Imprisonment | Harry Styles

Chapter 9

Harry.

I was done.

I simply couldn't take the feeling anymore. I felt as if my insides were being ripped out and the achiness was the worst. And to top it all off, it never ended. It was now an everyday thing, and I apparently did something wrong daily.

"Harry?"

I rose from my laying position after I heard the sound of my name being called across the hall. Jet was standing against his bars and I copied him, the only difference being I rested my whole front side against them. I was too sore to stand properly.

"You don't look so good, mate." He mumbled, taking it all in as he examined me up and down. "You look a little more pale."

I nodded, forcing out a small laugh. "Yeah, so I've heard."

"I want to help you, Harry." Jet stated, fixing his posture a little. "I'm tired of you being beaten up against your will and looking like total shit afterwards. You need to lie better," he said, "be more convincing."

I sighed, "You don't think I'm trying? It's a lot harder than it looks, I hope you know."

"Well before you convince the cops, Locke, the judge, that lawyer, and the people..." he began, a devious smirk on his lips, "you gotta convince the girl."

My eyebrows furrowed at his remark, completely baffled. "And what do you mean by that?"

"Get her to believe your side of the story," Jet said. "Once she's on your side then you're halfway there, dude. And the only way to do that is get her to like you."

I couldn't help but let out a string of laughs as he went on. He was absolutely insane if he thought that I could get Riley to even begin to like me.

"It's gonna be hard, but I know you can do it. Just get her to trust you by telling her a really convincing lie and before you know it... she'll be begging to get you out of here. She'll bail you out of here and then you can get the money." Jet said, making my eyes widen a little.

"Holy shit that's the smartest thing I have ever heard you say, Jet." My eyes were still wide and I soon found myself smiling at the whole thought of it all. It was absolutely perfect.

"So, next time the girl shows up here... be really convincing about it. Obviously it's all a lie, but make it seem like you're telling her nothing but the truth. Keep that up until next week and maybe, just maybe, you'll be out of here before you know it." He said.

My smile was more devilish now as I thought of more plans in my head. It wasn't going to be easy, I knew that for a fact, but a part of me felt as if I could manage. I didn't have to actually like the girl, all I had to do was act as if I cared. Which in all honesty I didn't give a shit about her, all I cared about was that money that was rightfully mine.

"Think you can do it?" Jet asked, bringing me out of my trance.

I nodded, "I know I can."

Sure, it was going to be an extremely risky thing to do and if I failed then I would just get in loads of trouble, but if I stuck with Jet's plan I knew I could do it.

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The rest of the day went by slower than any other day I'd been in this hellhole. I had found myself laying on my uncomfortable bed, staring at the usual dripping corner on the ceiling of my cell. It still baffled me how the stupidest things could amuse me and cure at least half of my boredom.

I began to doze off, my eyes fluttering closed as I kicked my long legs out and put my arms above my head to relax. And then something interrupted me, as usual.