Hostage

Chapter 36- Things Change

6 Weeks Later

Reagan POV

I was excited today for one reason and one reason only. Louis had written me a letter asking me to come visit him in prison despite the fact that he told me not to visit 6 weeks ago. The next morning, I got dressed to go visit him. After calling Zayn and asking for directions, I made it there 2 hours later.

"Can I help you?” a rather large security guard asked when he first saw me.

"I'm here to visit...a friend."

"Sorry, ma'am. No visitation today unless you're a spouse."

"We're married", I lied, "He's my husband."

"Really?” he smiled, obviously not buying it, "And you didn't know that 30 seconds ago when you referred to him as your friend?"

"I married my best friend. You've never heard of a fairytale like that? Well, it's real."

He laughed to himself and glanced down at me.

"Look here. You're cute, so I'll pretend like I actually believe you. You can go and visit your 'husband', but if anyone asks, I'm not the one who let you in."

"Thank you so much", I glanced at his name tag, "Caleb."

"No problem, ma'am", he smiled, "Now, who are you trying to see?"

"Louis Tomlinson."

"Oh, him? He's one of my favorites."

"Why is that?” I asked.

"He's the only one who actually takes the time to talk to me. And, he's pretty hardcore if he got locked up for why he's in here now."

"Yeah, he's...great", I shrugged.

Caleb looked in some folder next to him and stood up. I saw him grab some keys and began walking.

"Give me 5 minutes, and I'll go and get him. In the meantime, wait in here."

He led me to a windowless room with a bed and pillow in it. I felt like I was in a coffin. Was I in an actual cell? What kind of prisons has visits in here? I was trying to find a clean place to sit when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Hey, Princess."

The nickname that I hadn't heard in forever made my heart jump. But, I didn't want to get excited over nothing. I turned and faced Louis and was surprised at what I saw. His facial hair was thick, and he look exhausted. He also had another tattoo on the other side of his neck, but I couldn't quite read what it said.

"Hey, Lou. Why am I here?"

"Well, I've had some time to think these past 6 weeks, and I think we made a mistake."

"Wait, what?"

I couldn't help but notice the way that he kept edging towards me with a smirk on his face. It was getting hot in here.

"Liam stopped by and told me what a dick I'd been, and he's right. I should've never ended it with you."

"Louis", I was now backed up against the bed with Louis impossibly close to me, "don't say things you don't mean."

"Why wouldn't I mean it, babe?"

He walked towards me and began to unbutton my shirt. I didn't want him to stop, but I was confused. I thought he was mad at me?

"Louis, what are you doing?"

"Well, off the top of my head, I have about 5 things that I want us to do, and not one of them requires you being clothed."