The Prison Guard and Her Inmate •Harry Styles

8.

Florence Saint
Why does he have to do that to me? Why does he have to say things like that that put ideas into my head. Bad ideas. He knew I couldn't be with him. That would be wrong beyond all belief. But he was mysterious and handsome which is why it was hard to look away when I should. It was hard to treat him like a prisoner. It was hard to follow rules and stay away from him and only be his guard and counsellor.
I sat in my office trying to compose myself after Harry's words, but they just kept going around my mind no matter how hard I tried to push them away. It had been two days and I already had become intrigued by a prisoner. That must be a new record.

"Florence?" I jumped hearing my name along with a knock on my office door. I looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway. "Everything ok? You look bothered by something" he sat down as he spoke and I shrugged.
"No no I'm alright it's just a lot to take in" i smiled trying to hide my real reason, and he put his hand on top of mine.
"You'll get used to it" he reassured. If only he knew. "The first few weeks are tough. A lot can happen and change within a week or two" Sam told me and I nodded understanding.
"Dinner is in a bit and I have Styles after that" I nodded to Sam trying to make conversation. He nodded and smiled.
"Don't push it with him. No one has ever got through to him so don't kick yourself if he doesn't say anything" Sam reassured. He reached across my table and cautiously took my hand. My breath quickened and my throat began to dry, as I saw him lean across to me.
"Saint!!" I jumped away from Sam at the sound of my name being called. I smiled and stood up straightening out my shirt.
"Sorry.." I whispered moving past Sam and out of the room.
He moved so quickly. I had only known him a few days and now he's being forward enough to kiss me in my work space. I didn't know how to feel. My mind was all over. I didn't know what to think.
"What" I asked as I stood in front of Styles.
"Is it dinner yet?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
"If it were dinner I would of come and got you. But yes it is" I scowled at him and retrieved my keys from my belt, unlocking his cell.
"I've got you for a session after dinner" I told him as we walked.
"Oh and what type of session would that be?" He winked and I rolled my eyes but felt butterflies in my stomach.
"Testing how mental you are" I said as we entered the canteen.
"I can be as mental as you want me to be" he whispered before walking away.

"Saint" I heard the American voice behind me and turned. He nodded in my direction and I had a last glimpse at Styles before walking out.
"I just wanted to have a word about his session" Sam said and I nodded. I swear if he starts telling me how to do by job I'll go nuts.
"No one has ever made him talk. Ever. So don't be too disappointed if he just sits there. It's nothing to with you" Sam said and I shrugged.
"Mr Andrews, I'll get him to talk whether he wants to or not" I said crossing my arms.
"Are you feeling alright Florence?"
"I'm doing fine. I just can't wait to prove you all wrong and make him talk" I said and couldn't help but smirk.
"I'll believe that when it happens Miss Saint" Sam said looking frustrated that I didn't just melt away for him.
There was something about Sam that was unattractive to me. I should want him. He's got everything going for him. A stable job, house, income. Yet I didn't want him.
I could picture my mother yelling at me to give him a chance but I couldn't do it.

"Come on Styles. You've got a session with me" I said to him pressing the handcuffs to his wrists.
"You worked out what that session is yet?" He said cheekily and I led him into my office. He put his wrists on the desk and I shook my head.
"Have to keep them on" I said looking for my papers.
"I won't talk if I have to keep them on. I won't say shit to you"
I groaned at the stubbornness of him and stood to lock my office door. I stood infront of Styles and held out the key.
"Wrists" I said and he held them out. As I was fiddling with the key, he put his large hands on my lower stomach. I gasped and ripped the cuffs from his wrists.
Quickly I walked round my desk and sat down. "I could get more time added onto your sentence if you do that again" I said seriously but was met with a smirk playing on his lips.
"You could. But you won't. Because somewhere in there you enjoyed it. And want me to do it again." He said and I scoffed.
"As if"

"Right can we start now?" I asked him after we sat in an awkward silence. Harry nodded and sighed arrogantly and I nodded.
"Tell me about the relationship with your parents" I said and Harry's eyes rolled in their sockets.
"It's fine. I'm closer with my mum" he said and I nodded. "She's always been there for me. Through everything no matter what" he smiled looking at the desk.
"How does she feel about you being in here?" I asked and his eyes snapped up to meet mine.
"I wouldn't know. She hasn't spoken to me since I got put in here"
"How would you react if I got her to come and see you?" I asked and waited for his response.

It was a risky question. But I wondered if his mother could calm him down a bit in here and make him realise he needs to do everything good he can to get out of here on time or earlier.
He kept looking into my eyes and I took a deep breath in as he opened his mouth.
"If you manage to get her to come and see me then you'll hold a place in my heart" he smiled and I was shocked. I had to get his mother in here and i had to get to her soon.

After talking with Harry for another hour and after putting him in his cell I dug through his papers. I scanned the pages and found what I needed really quite quickly. I picked up my desk phone with a shaking hand and punched the numbers on the box.
I sat tapping my foot on the floor listening to the phone ring.
"Hello?" I heard a woman's tired voice on the phone and I let go of a breath a didn't even know I was holding.
"Hello Anne?" I said making sure my voice was light and friendly.
"Yes who is this?"
"Hello Anne, my name is Florence Saint. Im your sons prison guard"