Reagan POV
"Um-what, what are you doing here, Reagan?"
Louis looked worried, and I was just pissed. I was probably a hypocrite to be mad at him for sleeping with someone else, but he hadn't even known this woman for long. He was moving too fast.
"Apparently, interrupting", Niall snorted.
"I'm not in the mood for jokes", I told Niall, then turned back to Louis, "And nevermind. I'm not sure why I came here, but I should be leaving."
"Prince-Reagan, wait!"
I felt an arm tug on my shoulder and turned around.
"Louis, you can't leave", Caroline said, "You're in solitary confinement!"
"Really?” I snickered, "Out of all of the rules, that's the one you're worried about him breaking? I'm pretty sure sleeping with inmates is frowned upon, but you have no problem doing that, do you?"
"Um, excuse me?” she put her hand on her hips, "Who do you think you're talking to?"
Mirroring her movements, I walked straight up to her. She might be a couple inches taller than me, but in no way did she intimidate me. Pssh. I had Louis first. Suck on that one.
"I think I'm talking to a guard that will probably lose her job if I go tell the warden what she's been doing."
"I dare you."
She obviously didn't know me too well. Challenging me? I don't think so.
"Reagan!” this time I felt another hand on my shoulder, and I knew it was Louis pulling me back, "Caroline, don't taunt her. She actually will do it, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't get fired."
I ignored the way that my heart dropped when he said that. Shaking my hand out of his, I stood beside Niall.
"Look, Reagan", Louis said, after conversing with the slut, "You obviously came here for a reason, so let's talk."
"Are you sure your guard will let you?” I made sure to cut my eyes at her.
"Yes, she will. Now, come on."
"Louis, you have 15 minutes. Hurry up and get rid of her", Caroline scowled.
"I'll get rid of you right now, b-."
"Okay! Reagan, get in here! Niall, we'll be done in a second."
Louis quickly pulled me into the cell and closed the door before I could rip all of her hair out. Count your blessings, whore.
"Well, well", I said once we sat in silence for a couple of minutes, "Sleeping with a guard, Louis? They're basically like cops here. She's supposed to be laying down the law, not laying down for the law."
"Well, as clever as that was, who I sleep with is no longer your concern, now is it?"
"You're such a dick", I stuck my middle finger up at him.
"Yeah", he smirked, "One that you miss."
"You wish. Looks like you sure moved on fast."
"Yeah, 2 minutes after I found out that you slept with Zayn", he retorted.
Immediately, I paused. How did he know that?
"He shouldn't have told you that."
"You're right, Reagan. You should have."
"Is that so? Did you plan on telling me about your sexual conquest with Officer STD out there?"
"No", he said.
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Hostage
Fanfiction#1 When things take a turn for the worst for this group of misfits, Zayn comes up with their only solution: rob a bank. But, when a hostage, Reagan, is accidentally taken, Zayn gets more than he bargained for. Not only does Reagan fall for him, but...