My Prison Guard is Harry Styles?!

Chapter 2

A/N Thank you to my friend Natalie for co-authoring this chapter and helping me out with the plot :)))

His soft brown locks, his glowing emerald orbs, there was no doubt in my mind that my prison guard was Harry Styles.

Walking to the front of my cell, I held the bars lightly and stuck my head out between them, gazing at Harry's soft features.

"Hello sir!" I drawled, and he adjusted his hat and turned my way.

The first thing I noticed about him was that he was stunning. His cute nose, his tanned muscles, his ears that stick out a bit but go with his look anyways, absolutely gorgeous!

The second thing I noticed was that he looked surprisingly like my old crush. Cole? Kyle? I don't remember, but their faces were nearly identical! I wonder how I never noticed this before, especially with all the time I spent dreaming about Coleten's face.

The third thing I noticed was a name tag on his shirt that read "Not Harry Styles". Why would he be trying to hide his true identity? Perhaps he was just a look alike tired of getting mistaken for the teen pop sensation? I never knew going to prison would allude to so much mystery!

"What do you want?" He asked in a smooth British accent. He definitely sounds like Harry!

"Oh nothing, just wanted to talk to you is all!" Is what I would have said, had he not blown an obnoxiously loud whistle right next to my ear.

"Recreation time!" He shouted.

I stumbled back, appalled that an idol of mine could be so inconsiderate, especially since I am more famous than him since I am John Cena's daughter. He ignored my pouting face and unlocked my cell, motioning for me to leave and follow the congregation of women making their way to the courtyard. Giving him one last look as I passed, I made my way with the others.

As soon as we got outside I was immediately surrounded by the other inmates.

"Well well well, is this a newbie I see?" One women sneered, approaching me menacingly. If anyone tried anything, I would knock them out with my Japanese karate.

One girl snuck up behind me and tugged painfully at my long brown hair and I whipped around with my fists high, ready to throw hands, before a calm voice stopped me.

"Rose." Came that smooth British accent once again, "You have a visitor."

"Hi Harry!" All the girls in the courtyard squealed simultaneously.

"Don't call me that." He said bluntly, turning to leave with me tailing behind. The other girls sent me jealous glares and growls. I ignored them, as it was the same back in highschool and I was used to receiving such harsh looks.

I entered the visiting area and saw someone I did not expect. I thought my mom would be there, but instead it was my super hot CRUSH!!!!

"Hi Rose!" Coleten said. I nearly fainted. Why was he here?

I forgot Harry Styles was still with me when I greeted him. I saw his face, it was a look of pure surprise and shock.

"Coleten?" Harry Styles weakly gasped.

"Are you Harry Styles? Can I have your autograph?" Coleton exclaimed. "And how do you know my name?"

Why was Coletin talking to my prison guard? He came to visit me!

Harry Styles looked down and was silent with tears beginning to pool in his eyes. I was utterly confused. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but quickly walked away.

I exchanged glances with Coletun. He had no idea what just happened either.

"Anyways...how is prison? Everyone at school has been talking about Brittany's murder but you're kind of a hero now. Nobody really liked her anyway. Some kids actually made a shrine around your locker." Coletan explained.

I blushed. Coletin was complimenting me even though I murdered someone just yesterday (but she totally had it coming). He was so right for me!

But Harry...?

I dismissed my inner conflict and focused on Coleton.He was talking to me about school but I really didn't care about what he was saying. I'm just glad I get to see his handsome face and hear his charming voice. I watched as his long pretty eyelashes batted at me as he talked and I nodded to everything he said.

"Wait, you have luxury three layered queen sized beds?!" Coleton asked, tilting his head adorably.

"Wait what?" What a stupid question.

"You nodded when I asked..."

"Oh yeah! Yeah, we do..." I agreed. I felt a little bad lying, but he couldn't know I wasn't paying attention to him!

He gave me a weird look, but didn't say anything. Then he checked his phone and told me his mom was here to pick him up.

A different security guard escorted me back to my cell. Where was Harry?

When night came I decided to investigate. The bars on my cell were too spaced apart for my skinny figure so I easily slipped out.

I wandered around the prison avoiding cameras and security guards with ease thanks to my master ninja skills from my time with father John Cena in Japan.

Eventually I started hearing loud snoring noises. I decided to follow them until I came across Harry napping on a plastic chair in a dark little security room. He was seated uncomfortably in front of a wall of TVs playing security feeds, yet he looked so calm and peaceful. Cute! I savoured the sight of him sleeping for a while from the door, then decided to enter.

"Oh Harry Styles!" I exclaimed. He jerked up and wheeled his chair around.

"Who-wha-where...oh. Hey Rose. Don't call me that" He said tiredly, wiping his eyes. "Wait a minute! Why aren't you in your cell?"

I giggled. "I have my ways. Anyways, why did you run away from me earlier?"

He looked away. "Your visitor looked familiar. Brought back some...unsavory memories."

"Colton? How?" I asked. Harry flinched at his name.

"I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone." His voice was shaking and rising in pitch. I looked around, hoping no one would come find us, but luckily this area seemed dead aside from us.

"You can trust me. Cross my heart." I said, reaching in to run a finger over Harry's heart. He looked up at me with his forest green orbs, lit up by the glow of the televisions, and looked so vulnerable at that moment.

Then he leant up and kissed me softly on the lips.

Fireworks exploded in my brain. His lips felt like soft rose petals on my lips and i wish this moment could have lasted forever. Unfortunately it only lasted all of 5 seconds and he pulled away, staring at me with a red face, and I'm sure mine looked the same.

"I..." Harry started, but I silenced him by kissing him again. He smiled at me and continued. "I am Harry Styles. I know, don't be too surprised. I left the UK in order to get away from the corrupt music industry. I moved here and changed my name to Not Harry Styles."

I was shocked. Why would he want to escape all the fame and money? He was beloved by so many people! What was he thinking?! "Why would you do that!?"

"I couldn't handle it! Everyone constantly wanting pictures and to date me...it was hell. But now the government is looking for me, trying to track me down and bring me back so I can make more money for their twisted capitalist society which exploits the work of the common labourer."

"Wow, ok...but what does this have to do with Coleten?"

"Oh, he's my long lost baby brother who was deported to America."