Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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-Sam's POV-

I stood in the corner of the larger room and watched an officer drag Harry from his cell. I decided that today I'd visit Harry and make sure he's alright. It took a lot of debating but I finally gave in.

I followed behind 2 officers who were pulling Harry's shirt sleeve. Harry struggled in the men's grips as the pulled harder. One of the officers had a taser and threatened Harry with it if he didn't calm down. I offered one of the officers some help but they only quickly and harshly denied me. Harry turned his head and looked between me and the guards. He looked beyond angry.

"Don't you talk to her like that." Harry hissed.

In all the anger, Harry got one of his hands freed and pushed the guy down. I was shocked by Harry's actions. Thinking fast, I put my hand In Harry's.

"Please, stop. This is the reason why your in here in the first place." I plead.

"He can't talk to you that way though, Sam." He says in almost a desperate tone.

"Harry, it's okay. It doesn't bother me."

"But it sure as hell bothers me." He says tightening his fist.

"Stop it, Harry. I'm serious, it's fine." I say in Harsher but quieter tone.

Harry looked at me a bit shocked before he unclenched his fist slowly. His grip on my hand remained tight. Harry's head drops low and falls into my neck as a frown appears across his face.

"Sorry." Harry's breath tickled my neck as he breathed out sorrowfully.

"It's okay." I assured. Harry's head lifted from my neck and stared down at me as if unsure about my last statement.

Harry, looking not fully convinced, turns around to the officer.

"We're ready."

One officer nods while the others just watch in shock as Harry's behavior changed.

"Come on." Said the now smirking guard.

I let the officer go ahead of us as I tried to pull my hand away from Harry's. Harry didn't let me let go though. Instead, his grip got even tighter on my hand, forcing me to hold his hand.

The officer took us outside into the empty courtyard. Harry was ahead of me as I looked around the courtyard, so he sort of dragged me. Harry was first to sit at a bench. As for me, I swept my seat off before I sat.

"Whats your bail?" I immediately ask as soon as I sit.

"I don't know, nobody fucking told me yet. I have to have my damn court date first."

"When's that?"

"November 1st." He confirms.

That was in 4 days..

"Do you have an attorney?"

"Fuck." Harry breathed out in frustration. "I was supposed to have one of those?"

"Yes, Harry. It's in the Miranda Rights that you have a right to an attorney." I explain. Harry curses lightly under his breath as he realizes.

"Shit. Where can I get one?" He taps the table as he stares at me impatiently.

"I don't know, but one is given to you if you can't afford or find one."

"How much do attorney's cost?"

"Too much, Harry." I shake my head in devastation.

"Fuck.." He breathes out with his head in his hands. "Can you pay for one?" He looks back up at me.