Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 30: Cell Block

Niall's P.O.V.

I literally ran into the police station. Once I was moving, I couldn't seem to stop. In the car, I was jiggling so much that Harry threatened to make me walk the rest of the way. I ran into the desk, colliding with it with a loud bang.

The police officer jumped and stared at me.

"Can I help you?" he asked cautiously.

"Bail...Brielle..." I gasped clutching the stitch in my side.

"What?" the police officer looked incredibly confused.

"He wants to bail out Brielle Williams," Harry translated, after catching up with me.

"Oh," the officer's expression cleared. "Well, that will require some paperwork," he rustled around his desk for a second. "You have the money?" he inquired.

"Yes," I said, too tired to reply sarcastically.

I mean seriously who says they will bail out a person, then be like, oops, sorry, I don't have the money?

"One moment please," the officer left his desk.

I tapped his desk idly, watching the door he disappeared behind. I was itching to see Brielle. I needed to see her, to hug her, just touch her. I needed to know if she was okay. The police officer came back.

"You can't bail out Brielle Williams," he said.

"What?" I gasped.

I heard similar sounds of shock and indignation behind me.

"Why not?" I demanded.

The officer looked almost apologetic. Almost. "I'm afraid we have a right to hold her for twenty-four hours after her arrest," he explained.

"What about bail?" I pressed. "Can't we post bail to let them out of jail, but they still have to go to their trial?"

"That is true but we also have a right to hold her for twenty-four hours after her arrest," the police officer elucidated.

"Can I at least see her?" I asked desperately.

The officer smiled grimly. "You have ten minutes until visiting hours are up."

I heard Harry utter a "thank you officer" but I was already heading to wherever they held the inmates.

The police officer tried to stop me, but I ignored him. I walked straight into the cell block and looked for Brielle. I heard dry sobbing from the cell to my left, and I glanced at the person inside, and then did a double take.

It was Brielle. She was huddled on a grimy bed, crying. My insides clenched when I saw how she was being treated. I also noticed a heavily tattooed man watching her with interest. I ignored him for the time being.

"Brielle!" I yelled, running towards her cell.

Her head snapped up. "Niall?"

When she saw me coming, she ran for her cell bars. I collided with the bars, trying to reach her. We found a gap in between two bars and kissed, trying to get to each other. I heard Lacey sigh and Harry did too, but I didn't care. Brielle was so close, yet so far. I put a hand through the bars and caressed her face.

"Don't see much love in jail," the man said dryly.

Brielle pulled back, her face harsh. "Shut up!" she hissed, and clanged her handcuffs against the bars.

I was startled by the noise and Brielle turned to face me again. She half-smiled and tried to push her hair out of her face.

"He's been saying stuff like that all day," she explained. "It gets annoying."