The Demons Inside. [ZM AU]

Ch: 04 || Gangs.

[Harry]

"Why can't I see her?! It's been a month now, why can't I see her?!" I snapped furiously at the idiotic police office who was on the other side of the cold metal bars. He stood tall and proud with a smug expression on his face, while I was furious in this cage.

Being trapped in a cell fro about a month has obviously changed my views of life. I'm not going to be as 'nice' as I was before. I'm going to be God damn pissed off. First of all, I'm in jail for a damn crime I didn't commit!

The fire.

That night.

Murder.

It didn't make sense to me. I didn't kill him. Why would I? I've never hurt anyone before. I may have tried to, but I can never actually do a good job of it. I'm not like Zayn and his messed up anger management needing gang.

It was only because Nikki and I were caught in the sight of the crime where it happened, that we're now both in jail. While everyone else fled like cowards, we stayed confused over events and very shocked. I was happy that I was finally alone with her. She seemed shaken up over the fact her beloved Nathan had run away from her, but I wasn't.

She's mine and is only mines. I don't intend to share. Especially not with some wimp who has mates that have me on their murder lists.

Now these damn cops won't let me see her--it's so frustrating. She's the only one that's keeping me sane!

"You know exactly why we can't let you see her, Styles. She is in the female ward. You are in the male. You cannot mix. End of." the prick thinks I would buy that lie--but I won't. I'm so angry that I feel like Zayn, which is extremely weird. Ew.

"I DID NOTHING WRONG. HOW CAN YOU PUT ME IN HERE WHEN THERE'S NO PROOF--"

"--there is. You were in there on the same night of the arson attack. You were there when the murder of Niall Horan took place. You know what happened. You are a main suspect." he tells me in a cool and dark tone, that I don't like at all. He may have a much bigger authority then I do, but he sure doesn't need to be so rude.

Why hasn't someone come and rescued me? Where did those other idiots run off to? It's like they all knew this would happened, therefore they knew where to run to. While Nikki and I didn't.

The night was such a blur. I don't remember much. I only really remember his cold eyes, truth about people coming out... then the flames. I watched him laugh hysterically while he was engulfed in flames. No-one bothered to help him. It was so strange.

Why didn't I help him? It was like I was frozen. Did I know why that night happened? Why can't I remember!? Was I part of a plan? Is that why I can't remember that night very well? Drugs?

"PC Williams. We have someone you wants to bail out Styles. Harry Styles." I hear the sound of the buzzing from the police officers jacket, and my head snaps up with full attention to the walky talky.

My eyes shoot to the police officer who picks it up hesitantly, glaring at me for a few seconds before he walks away. How rude? The cheek of the people who work here is terrible. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever seen myself being locked up. My mother wouldn't be proud of me. I don't know about my dad. I didn't know my dad very well. He died when I was young, only a couple of months or years old I think.

It's like my prayers had been answered. At least someone was finally on my side.

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"Ms Malik?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion at the short olive toned skinned lady who was standing in front of me next to two officers. She gave me a small smile before shaking the two officers hands and they allowed me to finally leave the hell hole. Praise the Lord.