Natalie's POV
"Mr. Styles isn't here. we've taken him to the county prison. would you like to take a short car ride with me to see him?" she asks.
I nod, taking no time to think.
I need to see Harry.
She leads me to a black, shiny car and the entire car ride asks me about my life and things at home. She tells me her name is Angela.
And then I remember- my brothers still think we're at the fair!
I shove that thought out of my mind, telling myself I'll worry about it later.
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My hands are shaking and my legs are wobbling as the woman in black leads me down a long, musty hallway. it smells like dirt and sweat, and male screams are contained and muffled behind steal doors. I try to peek into the window of one and a middle aged, bald man dressed in all orange gives me a menacing stare.
His stare draws me back to where I'm supposed to be, eyes down, slowly following Angela.
She takes me to a desk, exchanges whispers with the lady behind it, and continues walking.
After what seems like an eternity of walking, I'm put in a room.
Not even a room, a box.
Inside of it are two chairs and a table.
The outside has four large windows made with cheap plastic, and four guards on each side, too.
"Sit here. Get comfortable. He's coming soon." Angela tells me, nodding with reassurance and closing the small door.
My mind tries to filter my surroundings, as there is not much to filter. Just two plastic chairs and a cheep table someone would buy at a yardsale.
The tall, familiar frame that Harry owns appears from the darkness of one of the hallways.
"Natalie?"
