Shattered

Chapter Twenty-Five

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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GOOD SONGS TO LISTEN TO ARE:

LOOK AFTER YOU- THE FRAY

HOUDINI- FOSTER THE PEOPLE

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER- 5SOS

I MISS YOU- 5SOS

NEVER BE- 5SOS

100 SLEEPLESS NIGHT- PIERCE THE VEIL

HAPPY LITTLE PILL- TROYE SIVAN

ANYTHING BY THE FRAY BASICALLY

OKAY HERE'S CHAPTER 25_______________________________________________________________________

"They found Harry." Luke looked me dead in the eye and I froze.

"Who's 'they'?" I put quotation marks around they, because, frankly, there's many people who could fall under the category 'they'.

"Well Zayn just called, but I'm pretty sure the cops did." The cops were looking for Harry?

"Well don't just stand there! Go see if he's going to be locked up!" Dragging Luke out of the house and once again shoving him into his car, we drove down to the police station, to see a scruffed up Harry sitting in an orange jumpsuit.

"Hello, I'm here to see Harry Styles." Luke spoke to a police man, and we were allowed to go back to see him. I stayed far behind Luke, afraid of what Harry could do.

"Harry, long time no see my brother." Luke smiled as he took a seat infront of the glass seperating us between the grouchy Harry.

"Yeah. You ditched me."

"It was for a reason, Harry. You don't understand."

"You don't understand I want my money back." Money? I was utterly confused.

"We agreed, Harry. We settled an agreement on this. Now can we please drop it? We can talk about this later." Luke grumbled.

"Luke you don't understand. I'm probably not going to get out of here. I need you to help me with one more thing, and I'll drop the money issue." Harry looked scary, his brown dirty hair hung over his face, and his already pale skin was even more projected by the florescent lighting. His eyes were wide open and a cocky grin plastered over his face.

"Harry..." Luke warned.

"I want you to help me escape this hell hole. This is even worse than that stupid hospital. Listen. One of my buddies I made here is going to help me, too. We're-"

"How do you know he's not going to kill you, Harry? Harry, snap out of it! This is prison not daycare! This aren't your buddies! These are people who are just as sick and monsterous as you are! Look, I'm NOT helping you! I'll give you your money."

"Fantastic."

"Once you're out of jail, back on your medication, and back on your feet. I'm not giving you money just so you can buy drugs and alcohol or whatever you buy. I'll give you your money when you're stable and mature enough. Good bye, Harry. There's a special place in hell for guys like you." Standing up and knocking over the chair, Luke stormed out of the room, leaving me and Harry alone. He bent his head down and smirked.