One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Jail Visit //Harry//

You stood in line patiently waiting for your turn to go through the metal detector. You clutched onto your purse tightly, looking around at the various people, who had
also come to the detention center to visit their loved ones. You never thought in a million years you would ever have to step foot into one of these places.

"Next!" The security all but yelled at you, jolting you from your thoughts. You scurried to the front of the line, placing your purse into the white bucket he handed you. "Empty out your pockets, belts off, shoes off, all accessories go in the bucket," he fired at you. You nod your head, quickly taking off all the things he told you to. He motioned for you to walk through the metal detector, you did. You stood to the side, waiting for them to pass your items through the machine. It didn't take long for them to finish and hand you all your items. You placed your shoes back on, and then hauled your bag over your shoulder.

You were brought into another room, where you had to wait for an officer to come to escort you to the visitation room. Your hands were shaking as you waited. It wasn't that you were nervous to see Harry, but being in the same room as hard-core criminals really made your skin crawl. What if one of them got loose, and started killing everyone in the faculty.

"Y/N," you look up to see a officer holding the door open. You got up, making your way to him. "Are you Y/N?" He questions you, to which you nod your head yes. He allows you to go through the door. The two of you walked down a long narrow hall way to another door that he had to use a card to open. You followed him inside, revealing the various tables with inmates and their visitors. "He is over here," The officer lead you to the table where, Harry patiently sat, waiting for you.

When you saw him, tears welled up in your eyes. It had been 3 months since you had last seen him. Harry sensed you as soon as you walked through the doors. A huge smile came on his face the closer you got to him.

"Harry!" You cried out, making the other people in the room, glance over to the two of you. Ignoring them, you wrapped your arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug.

"No physical contact," an officer warned. You guys quickly broke away, taking a seat at the table. Harry sat across from you, his hand resting flat on the table.

"I missed you so much," He tells you, licking his lips. You wipe your eyes, your hand itching to grab his. "How have you been?" He asks, tilting his head slightly.

"I'm not doing horrible, but everything is not good." You told him with honesty. Sure, life was fine, but not having him around was tough.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbles and you knew what he was apologizing for. "I should have thought about you...and the kids..." He looks down at the table shaking his head. Harry had plenty of time of think about the crime he committed. He was serving 10 years with possibility of parole for killing two people while drunk driving.

"I know, we all forgive you baby. It was a tragedy that you will learn from." You explain to him. He nods, looking up at you again.

"How are the girls?" You told him all about how his daughter age 5 and 8 were in dance and cheer. His eyes lit up when you talked about them.

"Will you be bringing them next time?" He asked, his voice filled with hope. You felt bad for not bringing them to see their father, but you really didn't want them to have to deal with this kind of thing. However, Harry did have a right to see his kids, despite being behind bars.

"Yes. I will bring them next time."