Criminal // h.s

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HARRYS POV

"Do you really want to hear about periods Harry?" I slightly cringe at the thought, I think I know how it works. The vagina bleeds and it hurts like hell, what's more to it?

"I'm fine, I'm going to go talk with Niall." I chuckle, I'll leave them alone to continue there conversation. Even though I feel suspicious I know I can trust Kylie. These past few days she's been showing me that she cares for me. That's all I want. Someone to deeply show that they care for me, that they love and that won't leave my side.

Maybe I'm a bit psychotic. Or crazy. Whatever you decide to call it. Everything in my life has driven me to this. I don't want to be stabbed again...

"I love you Harry." I hear Kylie's fragile voice speak up. She's been telling me that a lot lately. I mean, I love her too. But you don't see me declaring my love for her every five minutes.

"Why are you-" I wasn't even able to finish my question.

But now I have a million questions. So many thoughts running through my head.

"What the fuck is going?" I panic.

"Harry Styles put your hands up where we can see them." A cop yells at me making anger erupt in me.

"Kylie..." I whisper and all she does is sit and watch. Doesn't she love me?

Don't you love me Kylie?

I could never forgive you.

Another cop runs over to me and roughly grabs my arms. I try to fight back but that just seems to anger the cop. He ends up kicking me in my lower region to stop me from moving which definitely worked. I groaned in pain and the cop brought his chapped thin lips dangerously close to my ears.

He spoke in a dark tone, "Been wanting to do that for a while. You crazy fucker, how did it feel killing my daughter?" His grip tighten by every word.

"Who was your daughter?" I smirk as the name Jade Fairwell escape his lips.

"She just a good fuck." I give him a sinister laugh. I want him to feel as much as possible. I don't care.

"Stop fucking moving!" He demands cuffing my hand to my back.

"I love you too Kylie." I yell as the cop is pushing me out the door.

Even though I'm feeling anger, betrayal, hurt and agony I still feel love for her.

I love her. I'm in love with a girl who doesn't even love me back.

I'm forcefully thrown in the back seat of the police car. Frankly, they didn't give a fuck about how I felt. How could they though? To the entire world I was a walking monster. The one your mom warned you about when you younger. The one you feared under your bed and called your father in to check. I was slick and hidden until he was gone, that's when I made my move and made everyone fear me.

The car window was rolled down allowing me to see the outside.

A few minutes pass by sitting in this car. A few minutes that felt like hours, I wanted everything to go quickly but everything was going in slow motion.

I got one more look at her as she walked out with her mom and some other cops.

The car drove away.

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It was the feeling of being trapped in your worst nightmare. I'm trapped in my worst nightmare; losing her. Now I'm faced in front of the man who will always hate me because of the sickening things I did to his daughter. Not any day will he show any signs of pity or sorry. Never. I understood though, I know I'm clinically crazy and should've stayed getting help. However, it didn't feel right. It felt like I was empty, I was shallow. But when I got help it felt like I was being forcefully filled in with this small pill that they called help to make me feel "normal" again. It wasn't care, it wasn't love. It was just to get me "better".

"Styles, listen up." I shot my head up to listen to what the cop had to say.

"I wish," he pulled out the chair and sat down. He continued, "I really wished you would've gone the death penalty. But what do you get? Oh, a fucking lifetime in prison. And why? "Because you're clinically crazy"." He mocked the judges words and laughed in my face.

"You're fucking insane."

"Thanks." I reply. He was right, there was never a time when he lied.

I just wish he would shut the fuck up already, I was getting sick of listening to his voice. It cracked at times like a twelve year old boy going through puberty. "You wouldn't survive a day in prison. They all hate you there Styles. Just wait until they find out who's going to ArmVilles all men Prison. They are gonna enjoy having fun with you."

With that he finally left the room leaving me alone in silence. It was so quiet I could hear the sound of the moving cars from outside and the wind that whistles by the second.

This also gives me a good time to think about how I'm going to escape prison. Their is no fucking way I'm staying there for a lifetime.

When I get out I'll find Kylie and we'll go to a place far far away where we can't be bothered.

We can live happily ever after.

A door slammed open and it's the same annoying cop from a few minutes ago.

I was better in silence.

"Get up Styles- oh wait you can't." He chuckles at what I suppose was a joke.

"So funny." I roll my eyes at him.

"You're tightened grip just seems to get tighter every time you have to take me somewhere. I love it." I wink at him making him actually blush. I almost puked but refrained myself from doing so. This also made him loosen his grip on my arms which was what I was aiming for.

"Where are we going?" I ask, I'm allowed to know where I'm going right?

"Shut up." Is his response.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask once again making him take in a deep breath. He was trying so hard to hold his anger in and not burst out screaming at me.

"You're going to the fucking prison."

"That was really quick. I don't even get to see my baby girl in court?"

"You'll never get to see any other girl until you're rotting in hell. We know it was you that killed all those people."

"You're right. It was me, but you know the most fun to kill just had to be your daughter. Want to know why? I wanted to see how it was to betray someone and leave them like they left me. She wanted me but I didn't want her. She craved for an insane person like me." He tried so hard to not show any expression but his eyes showed anger and deep deep hatred. I know he couldn't do anything about it.

It was silence once again and the thought of escape was the only running through my head at the moment.

I am going to escape and I am going to be with Kylie. Even if that means having to do anything to be with her once again to feel loved.

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Holoooo everyone I hope you liked this chapter. I wrote it in Harrys point of view to show the reader what Harry was feeling through out the whole thing.

Also shout out to Nikki9779 for writing that suggestion to write this chapter on Harry's POV on the last chapter (even tho I was low key thinking of writing that lmao) thank you so much 💖

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