Orphan

Chapter 49

The time was passing me by, I could feel it. I couldn't leave my cell, neither could the rest of them. It was too risky, and maybe they were right, but this was not going to be the end of us, fuck it, this wasn't going to be the end of me. Brick by brick I had scanned this Godforsaken place, looking for a way, any way, to get out of here and free them. I needed to speak to Liam and Zayn most of all. Louis, he wasn't going to be any help to me without a fee. Even if it meant his freedom.
I watched as the security strode past my cell, he was on high alert. "Can I please, please just see if he's okay?" I begged for the thousandth time this hour. "My answer will be the same as it has been for the last hour, no."
"I really just need to know he's okay." Of course I knew Harry wasn't okay, but that didn't stop me from trying. I frowned, as I stared up at him. "No can do." he shrugged, unamused and quite frankly, barely paying any attention to me.
The worry soon evaporated from my face and it was now laced with irritation, this man was getting on my last nerve. After the court room scene yesterday I was worried, and in a few minutes I would be going through it all over again. "Bring the inmates, time to put on a show." A blonde haired man peeked his head through to my line of vision and he disappeared behind the wall once more, whether he had always been there I had no idea. "Okay, time to get up princess." he smiled at me, but I knew better than to mistake that piece of shit gesture for an act of kindness.

With a roll of my eyes and a swift, but ever-so-ungraceful jump up from the cold ground, I was stood on the cold, rigid cement floors. The security grabbed hold of my forearm and lead me down the hall. I could smell the stench of sweat and urine encapsulating my nostrils in every sense of the word. And that wasn't even the worst odour in this rathole. I walked mindlessly until he brought me to a stop and I was slapped back to reality, wherever the fuck my mind had trailed off to in the first place.
"Come on Alpha. We're reassembling the pack." the security, with the mole on his cheek that looked as if it could house a poverty stricken nation, exclaimed to someone behind bars. It was then that my ears perked up and I realised who he was referring to. Harry.
The memories of my referring to them as a pack had suddenly oozed into my mind...fondly? Maybe. I heard shuffling and turned my head to look for the source of the sounds, a solemn Harry stood lazily to his feet. I couldn't help, but smile a little at the sight of him. Defeat covered his every crevice. A shell of the man he once was was the only way to describe him right now, it was only an outer shell at this point, he was empty on the inside ever since the police had broken through the door of the hide out. I had no idea who he was now. His head lifted as the security escorted him from the cell and I wanted to, with all my being, I wanted to hug him. I wanted to hug him so tightly, that close wouldn't be close enough. But my restrained restricted me from doing so. He stared at me expressionlessly, it was as if he had to properly come to terms with what he was looking at, as if he had forgotten. Then slowly, but surely, a smile and several tears broke through onto his pale, porcelain skin.
He lifted his hands, and tried to open them in order to embrace me, but he was quickly reminded of the metal restrictions which wouldn't allow the contact, and anger filled his features once more. "Move it along, we have 5 others to get as well." the officer breathed out, he was clearly out of breath by these simple actions, or lazy to say the least.

"Harry...What's the plan here? How are we getting out?" I nudged his side and spoke in barely a whisper, hoping it would be enough sounds for him to hear me, yet less than what the officer would notice. Harry seemed disinterested in this, his head kept forward, barely even a blink as his lips parted. "There is none." he blurted out, barely trying to whisper, it was as if he didn't care any longer. His voice being as deep as it was bounced off the walls and created an echo, in the silence of the building it was like a siren. Then everything went quiet again and the security had his head slightly turned to us, as if to listen better. "Hush the fuck up are you crazy to be speaking so loudly." I breathed speaking through my teeth as I faced the front, eyeing him sideways. "Who the fuck cares anymore, we're done for. This is it. I'm going away for life, as are the rest of the boys. You, you'll be fine. I'll make sure you're free. You committed no crimes, you were a mere hostage in this mess. You can forget me." he spoke, his voice strained and trembling, but it was confident and assertive at the same time, he knew what he was doing and hated himself for it. "Harry get yourself together. The fuck's wrong with you? We got this far, what's happened to you?" I questioned with furrowed eyebrows as the sound of dripped water filled the minute long silence. "It's over Monique. It's over." he spoke coldly, his nature was that of the first time he had taken me to the treehouse he had played in with Liam. He was back to his roots and the boy he left behind, the one he was masking was now seeping through as he shed his facade.

"Harry, I don't know what the fuck is happening with you, but you have fought for so long and so hard. Too hard for it to come down like this, at this moment, when we were finally...finally-"
"-in love?" he muttered out breathlessly as if the words had been hitched in his throat for the longest time. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat as I parted my lips, but no words had managed to leave. "Yes." I had finally muttered as he shrugged his shoulders. "You should have known better than to love me. I should have known better than to fall for you. This was doomed from the start." A crack which has been in my chest had seemed to tear further as he spoke, my broken self becoming just as empty as he was. Those words killed me, they were everything I had wanted and it killed me.

"You can fight Ha-"
"-Stop!" he whispered as his jaw tensed and his head turned to meet mine, stopping in his tracks as he pulled me to a stop as well, "...stop saying I should fight when it's all I've had to do for my entire life...I've had to fight for what I wanted my whole goddamned life, and I'm done fighting." he snapped, his grip on my arm had tightened and left a red print of where his hand used to be when he pulled away. Moving himself forward once again. My eyes brimmed with tears as I shook my head, "Well, it's nice to see the fight stops when it comes to fighting for me." I mumbled out in a hush, and I guess it came out as more of a disappointment than I had hoped it would, but it was all the same anyway.
"Don't try that shit with me, okay? You can try as you may, but you will always be below me. Whether it's in status, height or in bed. I'm still you're fucking boss and I will not hesitate to make that known." he growled as he dug his nails into my arm. I yanked it away.

"Well, when the boss is being a fucking pussy. It's time for the next-in-line to take a stand. I may be under you Harry, but fuck you I'm over this. We are getting out of here. You're in the outside world. This is my territory now." I whispered coldly and suddenly, in an instant, I was gone too.

Every part of me I once was, this mouse of a woman was gone and I realised what I had turned into, what he had turned me into. Harry's expression was blank as I walked past him and Liam's cell opened up to reveal the familiar tattooed arm I had been waiting to see. All I needed now was Zayn and everything would be perfect.

Just perfect.