Sound of the Sins |H.s

XII

Arabella's pov

Officers were all around the hallways, some of them looking like they hated their jobs some of them laughing and smoking cigarettes and some of them walking around with an adjusted expression on their faces, lips in a firm line and eyes staring right ahead. There was even some sepoys walking out of different rooms, each of them doing a different job.

I made my way through the crowd and after a couple of disgusting words sent to me from prisoners and them receiving a hard shove from the guards I successfully arrived at the entering gates.

Today Sophia wasn't with me. She told me that it was better for her to distance herself from Liam for a while. Actually it was better for both of them, so I agreed and came to prison myself, wanting to see Harry.

One of the reasons I wanted to see him was to talk to him about Liam and get help from him. But the other reason that was my actual reason for me coming, even though I try to deny it, is because I miss him. Yes I miss him and I don't even know why. I feel like I'm attached to him. In my life there has never been any drama or exciting experiences so I guess meeting someone like Harry was a new thing in my life. That's why I'm so willing to know everything about him. My boring life was nothing without me searching about prisoners and murderer or psychopaths. Yes I know it's weird but whatever. I even once tried to find different escape plans for Harry. Just for fun even the thought of it is ridiculous. I'm not sure I'm capable of doing those things.

I shook my head and focused on the guard as he stared at me and I realized he was waiting for me to tell him what I wanted. I shifted awkwardly from one foot to another and started talking.

"Hey, I'm here to see my friend Harry Styles."

He stared at me for a long minute before saying something. "You will have to wait a minute." Then he turned around with the same bored expression but with a hint of suspicion. My blood ran cold as I smacked my forehead knowing that they've figured out what I've been doing ever since I started coming to visiting hours. I tried to look calm and innocent so if they one percent haven't still realized my lies, they wouldn't.

I saw the guy walking back again with a frown on his face. I really tried to hide my stress but it was impossible. Before getting to the point he said "you look nervous" more like a question as he raised one of his eyebrows. His trick didn't work on me as I shook my head telling him that I was completely fine. Even though I was suffocating under the pressure of the room.

"So.. I can not let you in because apparently so many guards have seen you give random prisoner names to us saying that you want to visit them and then you visit other different prisoners. You will not be let in in this prison anymore because of the last suspicions of you." When his long ass speech ended I gulped down with my eyes a little wider that before. 'That's bullshit' I murmured under my breath not wanting them to hear just to cause more trouble, even though I knew that everything he said was right.

"Yes Sherlock you caught me. I'm actually from ISIS and I'm her-" before I could finish my sentence he grabbed my arm harshly and told one of the guards to guide me out of the place. This guy got no chill.

"Hey don't touch me." I said my voice a little high pitched as I started wiggling in his grip but he was just too strong. I harshly pushed at his chest and he stumbled back just a little but that was enough for my tiny body to move fast in the crowd and make my way through the gates from under them. I was successful at entering them but at the same time that I started off running two other guards came to my side this time holding me from my both sides. Guess those things I learned from all those action movies I saw don't really work in real life. I started moving and shouting at them.