Case #111 ☆ h.s. AU

1: Documents

"Officer Delaney." Harry corrected, the smirk growing on his face.

"You look good."

"Thank you." I said shaking off his compliment, bribery would get him nowhere although he never failed to try.

I took notice to his clothes, the last time I had seen him he was still adorned in the orange jumpsuit all inmates wear on their first months of being incarcerated, Harry had now surpassed the six month mark and was wearing an official gray jumpsuit.

"I see you've adjusted, no longer wearing orange." I said eyeing him and he shrugged.

"It's a change of pace, orange never really complimented me very well anyway."

"Right." I stated before clicking the pen in front of me again.

"You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Harry said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest.

I reached up to flip on the camcorder and then settled the lens on him.

"Harry Styles, male, twenty four, conviction of attempt of First Degree Murder and sentenced to twelve months until trial." I said and Harry looked unfazed by the information, almost at ease.

"How have you been..adjusting?" I asked and he shrugged, looking at the wall behind me.

This was the most frustrating part, trying to get answers for a case, and never getting anywhere.

"I'm meeting with the DA this week Harry, they're going to want some sort of facts to go off of when they represent you in court." I stated and he didn't blink, didn't move, just sat there, stoney silence.

"Where were you July 9th, 2015 Harry?"

Silence.
"Why were you in Mr. Langston's home?"

Silence.

"The police think you were there because you were waiting for him."

More sufferable silence.

"....Where'd you get the gun Harry?" I mumbled the last part and his eyes met mine but he said nothing.

"You're not helping yourself. If you can't give me anything but silence I can't work out details and try to help you get out of this." I said sighing and he didn't falter.

"I spoke to your mother last week." I said and that was the first time he made any kind of facial expression other than blank.

"She's worried about you Harry, she wants you to-"

"You don't have any fucking clue what my mother wants." He snapped and I leaned back in my chair folding my arms across my chest.

"Then tell me." I said and he clenched and unclenched his jaw, never saying a word.

"I want to help you, Harry, God help me I want to help you get out of this mess, I just need to understand your motives so I can. Please, throw me a bone." I said and he just sat there, staring at the table, at his hands, at the wall, everywhere but me.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled. He was so infuriating and I was losing my wits one at a time.

"There is nothing you can do to help me." He said finally, and I sighed a forlorn sigh.

"You always say that but I can help you, you just have to be willing to let me help you."

Harry just raked his fingers through his messy hair and went back to being silent.

A few moments passed, the ticking of the clock behind me on the wall was the only sound in the room and although our session wasn't up for another fifteen minutes I had to get out of that room.