Dead Sea // Harry Styles

Chapter 13

Harry looked up at me. I knew that I shouldn't be liking him but I do. I can't help my feelings for him at the moment. I don't know if they will last, there are clearly things in his past he has not yet to tell me, but why should he, I've known him for only 4 days. It's not like I expect anything out of him. I don't even know how long this whole thing will last. I found George and we both were rescued by Zayn and Lou, they can take us home now. Well at least he gets to go home. I don't even know where the hell my apartment is. That's one of two problems I'm in. The other is Harry.

"You look pale." He comments. "Everything okay?"

I think back to what Caleb has said. I'm not okay apparently. I guess I don't have a right to be. But I trust Harry and I can tell him I'm not okay. I can show my face to him.

I ignore everything Caleb told me to do and tell Harry I'm fine. If he's not okay he shouldn't be worried about me not being fine. A person can only have so much on their plate before it overflows.

I nod so my confirmation seems legitament.

"When can George come in?" I hear Louis ask the policeman watching on guard.

"The hell I'm supposed to know kid, I'm just here in case anything goes wrong."

"We'll can you go ask somebody dipshit?" Louis snaps.

"I can take that as verbal assault alright? So I suggest you shut your mouth before I lose my temper!" The policeman's face turned red of rage. It appears he had already lost it.

Louis rolled his eyes and went to sit next to Zayn.

"I'll go ask the front desk." Zayn said. He stood up and walked out.

I never went to sit down. The moment I came in I stood by Harry. I didn't really feel the need to sit. The adrenaline is still pumping through my veins. My energy ironically grew tiresome. My legs never became weak.

"Harry you look tired." I told him.

"I am. I haven't slept all day." His eyes fluttered shut and remained that way.

He never slept. He laid awake the entire night to meet George. He waited and this is where it got him. If only we waited till morning when sunrise was at its peak, we could of called Zayn and he would of been right by my side. No jail, no almost-rape, no complications. Just us getting out.

"You should sleep then." I stick my hand through the bars and rub his hair.

"On what? The ground?" His eyes haven't opened.

"There's a chair behind you." I say indicating the one next to the chair the other man is sitting in. He's sleeping as well.

"Just stay here. It's going to be the most comfortable for me."

I don't reply. I just continue softly running his head while he stands before me.

I turn my head to see Lou finishing his nights rest that I interrupted.

Minutes past before Zayn returns.

"The lady said he has to be here tomorrow, what's his name?"

"George." I answer

"Yeah, they haven't seen him since he left." I nod my head. He walks over to Harry and I.

"Did he punch you at all?" Zayn asks.

"Yeah once. After I hit him like twice."

"Man you've got to stop doing that." He shakes his head giving a slight smile.

"What do you keep talking about?" I ask them.

"Ever since I called you, I have been hearing nonstop of how Harry went to jail. What is this?"