Imprisonment | Harry Styles

Chapter 6

Riley.

It had been a few days since I had been up to the prison, and all I could think about was what Harry tried to get me to believe. How he wasn't the killer and it was all a lie. How he shouldn't really be in prison, and that it was all just a mistake. Another thing I could only think about was the trials in a few days, and how Harry was probably going to attempt to beg for innocence.

"Riley, relax for one day." I heard my roommate, Lily, mumble from the living room.

Lily was always one that went with the flow, she hated it when I was a mess and couldn't figure things out. "It's impossible to relax with all of this going on, Lily." I replied, tapping on my journal with my pencil.

"When did you start doing that?" She asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows, finally looking up at her. "Start doing what?"

"That," she said, pointing to the dark brown worn out journal I was currently tapping on with my pencil. "When did you start writing in that thing?"

"Ever since my mom was announced dead," I said shortly, earning a long silence from Lily. I had a feeling once I said it I knew the atmosphere would grow dull and awkward, not to mention sad.

"I've gotta go," I sighed, standing up and collecting my papers. "Mr. Locke wanted to talk to me about the trial next week."

Lily nodded, "Okay. Matt called, by the way."

My eyes widened for a brief moment as I stopped what I was doing. Matt called me? I mean, I remembered him mentioning that he was going to call me... but I didn't know he was going to actually do it. I figured he'd just forgotten about it or gotten busy with something more important.

"What did he say?" I asked, crinkling my nose.

"I told him you were busy," Lily stated, "and that you would call him back once you were free and a little more relaxed. He understood."

I smiled, "Thanks, Lil. I'll have to call him later on."

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"Harry's eating in that room right over there if you'd like to speak with him a little more about the trial." Mr. Locke said as soon as I handed him information papers about my lawyer.

"Umm.." I contemplated the idea, wondering if it was a bright one. "Is he cuffed?"

Mr. Locke chuckled, "No, we don't cuff prisoners when they're eating. But there's a few guards in there if that makes you feel a little better."

I nodded, walking back toward towards the room that Mr. Locke said Harry was in. The guards did make me feel better when I was with Harry and he wasn't cuffed, there was no telling what he wanted to do to me after the other day.

"Oh, look who it is."

I turned my head and saw Harry sitting at a lunch table, eating some rather disgusting looking food. I gave him a scowl as I slowly walked over to him, sitting down at the table.

"What're you here for now? To earn me a few more beatings?" Harry asked, taking a sip of his drink that was unknown from the dark color of the cup it was in.

"I'm only here to talk to you about the trial next week." I sighed.

I noticed Harry roll his eyes at my comment. It clearly ticked him off to no end when I brought up the trial. "Of course you are," he said gruffly.

"Why does it bother you so bad? You knew from the second you murdered my-"

"--I didn't murder your fucking mom. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Harry interrupted me, his facial expression turning dark. I shifted my weight uncomfortably as I felt him staring at me, my gaze looking around the room.

Then, I began growing a little bit of confidence. I looked at him once more, putting my hands in my lap to hide the obvious shakiness. "You did kill my mother, Harry. You must be fucking delusional if you think you didn't, or maybe the guards haven't beaten you enough to get it through your head that you're actually a murderer."

Harry rose up from the table, his face darker than it ever has been and he pounded his fists on the table with all his force. I was shocked it didn't break. "Shut the fuck up, okay? I'm tired of you, I'm so tired of you! I just want this whole thing to end!"

The guards that were standing by the door ran over to us, noticing the commotion that was going on between us. "Looks like it's time for you to go back to your cell, Mr. Styles. You've certainly had enough." Ted said, I recognized the voice and his face.

They enclosed his wrists with cuffs as they lifted him up by his forearms, carrying him out of the room without saying another word about it. My eyes were focused on the spots Harry slammed his fists down, my chest moving rapidly from heavy breathing.

I needed to get out of here. And away from Harry.

a/n: omg so sorry for such a short chapter. the next one is longer I promise!