Innocence Behind Bars {{{HIATUS}}}

Chapter 2

-Harry's Pov-

Maybe if I would have just listened to my own mind I wouldn't be in this mess. My life is definitely fucked now. It's like, the one time I do something wrong the bad stuff happens to me. And when lots of other people do everything wrong they never ever get caught. 

My mum isn't talking to me at the moment. She didn't even come to court when they had the court session to decide whether I was guilty or not. Which they did. I don't even know how they could've found me guilty when I've never taken non prescribed drugs before and I didn't even do it on purpose when I took the drugs, when I smoked I was just listening to Jack. And I'm not trying to put the blame on Jack, I should've just told him no in the first place. They just looked at the bit of evidence they had, which was that I was at that party, and found me guilty of all that stuff. 

My own mum hates me because of this, my best and only friend is dead, and my life sucks. How could this get any worse? 

-Louis' Pov-

Ugh I hate all the glares prisoners give me when I walk past them. Like, I'm not the one in jail am I? No. 

What am I doing in a jail might you ask. Well I myself am not a prisoner of course, I work here. I know what you're thinking, 'Ew why do you work there?' Well I happen to like my job, even though I don't like the people here, meaning the prisoners. I've always wanted to work with the law or in some way with the law. Well up next to me wanting to be a famous singer or a footie player but that didn't work so yeah, third choice. 

I'm a guard, or corrections officer here. You might think I wouldn't be respected with being five foot nine and being pretty small, but I am. I can chase after someone if they try to run, and when I get them they won't be going anywhere because I'm stronger then you would think. The only person that's gotten away from me is my mate Liam, he's also a guard. He's the whole reason I pushed myself to be strong and fit, if it wasn't for him I'd probably not have this job. 

My other mate is Niall; he's one of the detectives for this prison. He finds out what happened in some cases, and sometimes he even finds out that the evidence other detectives have found are wrong. I love it when he does that, the look on the other detective's faces are always hilarious!

I graduated from high school and by then, I'd already given up the dream of being a famous singer. After I graduated from there I went to college for three years to get a bachelor's degree, which I did or else I wouldn't have this job right now. I met Liam and Niall at that college and we became best mates. Liam and Niall had been best mates before they met me though. 

Apparently there's a new prisoner coming in to this place today and Liam and I have to lead him to his cell. I don't really know much about them except for the facts that he's a guy; he took drugs, that someone ended up dead because of him, and that he's only bloody seventeen! Wow, he must be a real trouble maker to be in the slammer at such a young age, Jesus. 

"C'mon," Liam said dragging me by the arm to the 'lobby' of this place. On the way there we passed a couple of other workers and I nodded to them, silently saying hi. When we got to the 'lobby' of the place I saw that there were a couple of people, some workers, some prisoners, and some just regular people probably visiting. But when I look a little harder I saw a boy, in my opinion he looked about fifteen. He was sitting there in a chair with handcuffs around his wrists and there was a different guard near him. When I looked a bit closer at his face I saw that there were evident tear tracks going down his cheeks and the boy just all around looked lost. 

Is this the new prisoner? I thought to myself. I may be a lot older then this boy looks but I have to admit that he's attra- God what am I saying?! Get yourself together Tomlinson! I can't be thinking that about someone who could be a prisoner, it’s not right. At all.