The frat boy - Larry Stylinson

Harry

Harrys P.O.V

"Wait. How'd you get out of the handcuffs?" he asked me.

"Old trick I learned in high school" I winked at him.

"W-well uh come .. Follow me?" he said, grabbing my wrist.

"You seem tense" I told him "nervous around me almost." I smirked.

-

Once we were inside of the police station somebody there gave me a blanket to cover myself.

"So. Mr. Styles is it?" a middle aged man with greying hair asked me.

"What?" I asked him.

"Do you know why your here?" he asked me.

"Yeah" i said plainly

"And why are you here?"

"Because i was streaking and had a big house party."

"Very good Styles" he smirked

"Okay.." I spoke "what are you gonna do to me"

"Your gonna spend the night in the cell over there" He pointed to the small, empty cell.

"And when can i leave?" i asked

"9am tomorrow." he looked at me "Now move it Styles"

-

"H-Harry?" a soft voice spoke.

"Ugh" I groaned seeing as the person had woken me from my sleep.

"Harry.. You need to get up" the voice said again "it's 9:03. You can go home now"

"Too early" i whined.

"Well you can go home and sleep" the person said again.

I slowly sat up wiping my eyes as I did.

"Good. Now uh.. Cover yourself up so you can go" I looked up and saw Louis face.

He must of been the one who was talking to me.

"How am I going to get home?" I asked standing up.

"I can take my break and drive you..?" He offered "and you don't even have to sit in the back seat" he added quickly.

"I'd like that" I smiled while walking out of the newly opened cell.

* sorry for the short chapter *