Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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(A/N- ok, so I know nothing about law and all but I'm just going to write it from what I hear. By the way, this is just a short filler for now. I'll update again soon.)

Harry's POV:

When I opened my eyes, a long stride of light shined over me. I winced lightly and shut my eyes again. When I reopened my eyes, I looked around to see the same prison cell I've been in for a week. Every time I woke up from a rest, I'd always hope being here was a dream and I was back at home next to Sam in my bed, watching weird shit that she likes. Of course, it wasn't and it'll never be.

Remembering that Wing A breakfast would be soon and I was very hungry, I decide it'd be a good time to get out of bed and put on some clothes. I didn't really have a choice in clothes either. All of my clothes were blue scrub-like things. The only thing I could chose from was my t-shirt length. I had a long sleeve white tee, a short sleeve white tee, and a sleeveless tee that was tight on me like glue. It's a pretty good variety. But even my underwear was all the same; Shorter square boxers like I usually wear.

Once my clothes were on, I had a couple minutes to spare until the check so I decided I'd lay back on my bed and stare at the top bunk.

"I never asked you; Why're you in here?" My cells mate that I thought never talked, asks.

I peel my eyes from the bunk and turn to look at the Hispanic man beside me.

"Why should I tell you that?" I glare harshly at him. He doesn't need to know shit about me. He doesn't even need to know my name. I don't even know his name.

"I don't know, it was just a question." He stammered, scratching his bald head.

I roll my eyes, uninterested, and turn back to the top bunk.

I don't need anyone's shit.

"What's your name then?" Does he ever shut the hell up? Fuck..

"What's it matter to you?" I reply harshly.

"I'm just trying to pass time here."

"Well, don't. Time will pass itself." I snap.

The Hispanic looked appalled as the words slipped out of my mouth.

"Your lucky I'm not like other guys in here." He speaks with more confidence than the last time.

"What do you mean? I can take any one of these bastards any day." I scoff.

Maybe I was a little over confident...

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try, cracker."

"I could beat your ass, Beaner. Don't even fucking try me." I spat.

I knew this wouldn't turn out good for either one of us, but honestly, right now, I didn't care. He needs his ass beat for walking around like this and calling people shit.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes at me and walks away, clearly annoyed.

That's right, I thought to myself; Victory.

****

Fights and arguments broke out in the cafeteria all around me. Guys, big and tall, argued over seats and food. If there's one thing I learned about prison, it's Sit alone, because if you sit near anyone, your automatically sitting in someone else's seat. Same for food. If you, for example, have one more fry or tatter-tot than someone else, you stole it. It's bullshit, actually.

A loud screech of a chair, turns my attention from in front me. I turn my head from the side and look towards a tall (not as tall as me) brunette boy who's now sat in front of me.

"What do you want?" I spat.

The boy looks at me, un-phased as he smirked. It was like he could see right through me. He was confident. Really, confident.

"Calm it, Niño. I don't want anything from you." He said, emphasizing anything and you. The boy had a sort of redneck accent. He had another thing to him, too. I couldn't quite point it out, though.

"Niño?" I repeat.

"Boy." He clarifies.

"Hm." I huff, annoyed with foreign shit. Shouldn't that be illegal in the US?

"Besides, I'm not bothering anyone." He smirks, knowing he's slowly striking a nerve.

"Why the hell are you here?" I spat, once again.

"Rape, murder.."

"No, not that. I mean why're you sitting here?" I interrupt him, frustrated.

"Oh, that." He chuckles.

"Yeah, that." I seethe through my gritted teeth.

His chuckles die down as he looks around to see who's watching us. He turns back to me and leans towards me to whisper something.

"I'm here for the same reason your are; to get away from these sick bastards."

Though this boy didn't seem that bad, I still wanted to fucking punch him for being an over-confident dickhead.