The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 20:

Her POV:

     "And how long have you known Harry?" The police officer asked me yet another question. "I don't know, like a month... month and a half?" I answered honestly. It's been going on like this for what seems like forever. Once we got to the station, the police men took Harry and his father, who I now know as Mark, into a cell. I protested but once again they said it was mandatory and everything would go faster if I would just cooperate. So, they started asking me questions first. It was simple questions, things I didn't need to put too much thought into but that doesn't mean it wasn't annoying. I just want to get home and be with Harry.

     "Has Harry ever physically hurt you in any way?" The police officer asked me another question, I was taken back by his question, but answered anyway. "No. Of course not." I spoke truthfully. Harry would never do that. I know he wouldn't, Harry is too nice, and he knows what its like from growing up and watching an abusive relationship, I know he would never hurt me. I also know that these police men are just fishing for something wrong with Harry so they can lock him up, they don't like his appearance, I can tell and it makes me sick. How could they do that to someone as sweet and innocent as Harry? Mark is the criminal here. 

      The police asked a few more questions until they released me to sit on a plastic chair right outside the room they had questioned me in. They asked me to stay at the station until they were done questioning Harry and Mark, but they didn't have to worry I wasn't leaving anywhere without that tattooed man that I've grown quite fond of. As I sit alone on the hard chair I notice a police woman walking by me. "Excuse me?" I ask her. "Yes miss? What can I do for you?" She asks in a polite voice. "Well, I was just wondering if you could maybe find out when Harry Styles would be done, so that we can go home?" I ask her nicely. I was kind of embarrassed because I was still in my lazy clothes that consisted of booty shorts and a tank top. I was just wearing my vans on my feet with no socks and my make up was a wreck from crying so yeah... I was a sight to see. Only minutes later the kind police woman came back. "It will be an hour or so until they've figured everything out sweetie. You look like you've had a long day would you like a cup of coffee, tea?" The officer asked me. She was being really sweet and I didn't want to bother her but tea sounded really good right now. 

         "Tea would be lovely, thank you." I smiled at her, she returned the gesture before walking off. Just as the officer leaves I notice Mark coming around the corner, handcuffed with one of the police men that came to the flat guiding him. I notice them head towards the room that they just questioned me in, the room I was sitting right next to. I look at Mark once more and he gives me a filthy smirk once he notices me looking at him. I scoff in disgust and turn my head in any direction that isn't towards him. What a pig! He beats his son and then smirks as he's about to go and get questioned for it at the police station? Wow, he deserves father of the year award 2014. Sarcasm.

      Time passes and I'm drinking a great cup of tea as Mark is still being questioned. I wasn't in there for this long? Mark must be giving them some long bullshit story. Just as I think that very thought Mark walks out of the room, still cuffed and led down the hall by the same man as before.

        Mark goes around the corner that he had come from and I pray he will stay in that cell for Harry's safety. Minutes later a handcuffed Harry comes around the same corner being led by the other police man that came to the flat.

Harry's POV:

       The officer holding my shoulder in his strong grip pulls me around a corner and I quickly spot a beautiful girl sitting on a plastic chair looking miserable. I frown because this is all my fault and I know that she would rather be doing anything else tonight aside from this. Her gorgeous eyes lift from the mug she's holding and meet mine. I give her a reassuring smile  because I don't want her to worry. Her perfectly shaped lips pull upward into a weak smile.

      I'm pulled into a bright room and before I even have time to think they shove me down into a cold metal chair. I guess I'm getting questioned... and it won't be as friendly as I had thought it would be. "Hello Harry, I'm Officer Howard. I'll be asking you some questions." Officer Howard gave me an emotionless greeting. I nodded my head at him before he continued. "Great. Let's start." He spoke in a monotone voice. "The girl who gave us the call... she said she was your girlfriend on the phone. Is that correct?" Officer Howard asked me. I couldn't help the smile that was growing on my face as he said that. I was completely shocked, but I was also happy. "Yes." I said with a large smile on my face. They continue asking me questions about my living situation and my father.

     "Ok. Everything seems to be in order. We'll release you once your girlfriend signs a few papers." Officer Howard said in a bored tone, like he was hoping something else would be happening. A few minutes later they took my handcuffs off  and released me to her. As soon as I left the room she was stood there with an excited look to her. Once she notices me she quickly runs to me and jumps into my arms for a hug. I don't think she's ever been so happy to see me, but I like it. I smile against the soft skin of her neck as she holds me and I hold her in return. I lean down so her feet are touching the ground again. I don't even hesitate to push her hair out of her face and lean down to plant a long kiss on her sweet lips that I could kiss all day. I'm normally not this daring, and normally she needs to initiate things between us but all I wanted to do was kiss her within the past few hours, so now I can and I will.

     We pull apart at the sound of someone clearing there throat next to us. Officer Howard stood next to us with a file in his hand. "I just wanted to let the two of you know, we're keeping Mark and he will be having a trial. That will be coming up soon so here's the date." He spoke to us handing me a sheet of information. "You two will more than likely need to attend, you will probably be questioned again. I don't have all the details yet though." He finished. 

     My mouth hung open as I stared at the sheet in front of me saying my fathers court date. I try and compose myself as I nod my head at the officer. I was just in complete shock. "Now how about I give you two a ride home?" Office Howard kindly offered. "That would be great." She replied for me in a whisper. 

     Once we got to the flat it only took a minute to fix everything that had been knocked over or misplaced during the chaos of the last time we were here. Two gentle hands holding my face broke me out of my thoughts as I continued to stare at the paper in my hands. I looked up and I was met by the most beautiful concerned face I had ever laid eyes on. "Are you ok?" She asked me in a whisper. "Yes." I whispered back to her. There is a slight moment of silence between us until I smirk and break it.

"So I'm your boyfriend, huh?"

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