Why do I love you? (Harry Styles fan fiction)

Back to square one

I sit in this stupid cell looking at the four walls before me,under surveillance .

Shut out from the outside world,I'm in absolute silence.

The only soul I see is a guard who brings my food and takes me to the toilet.My new guard doesn't talk much,usually a hello how are you here and there but nothing really.

The food tastes vile,porridge I hate it.I force myself to eat it though as I have no choice.

I don't know where Dexter has vanished to.

I don't sleep much anymore wondering what the next thing Harry is going to attempt to kill me with.

Oh that man infuriates me,he must have a split personality.Its almost like someone flicks s switch in his mind and he goes from a kind guy to an absolute lunatic.

I wonder why he invited me to his room that night?He's such a creep.Oh only he wasn't so hot,then I would hate him more.

"Your with Dylan,don't forget" My conscience mocks me

"S***,why am I thinking of Harry in that way,for one he's my teacher and two he's a complete psycho.He should be the one behind bars not me.

It makes me wonder what happened to that girl who left is room that night.Is she a prisoner here.Such a pretty girl,I saw marks and fresh scabs dotted of her arms and legs,I wonder if that's from him?

It's horrible in here,no windows.It's dark ,there are lights which are dimly lit.I'm sure Harry is doing on purpose.Its dusty and filthy in here.All I have is a mattress and a wardrobe full of orange jump suits.

I spend my days counting floor tiles and bricks on the wall,always losing count.

What did Harry expect me to do,drown in that box,I had to do something to get out of there.

I have cobwebs decorating this hell hole,and I thought that box I was originally in was bad enough.I'd take being caged in there over this any day,minus the water I suppose.

At Least I could see daylight,the outside world.Life.

I've been in here about a week now,and I hate it.

Surprisingly the only enjoyment I get as strange as it sounds is being taken out of here to go to the toilet.I get to see people in the corridor,despite the fact I'm not allowed to converse with anyone otherwise I get an electric shock.

I haven't seen Harry for several days now.His annoying voice hasn't spoken on the speakers in my room since o was put in here.

I wonder if Harry has some sort of twin and they just switch now and again.

What a stupid thing to think,impossible actually.

Tuesday,it's been a week and a half now,and I'm bored out of my head.

My guard brings me food or what I like to call mush.I haven't seen his face,they all where those stupid masks,all I know about him is his name,Steve.He doesn't talk much.

Friday finally comes around and I informed my guard I was bored,so he gave me a tennis ball to throw and catch in my hands.I guess I can't damage anything with this,maybe the glass lights on the wall of this place but then again there would be mo point in doing that.Then I really would be sitting in pitch black.

By Sunday,lonely press hits me like a tonne of bricks.80% of my day consists of laying on my bed throwing this ball up in the air and catching it.I sometimes bounce it off the wall,I was never good at catching things.

The rest of my day is spent trying to figure out how I'm going to get out of here,thinking of Daisy Dylan and Louis.

Bored out of my brain as the days slowly tick by.