fine. Why do you have Justin's phone? How is he? Is he alright?" I rushed out, hoping the guard doesn't tell me my times up yet.

"He's upset. Justin left his phone in the kitchen so I grabbed it... He misses you already and it's only been three days." Niall murmured, "But you can't be worried about him right now you need to focus on getting out."

"Getting out? Apparently I'm facing like ten solid years in here. I don't care I just want to know how Justin is doing." I sighed.

"Are you serious?" Niall gasped.

"Apparently. My stupid legal advisor doesn't seem to care at all." I grumbled, "Can I speak to Justin please?" I mumbled.

"I'll see if I can get you a lawyer that'll actually help... Hold on a sec so I can put him on." Niall mumbled before putting me on hold.

I glanced around, noticing a few other prisoners walking towards the other phones to make their calls.

I was glad that this place was a little laid back and let you use the phone as much as you wanted (with your own money) between certain times.

"Hi." Justin spoke softly into the receiver.

"Hey baby." I instantly smiled, "How are you?"

"Jason? Are you coming back?" Justin piped up, sniffling a little.

"I can't right now... But I'll try real hard, okay?" I sighed, "Don't cry, babe."

Justin hiccupped, sobbing through the phone, "I miss y-you."

"I miss you too." I murmured, my heart aching at the sound of his broken voice.

"I want to see you. It's not fair." Justin huffed, before sniffling again.

"Soon, Justin." I promised, "Do me a favour, please?"

"What?" Justin whimpered.

"Take good care of the boys and Danny, yeah? They get into all sorts of trouble and you gotta make sure they're good." I sighed, biting my bottom lip, "Can I trust you to do that for me?"

"I... Yes." Justin mumbled, letting out a small yawn into the phone.

"Go have some rest. I'll try and call tomorrow if I can get more change. Love you." I hummed softly.

"I love you more." Justin replied, "I'll make sure Niall and Zayn and everyone is good I promise. Danny says he loves you." Justin quickly added and I smiled.

"Give him lots of cuddles and kisses for me." I chuckled lightly, "Bye baby."

"Bye." he replied softly, before I hung up and sighed.

I wish I could turn back time...