Imprisonment | Harry Styles

Chapter 11

Harry.

The guards' hands that were on my arms only got more constricting as we got closer and closer to Locke's office. I hadn't done anything wrong the past few days which is why I was baffled that he requested to see me.

As we made it inside his office, I couldn't help but notice the large mahogany desk that took up half the room. Mr. Locke sat behind it, his feet propped up with a cigar dangling from his mouth. He was talking on the phone.

The guards sat me down in the chair in front of his nice desk, not bothering to remove my uncomfortable cuffs. They both took a step back and stood in front of the door, standing straight ahead at the wall. It was the usual routine for each guard here. Rather stupid, actually.

It didn't take much longer for Locke to get off the phone. And when he did, I just wanted him to get right back on it. The look in his piercing dull eyes made me more uncomfortable than the cuffs that were enclosed around my wrists.

"Mr. Styles," he smirked,  "lovely to see you today. You're good?"

I shrugged, "I suppose."

"Listen, Harry. I'm just gonna get straight to the point." Locke said, his mood instantly fading and the darkness in his voice coming out. "You're not fooling anyone around here. You might have that girl fooled, but you certainly do not have me. Nor will you ever."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Locke." I gulped.

"Mr. Locke," he chuckled lowly, "how many times do I have to correct you on that?"

I slumped my shoulders down, my eyes found the floor.

"Harry, I'm really getting tired of your shit. Your constant lying, your fucking attitude, even your face pisses me off to no end." He said, his face turning slightly red.

"I didn't fucking do anything!" I shouted, a little louder than expected.

I felt a strong sting in the back of my neck, causing a cry to escape from me. I began sweating and my head fell back on the seat, "What the fuck was that?!" I shouted.

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Styles." I heard Locke say, added with a laugh. "I'm gonna make this quick before I have you passing out on me..."

My eyes were getting heavier, my insides were tingling as if I had just been shocked. It felt as if something was crawling through my body and it was the worst feeling ever.

"We're exporting you out of here and to a new prison. A place where you belong, actually. And it's a little place called Alcatraz." I didn't have to look at Mr. Locke to know he was smirking, I could just sense it.

My eyes fully opened at his comment. I tried my best to keep them open, although it was hard, I had to. "Alcatraz?!"

"You heard correct," he responded.

"I don't fucking belong there I didn't even do anything! I shouldn't even be here!" I screamed out, my head lifted up and it felt as if it weighed at least a hundred pounds.

"Have a good sleep, Mr. Styles."

And that was the last thing I heard from Mr. Locke before I felt a large pinch on my arm and my eyes closed instantly, everything in my body went numb.

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"By the end of this week he should be out of here."

I heard faint talking a few steps away from me. My eyes opened slowly and I found myself lying on my back staring straight at the ceiling. I turned my head over to study my surroundings, everything was blurry. But I could easily tell I was in my cell.