Dandelions (A One Direction FanFic)

Trials and Verdicts

Harry's POV

I laid on my medal bed,staring up at the gray stone ceiling. It was amazing seeing Elizabeth again. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I used to push her to the back of my head because it was too painful to think about her,my first love. She was the first girl that I didn't think had 'cooties'. "Mr.Styles,Officer Horan wishes to see you." Rosa said from the other side of the bars. 'Great now maybe I'll be able to get my side of the story out.' Once again,Rosa led me down a gray hallway,but,just as the vistors' boxes came into view we made a left turn that revealed a different hallway lined with office doors,people were rushing in and out of every door in the hall,papers were flying every where! The place was a madhouse. Rosa tapped lightly on a door with a plaque that read: Officer Horan,Head of the Aylsebury Police Department.'Ooooh fancy.' I thought sarcastically. "Come in." A younger voice replied from the other side of the door. He couldn't be that much older than me. "I'll be back later." Rosa gave me a quick smile and then turned on her heel in the opposite direction. Well,gotta face him sometime. And with that thought I stepped into Officer Horan's office,away from all the chaos.

The place wasn't much bigger than my cell. The walls were covered with certificates and photographs of I'm guessing his family and friends. "Hem hem" My mind wandered back to where I was. Oh yea...in prison! A young man,who I assumed made the hem hem,sat behind a large,wooden desk,his legs crossed one over the other. I was right,he was only a few years older than me. Had to be. He was a good looking man,his hair was blond and styled. His eyes were a nice shade of blue and he wore a white dress shirt with a black tie,black pants too. "Sit,Mr.Styles." He said with a thick Irish accent. I didn't want to be in any more trouble by mouthing off to him,which I have a bad habit of doing so I sat as he had demanded. "You were found lying next to a beaten police officer who had defensive wounds-" "Hey! He tazered me! I didn't touch him-" "The other two suspects were found tryng to jump a fence just a block away." "Look,I know it looks bad but if you would just let me explain." ".....I'm listening." I told him my story,not leaving out any details. Once I was finished there was a moment of silence before he spoke. "Your story sounds very convincing and considering we didn't find any drugs on you or any in you you will not be facing maximum penalty. However,we did find you lying next to a beaten cop." "But,I didn't do that! That cop was chasing some guy named Benny-" "You know the third suspect's name? The other two won't crack." "Well,yea I guess I forgot to mention all the things they said in their conversation (so much for giving every detail) but all I know is that his name is Benny.." I shrugged,not really knowing what else to say. "All right,I'll see what I can do. We can't really give you a sentence without the officer's statement. So,until then you'll be here." "What? I can't leave?" "Sorry,but until we make sure you're not a threat to others we can't release you-" He was interrupted by a faint knocking on the open door's frame. A pretty woman stood there,clipboard in hand. She had dirty blond hair that fell just a little pass her shoulders. Her skin was light and her eyes were a pure green with gray powder swirling in them (not actual gray powder)again,she couldn't be much older than me."Sorry to interrupt. One of the suspects,George Jence,is finally speaking. He says that he's ready to be interrogated." "Thank you,Em." She gave him a sheepish smile and waltz away. I turned back to him. "Em?" He blushed furiously. "Moving on...I want you to return to your cell. Don't worry you haven't been filed as a criminal yet,therefore,no criminals will be placed with you. Hopefully you'll only be in there for a few days before Mr.Henz (the beaten officer) is well enough to give a statement." I nodded my head,knowing that there was no point to argue. "Well,Mr.Styles-" "Call me Harry." "...Harry,that is the verdict I have for you. Consider this your court trial." "I don't have to go to actual court?" "There's no need to get everyone's panties in a bunch over this when we haven't found any drugs on you or in your system. We just have to record Mr.Henz statement then present it to the judge. He'll then decide if you're guilty or innocent and we'll get it back to you." 'Thanks Officer Hora-" "Call me Niall." He grinned teasingly. I smiled back at him. "Well,thanks,Niall." "Welcome,Harry. Now,you can return to your cell and I have to go talk to Mr.Jence." "All right. Oh,and Niall?" "Yes?" "Good luck with Em (her full name is Emily btw)." He blushed once again and left. "Mr.Styles?" It was Rosa. "Yea?" "You have a phone call." I smiled as I headed out the door,Rosa leading the way."