Prison || Harry Styles

Chapter 2

Harry

1 week ago

I stared up at the ceiling of my cell. The ceiling that I had been trapped under for a year. The ceiling that I have looked up at every single night for the past year. The ceiling that I would spend the rest of my life under. I bolted upright in the small bed. The dingy, blood stained mattress gave a slight bounce. I got off the bed and strode to the other side of the cell. A thirteen-by-seven foot cell in the middle of Pentonville Prison, in the heart of Barnsbury, London. I could hear sobs form the inmates all around me, of the people labelled with insanity, yelling at the top of their lungs pleading their innocence. I scoffed at the fact that people actually thought they were going to get out of here alive. Absolutely ridiculous. Life sentence was what they gave me. A whole life in this hell. I smiled. I wasn't going to get out of here alive, I accepted that. It took me a while to really accept it, but eventually I did.

But I needed to get out of here now, I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand the confinement. I slowly reached into the pocket of my disgusting, itchy jumpsuit and took out the small knife I had stolen earlier today from the food area. I brought the cold metal to my neck. I could feel my pulse underneath it, it was so loud I'm surprised the other inmates can't hear it. I slowly recited the reasons why I was doing this under my breath, barely a whisper:

"I'm already damned to this hell, there's no place worse I could go."

"You'll be with Mum and Gemma."

"Nobody on this earth cares about you anymore and you don't care about any of th-"

"Styles!" A hard, female voice ripped through the silence of the corridor. The voice was followed by the grinding of iron on iron as the door to my cell opened. The warden. She had hair white as the clouds above, spiraled into a bun atop her hear. Her wrinkles were prominent from where she scowled, an often occurrence, and her hot breath smelled like death. She snatched the knife away from me, "You don't deserve the luxury of death," she snarled, continuing, "I came to tell you that you're going to be transferred to the deepest part of hell," a cruel smile twisted her features, "Alcatraz. You leave now."

"Now? Why now?" She smirked, and grabbed me by the face, squishing my cheeks in between her cold, bony hands and shoved me to the ground before taking out her whip and striking me on the back. I howled out in pain. It felt like thousands of thick needles were being shoved into my back with immense power. I could feel the tears prick at my eyes as she struck me again, but I didn't dare let them spill out. "I thought you would learn that you shouldn't ask questions by now, you dirty peice of trash." She growled in my ear. She picked me up by my bicep and threw me into the two guards waiting outside my cell to transport me to America. I shot her the dirtiest glare I could muster before the guards took me away.

"So lads, care to tell me why exactly I'm getting transported to America?" My question was met with silence. "Aw, come on mates, its just a simple question." Silence again. I slouched, knowing that I wasn't going to get an answer anytime soon. "Well then." I scoffed. When we finally met the huge door that led to outside, I felt tears prick at my eyes once again. I was leaving. Only twenty minutes ago I was about to take my own life because I thought I was never going to leave here, and yet here I am. I shook my head in disbelief, it wasn't leaving under my ideal circumstances, but nonetheless I was leaving Pentonville for good.

One of the guards pulled out a long needle out of his pocket. A sedative. He stabbed it in my arm, and I bit my lip in pain as he pushed in the liquid. I could feel it take effect immidiatly, and the next thing I knew, my eyes were shut and the darkness took over.

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Present time

 I had arrived at Alcatraz. It was night, and the inmate next to me, though I never caught her name, was sleeping soundly, obviously quite accostumed to the enviroment. I layed on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, replaying the day in my head. Most of it was bout her. The girl sleeping only one cell away from me. When I first saw her, something drew me in. Maybe it was the way her hair, black as night, and her electric blue eyes clashed so violently with the orange of her jumpsuit. Or maybe it was the way she dragged her cigarette so care free one moment, and the next, there was something in her eyes that turned her into a different person, something wild, something insane. And even though I was drawn to her in this particular way, I also hated her. I hated her so much I wanted to reach through the bars the kept us apart and strangle her. But I know I would never do that, and she knew it too. And somewhere in these many thoughts about the girl that was only a few feet away from me, I fell into a deep slumber.

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I awoke to hot smoke on my face. I planted my right arm behind me to hoist me up, as I rubbed my eyes to ajust to the light. "Morning, Asshole." I turned to the source of the voice, and the hot smoke. "What a kind way to wake someone up." I replied, my voice still sleepy and my voice still groggy. She shrugged, causing her straight black hair to fall over her shoulder as she took in another breath of her cigarette. "Yeah well, excuse me for wanting to wake up close to the only company I've had for a year." I smiled, running a hand through my mess of curls. "So, you woke me up to talk to me?" She shrugged, "Yeah." I shook my head. "Don't ever do that again."

"No promises," She smirked as I shook my head, "Samuels, Alina Samuels," she continued, "that's my name, just if you were wondering."

"I wasn't," I lied.Footsteps echoed through the line of mostly empty cells, followed by the opening of my cell door, revealing a bulky security guard. He spoke directly to me, "You have some health stuff that needs to be filled out, so the doctor needs to see you." I let out a loud sigh, and in the corner of my eye I could see Alina rolling her eyes. As I got up, making my way towards the door, I heard her voice behind me. "Wait! I never caught your name!" I turned around to smirk at her and reply,

"It's Styles, Harry Styles."

Authors Note

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