Griselda
"i felt kind of bad just leaving you in there knowing no one would help you," he says, avoiding my eyes.
"you felt bad? for me? the girl who got you in jail in the first place? hmm," i say.
"im kidding, i needed a good deed to get on the nice list in order to get a present from santa this year," he tries to cover up, laughing.
"haha very funny," i say, i approach him and pat his shoulder.
"thank you"
"no problem," he replies. one of the officers appears at my side handing over my possessions which included my ipod and earbuds and my silver bracelet with my name on it.
"do you want me to take you home?" he asks, as we both walk out the front doors of the police station.
"yeah, i know i wouldn't be able to walk that far," i say, sighing dramatically.
"where do you live anyways?" he asks as we reach a black bmw.
"is this your car?" i ask him, gaping at the nice car.
"no, my car was parked by that liquor store we fought in front of, i had one of my guys pick it up, this is one of my mum's car," he says.
"just one of your mom's cars," i repeat, my voice fading into a squeak.
he nods his head and opens the passenger door for me.
i tentatively step inside the car making sure not to dirty anything.
i've never been into something so expensive.
i internally scream.
harry shuts my door and walks over to the drivers side.
he opens the door and gets in.
"where do you live?"
"156 north playa avenue," i recite from memory.
he inputs the address onto the maps app on his phone.
"you live in a liquor store?" he asks, as he turns the car on.
he pulls out of the parking lot as i begin to speak up.
"no what the fuck? i live in the alley next to it," i say.
"do you really expect me to drop you off in an alley?" he asks me.
"yeah 'cause it's where i live," i say, rolling my eyes.
"i'm not leaving you in an alley, even if i hate you," he says.
"fine, take me to the strip clu-"
"im taking you to my house," he interrupts.
"no thank you, i don't like being judged," i say.
he just shakes his head and a comfortable silence fills the car.
"turn right on west villa avenue" siri's robotic accented voice breaks the silence.
"your siri has an Australian accent?" i say, laughing.
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Fanfiction"names, please," says a police officer as soon as harry and i reach the front desk. "griselda rios," i say with a sigh. "harry styles," harry says. "have a seat," the officer says after writing our names down. damn this is what i get for messing w...
