Chapter 10

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Nialls POV

I wake up, light shining in the room like zebra stripes. I'm laying on a hard , cool, damp surface. I find my way to sit up and eventually find that I'm not at home. Actually, it kinda looks like a prison cell. haha but I wouldn't be in a pri-

"HOLY SHIT IM WEARING ORANGE!!!"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit I'm in fucking jail! The press has to know by now!" My head starts pounding. I stand up and find my way to the small metal sink with a cracked mirror above it. I look it to see my pale skin bruised , cut, and swollen. I get a sudden flash back and I fall to the ground.

When I'm back from the trance I rub my ass in pain and then I think out loud, "Liam? Beat me up?" I think again for a moment as I try to remember the last thing from last night.

Everything is clear. The cuts and bruises, and of course why I'm in orange.

I walk over to the old rusty bed and sit down on the dirty powder blue blanket. I feel it, it's thin a toilet paper in a public school. I lay my head for a moment on the almost featherless pillow. When I sit back up a familiar face appear.

"Thought I'd never you, Niall Horan, in jail." he snarls.

"Harry," I stand up and walk towards the bars.

"I always thought Zayn was the bad boy." he say in a obviously fake sweet and innocent voice.

"Harry, how did you know I was here." I growl.

"Oh calm your tits , Niall. Only the whole world knows Niall Horan got arrested for beating his girlfriend and that Liam Payne saved her." He laughs.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself.

"It's a fabulous way to hurt your reputation." He leans against a bar and it squeaks.

My eyes dart up from the floor to Harry.

"I could bail you out." Harry says slyly.

"Under what condition?" Feat shivers up my spine at what his terms are.

He leans extra close to me through the bars, "You help me drug deal." I reach my hand through and shake his hand. "Hm, let me go pay the bail and get you some... new clothes."

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