Temptation (Harry Styles)

5:27 am

Harry's POV:

The ceiling in this tiny as fuck cell has been about the most interesting thing since I got here.  After they locked me in that interrogation room and accused me of something I didn't fucking do they just left me alone in this cell, walking around with their smug faces because of all their 'evidence'. 

"This is bullshit!"  I scream for the fiftieth time.  Before it had got no response but this time I heard a chuckle from across the room.  I sat up and turned to face a small woman, standing in the doorway with an amused expression covering her face.  She looked about twenty five but she was obviously important by the way all the other officers cowered around her, even the older men acted like naughty children who just got caught.  She didn't move and neither did I until an officer whispered something in her ear.  Her face immediately changed to shocked features and she swiftly left with a panicked look in her eyes. 

The other officer had stayed behind and sat down at the other end so he was as far away as possible.  I laughed

"Don't be so scared, I'm not going kill you"  He looked up at me with a brave face which I could see right through as his shoulders relaxed.  Then I smiled evilly and added "Yet."  With that he stood up terrified as I laughed. 

"Sh-shut up S-styles, or I-I'll-"  He started

"You'll what?  H-Hurt m-m-me" I mocked, laying back down on the bed.  He huffed angrily but sat down, playing on his phone.   I shut my eyes and my mind drifted to Kay.  I wonder what she's doing now, I looked over at the clock and it read 5:27 am, right she's probably asleep duh!  I wonder if she hates me, I need to know what Louis told her but I can't get in touch with anyone unless they come visit me and that won't happen because they don't know where I am.  I sighed miserably.  Then her smile pops into my head, it's vibrant and care free and it makes me smile to myself, the rest of her face forms around it.  Her long blonde hair waving past her shoulders.  I remember it splayed out on the grass of my back garden as I tickled her.  I remember the way her blue eyes screwed tightly shut as she laughed.  My heart flips slightly as I remember the feel of her soft lips on mine.  The way she kissed me was like no other I'd ever experienced.  Though it made me wonder how much she'd done it before.  My firsts curled tight at the thought of anyone else touching her, kissing her.  Yes, I admit I am slightly too protective, maybe being jealous of her gay best friend hugging her was a bit too far, but I can't help it.  I'm drawn to her, in ways that I don't even understand.  In just a few short weeks this girl has gotten into my mind so deep and made rest there.  I can't imagine things without her.  I can't do anything now without relating it to her.  Like sitting in my back garden with my mates and always thinking of when she sat out there and I thought she'd left.  Or going to the shops and always wanting to go the music shop cause I know she'll be there.  I sigh contentedly and shut my eyes. 

A loud banging then sounded and I jumped and fell off the bed in shock.  The stuttering officer was startled as well as he stood up with a shocked expression that resembled my own.  He warily looked at me, as if I was the one who had done it, before he opened the door to the corridor, just in time as the woman from moments ago charged past with panic in her eyes.  Even though she was gone in less than a second, I still noticed how her cheeks shined from the tears she had shed.  The question was, over what? 

"Hey, what's up with the chief?"  Someone asked, I looked up and saw two officers.