Temptation [Harry Styles AU]

By Myself

"Are you ready to go?" Sydney asked, pushing open the cafeteria doors. I sighed, setting down the rag drenched in windex and bleach.

"I still have to finish cleaning the floors and tables, and then I have to check up on 3 patients, and do their physical examinations," I

I mumbled, my voice barely audible. My knees hurt from crunching against the concrete for hours, and my fingers ached from all the scrubbing and sweeping.

"Do you want me to help?" She asked, beginning to set her purse down. I immediately shook my head, no.

"I can't let you do that. You'll get punished as well if Mr. Blake catches you. Plus, go home and have fun with Wendy," I said, offering her a bright smile. Wendy is Sydney's 14 year old daughter, and by everything Sydney has told

me about her, she sounds like a bundle of joy.

"Are you sure?" She hesitated, picking her purse back up. I nodded, smiling.

"Well be safe, Sutton. We can do it another time then," she said, already walking towards the doors.

"Drive safe," I said, before pouring more bleach on to the rag, drenching it. The bleach began to sting my fingers as I scrubbed the rest of the floor, but I pushed through the pain, the floors being clean in an instant. I began to hum a lullaby my mum used to sing to me before I went to bed, as I started cleaning the tables. It was a matter of moments until I was completely done with cleaning. The cafeteria smelled of cleaners and it was so clean it was almost shining. But I didn't realize how lonely I was in there, until I looked around the huge cafeteria.

One reason I liked having my job at Glennsdale, was being around people almost all day. Once I went home, I was alone. With no one to talk to.

Almost as if on que, Mr. Blake busted through the cafeteria doors, coming to scan my progress.

"Very clean. Job well done, Miss Sutton," he said, his eyes never once looking at my pained figure.

"I think you've done very well here for your first 3 months. I think I want you aiding Sydney less, and start aiding the patients more. I want you in the cafeteria during the patient's lunch hour every day, so I can have someone on stand by, just in case," he said. "I also want you to take control as the Activities Advisor. You'll be in charge of all the activities the patients take place in. Can you handle all this? Your pay will be bumped up as well," I stared at him in shock, this was about the kindness I have ever seen Mr. Blake. But even with his kindness, there's a price; extra work.

"Yes sir, I can handle it. Thank you very much," I said, genuinely happy. Bumping up my pay means more money that I can put towards my college funds.

"You need to do just one more thing before I let you off," he said, holding up one finger in front of me.

"I need you to go check in our newcomer, and escort him to the showers. His personal assigned guards went home sick after lunch. Be sure you have at least 3 sedatives on you. You're going to be escorting every patient at different times to the showers," he said. I nodded, fear striking through my body. Why is he allowing so much slack around me and the patients? And the newcomer? Really? Does he want me to shit myself?

He quickly walked out of the cafeteria doors, leaving me alone in the cafeteria once more. I opened up the Janitor's closet, and put the cleaning supplies back up so I could get

to my next job. When I signed up for Glennsdale, I had no idea I'd be working just about every job assigned in this institution. But if it means more pay, then it's worth it.

It felt like forever until I finally walked through the automatic doors of Ward A. The patients mumbling were quiet, as a walked. That's a first. Once I saw the big red letters '114' above the cell, my heart began to beat at a feverish pace. My sight began to dim as my hands fiddled with the keys, as I slowly slid them into the lock of his cell.

Breath Sutton. Breath.

I pushed open his cell door, to see him laying on his bed, fiddling an unlit cigarette in his fingers. He just stared aimlessly at ceiling as I walked in completely.

"I'm uh... I'm here to take you to the showers," I mumbled, my knees shaking as I stood in his cell. He turned his head to face me, his undeniable smirk curling over his lips.

"This'll be fun," he said, slowly getting off his bed, causing me to jump back a little bit in fright. He just chuckled at my reaction, walking up to me; the chains around his hands, clinking,

"Why?" I asked, my lip quivering.

"Because I can't take a shower by myself now can I?" He asked, shaking the chains in front of my face.

Oh god no.