Imprisonment | Harry Styles

Chapter 4

Riley.

The room was quiet. Far too quiet that you could hear a pen drop all the way on the other side of this colossal prison. My fingers tapped away on the wooden desk in front of me, a small lamp sitting on it that lightened up the room a little. My eyes fixed on the chair that sat in front of me that would no longer be empty in a few minutes.

I heard the door creak open, making my head turn instantly to find Harry being escorted into the room by two guards. I swallowed down the lump in my throat as they sat him down in the chair in front of me, cuffing his wrists to the arm chairs and ankles to the chair legs. Just like when I saw him through the glass three days ago. Except this time there wasn't any glass separating us.

"We'll be right outside the door. Just come get us if you need anything, Mrs. Conrad." One of the guards, gone by Ted as I'd been told, said. "He won't be able to get out of those cuffs, by the way." He added before he stepped out of the room along with the other guard. The door was then closed, leaving Harry and I alone. Together.

My gaze turned to Harry, noticing he was already looking at me with his deep green eyes. I shifted my weight around slightly, attempting to get comfortable in the already uncomfortable wooden chair.

"If you're gonna talk then you might wanna make it fast. They're only gonna give us a minimum amount of time." Harry said, his face staying the same blank expression it was before. I could tell he wasn't amused by all this, he simply didn't care.

"I suggest you let me make the decision as to when I want to start talking. Considering you m-murdered my..." My eyes filled with tears and I quickly looked away from Harry, setting my gaze to my lap.

I heard Harry shift around slightly, and I could easily feel and tell that he was looking at me. "Look... Riley..."

I stood up from the seat, bringing my hands up to my eyes and wiping them fast as I started toward the door. I couldn't do this, it was far too soon. I should've known that. Just as I was about to twist the knob of the wooden door, I heard a soft, "Wait!"

My head flung around to look at Harry, pulling my hand away from the door. "Please, don't let them see that I made you cry." He pleaded.

As I made my way back over to the chair I was sitting in, I crinkled up my eyebrows at him. "What would it matter if they saw?"

Harry let out a sigh before looking at me, "They'll..." He paused, taking a minute to look me over. "I just didn't want them to see you like that. I'm sorry for making you cry."

"You didn't make me cry, Harry. The thing you did is what's making me cry." I replied softly, my words coming out a little slower than usual.

I noticed Harry swallowing hard, his eyes getting a little darker than they were moments before our conversation had even started. "You wanna know a secret?" He asked, leaning as far as he could onto the desk to get closer to me, as if he was actually whispering a secret.

My body was shaking with fear, instantly backing up slightly. "I-I suppose," I replied quietly.

"I didn't kill your mother. In fact, I didn't cause any harm." Harry spoke lowly, "They've got the wrong guy, you see. I shouldn't even be here. In prison."

By the time Harry was finished talking, I had an extremely confused look on my face. "But... the evidence... the fingerprints... the cigarette packet that belonged to you." My sentences were coming out slowly.

Harry cursed under his breath, "Fuck, my cigarettes." He mumbled quietly, but I was still able to hear him clearly.

"Why would you make up such a sick lie? Just so I could bail you out of here and you can go back to killing innocent people?" I shouted out a little louder than I expected, clinching my fists together.

Harry's face darkened instantly at my questions, licking over his bottom lip. "Who said I was lying, exactly?"

"You didn't have to say it." I responded quickly.

"Doesn't mean you had to assume it." He was quicker to respond this time.

I sighed, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I stared at him. He was staring back, as if he was looking straight into my soul and studying me like a book.

If there was a person that made me more uncomfortable than anything, it had to be Harry. Right now that is. He had managed to make it awkward and scary within the last ten minutes of our conversation. I was too frightened to say a word to him.

"It was lovely talking to you, Riley." Harry let a small smirk appear on his lips. I didn't bother responding to him, he was just playing games with me. I simply got up and left.

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"Mrs. Conrad, Harry has requested that you come around again tomorrow. He really regrets coming onto you so sharply and wants to start over. Does that sound fine?" Mr. Locke asked, whom I had just met today. He was a nice guy. Or so I thought.

Although, his request seemed very peculiar. Harry really seemed like he didn't want to speak to me anymore a few hours ago and he acted as if he didn't care about the whole murder incident.

"Does that sound fine, Mrs. Conrad?" Mr. Locke repeated, a little louder this time.

A small sigh escaped my lips as I nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear to get it out of my face. "Alright, that sounds fine I suppose."

"Great," Mr. Locke smiled, "Just swing by tomorrow and give this to the front desk. They'll take you exactly to this destination." He handed me a piece of paper which read the numbers '43578'.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly as I took it from him. "Okay," I mumbled, "Can I ask what this is?"

"You'll find out tomorrow, Mrs. Conrad. I'll see you then," He let out a soft chuckle before walking away from me in an opposite direction. I sighed a little louder this time, folding the piece of paper that he gave me and putting it into my pocket.

A strong part of me really wanted to know what these numbers meant, or simply stood for. But the other half of me was screaming that it was better not to know right now.

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