Reality {Larry Stylinson}

Accidentally?

Louis POV

"No, no!" I heard a voice around the corner. I looked up from my seat on the bottom part of the bunk bed to see, yet again, another man being pushed into a jail cell. Thing is, it was mine.

The man had a bunch a chocolate curls, green emerald eyes, amazingly buffed arms. He looked to be about 6'2", and was wearing the same thing we all were, an ugly ass orange suit. But surprisingly, it looked sexy on him.

I watched the curly haired man struggle as he tried to shake the two security guards off of his arms. I could tell he was using all his might to try and escape, but there was no use. The security guards had him in my cell a few seconds later.

Quickly, one of the two men closed the bars, and looked over at the curly one.

His body was stiff and I saw his shoulders moving up and down at an immediate pace, telling me he was breathing heavily.

Wow, thats hot.

"Harry, you get the bottom bunk. Louis, you get the top bunk." the guard spoke.

"But, I'm at the bottom fucking bunk already!" I complained. The guard shrugged, and with a very loud voice, he spoke, "Just move, Tomlinson."

I did what I was told and moved my lazy ass up to the top one.

'Harry', I heard them say, just stood there, giving the other man a death kind of glare, until he disappeared behind the walls and Harry couldn't see him anymore.

He sighed, turning towards the bunk bed. I don't think he gave it a second thought when he walked towards it and just plopped down onto it.

I wish he would just plop down on me.

I mean, what? I didn't say anything.

The cell was silent except for Harry and I's breathing. I let out a small cough, at just about the same time I heard the bed below mine squeak, meaning Harry was either going to get up, or sit up. When I didn't see Harry's figure, I knew he was still seated.

"So," Harry began to speak, "what are you in here for?" I was shocked. There were many men that joined me in my cell, that would never even talk to me for their first 4 nights of being here. So, why is he?

"Manslaughter. Earned 5 years in here. Only 2 have been done so far. You?" I answered.

"I accidentally punched my mother in the face, and I earned a year." He told me with a long sigh.

"Accidentally?" I teased him.

"Fine. It wasn't accidental. I punched her because she killed my boyfriend." I heard his voice crack a small bit at the end of his sentence.

"I'm sorry for your loss. But, if you only punched your mother, how are you in here for a year?" I questioned him. How can someone be put in jail for a year because they hit a woman? Yeah, I would expect at least a week or a little more, but a year?

"She's...in a coma..." Harry hesitantly explained.

"I see. Well, I'm Louis. I'm the guy you're going to have to put up with for a year."

He chuckled slightly, "I'm Harry. Nice to meet you, Tomlinson."

Well, I know one thing, this guy, underneath me right now, in the bottom bunk, is one cheeky mother fucker. But on the plus side, I have a whole year to figure out who he really is.

And, its a long ass time to get him to be mine.