My Prison Guard is Harry Styles?!

Chapter 3

Coleton was Harry Styles long lost estranged baby brother?!

I stared at Harry in shock. This can’t be happening. Although it would explain why I had a crush on both of them…

Harry elaborated. “When I was younger my baby brother was the light of my life. Me and Coleton did everything together. It was never a problem until I started getting into music. My parents wanted me to become the best musician and saw Coleten as a distraction. They deported him to an American foster family, but I guess he was never told about his history. I wasn’t either...I had to find out on my own. They told me…” Tears were slowly streaking down his pale unblemished cheeks.

I placed my palm on his face and wiped the tears away, staring deep into his intense emerald eyes. “What did they tell you?” I asked softly. It pained me seeing him upset like this.

“They told me he was dead!” He cried out and his body shook with grief. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he buried his face into my shoulder. Guys crying was totally weird, but I could tell Harry was an angsty boi with emotional baggage and I understood.

He looked up from my shoulder and smiled at me through his teary eyes. “You are so beautiful Rose.”

I blushed, looking away. “It’s Cristal.”

“What?” He asked.

“My birth name, it’s Cristal.” I wasn’t ready to tell him my whole story, but I felt that was a good start.

Luckily Harry did not push me to tell him more. “Ok, Cris.” He replied, and gave me an endearing lopsided smile.

We spent a while longer simply close to each other, not talking but not creating an awkward silence either. Eventually the sun came up and I was forced to go back to my cell before anyone noticed, but Harry kissed me goodbye on the cheek and promised to visit me later.

That whole day all I could do was think about that night. The tears, the drama, the kiss! My face went red like a tomato just thinking about it. Harry was such a great kisser.

When I went to the cafeteria for lunch not even my petty inmates could spoil my mood. I was absolutely glowing with happiness. Harry kissed me! Not any of these other girls! Therefore nothing they did could possibly bring me down.

“Hey newbie.” One of them grunted, slamming her tray of sludge down on the table in front of me.

I simply smiled up at her. “Hello ugly.”

She gave me the nastiest look and grabbed my hair with her beefy tattooed arms, lifting me off the cafeteria bench. Leaning in real close, I could smell the rancid stench of her breath as she growled into my ear, “What was that, rat?”

Gripping her forearms, I leaned I closer and repeated, “Hello, ugly.”

Letting out an inhuman growl, this woman pulled my hair hard. Outraged, I used my training from John Cena to pull her over the table and onto the ground behind me. I leaped off the table, grabbing my tray of half eaten sludge and shoving it into her face while pinning her down.

I had gathered a large crowd of women who were shouting and whooping. “Three! Two! One! Rose wins the brawl!” I stand up, raising my hands in the air like the champ I was.

“Rose!?”

Harry! I whipped my head around, spotting him rushing towards the crowd. He pushed through the other woman and hugged me, looking me over. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine.” I answered, blushing, but suddenly a fist flew in front of my face, ruining our tender moment. Harry grabbed the woman's arm before it could ruin my perfect facial features, twisting her arm painfully.

“Don't you ever touch her again.” He hissed, pushing her away for the other guards to deal with. All the other women stared on with jealousy as Harry leaned in close to me. “I've found you a way out. Meet me at midnight in the courtyard. Don't get caught.” And with that, he turned on his heel and strode away.