Deliquent

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~~~Harry POV~~~
"Yo Styles, they're really letting you go today?" Bucky, my cell mate of the past 6 months asks me.

"Yeah hopefully, that's what warden says." I sigh pushing myself forward off of my thin prison mattress.

"You're lucky as hell man, if i'm lucky i'll get out of here before I die." He rubs his long rugged beard with his tattooed hands.

"All I have to say is just stay out of trouble and don't talk back and maybe they'll reduce your sentence." I shrug at him.

Just then we're interrupted by the sound of the door lock clicking. In walks a tall guard with a bald head, I had never seen him before but he looks just like all the other guards here.

"Inmate grab whatever shit you want to take with you and let's go." He leans his back against the wall glaring at me.

I had no personal belongings or family who wrote to me, so I had nothing to take with me.

"I don't have any-" I began to speak but I was interrupted by Bucky.

"Here, man" He stretches his arm out handing me a necklace that he kept on him at all times.

I placed my bad out for him to drop it, it was a silver chain with a cross on it. I was never very religious, but in the prison world anyone who offered you something especially a gift you accept it as a sign of respect.

"Thank you, stay safe. Ill make sure to write you." I nodded at him and gave a slight smile before walking out with the guard.

I was taken into a room with all concrete walls, similar to my cell except there was a table and chair in the middle of the room.

"Sit." The guard simply said and I followed his order.

He walked out of the room and left me alone for who knows how long. 10 minutes? Maybe even 20? I honestly had no sense of time anymore, because every minute of every hour for the last 4 years all felt the same.

The door locked clicked and the sound of high heels clicking on the floor rang throughout the room.

A lady with a sleeker back brown bun and tons of red lipstick stood before me.

"Mr. Styles, I'm Cassandra and i'm going to be the one in charge of your release" She spoke slowly to me.

I just simply nodded at her.

"I'm going to take your fingerprints and explain your parole to you, then the guards will load you into the van and take you out. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I said.

The process went by fast, she explained to me that for the next year i'm on parole and I have a set curfew each night and if I violate any of the rules of my parole i'll be sent back to prison for 90 days.

Sure enough it was finally time for me to leave, I sat on the bench waiting for the police van to pull up. I couldn't believe after 4 years I was finally going to see the real world again. What would I do first? Sleep in a real bed? Eat something that didn't look like it had already been chewed previously? Maybe even make a twitter and figure out what all the hype is about.

"Stand up." The guard from earlier spoke to me.

He turned me around and un-cuffed me. I rubbed my wrist a little because they were very red, you'd think my body would be used to the handcuffs by now.

I sat in the van what seemed like forever, I watched the trees pass and I watched people in other cars. The last time I had seen the outside world is when I was getting transported from juvenile prison into the real adult prison.

After about an hour or so of driving we finally reached our destination. It was a secluded neighborhood that looked like it was in the toughest part of town.

"This is where you'll be staying it's apartment number 85, you have 90 days living here during that time you need to find a job and prove to your parole officer you're making enough to live on your own. Got it?"

I nodded.

"Good luck, enjoy your freedom." He handed me a bag and the keys to the apartment and made his way back to the van before quickly speeding off.

I threw the bag over my shoulder and began to make my way up the stairs.

"Welcome to the outside world." I said to myself out loud with a big smile on my face.