Becoming a prison guard is tough. But when you're the only female in a workplace of thirty male guards, with a very attractive boss, and one inmate you can't help but be intrigued by, things become a lot more difficult.
Florence Saint Boredom was consuming my every thought. I was out of the hospital but hadn't left my apartment since Sam brought me here. I couldn't really walk either. I was so bored. The apartment walls looked now drab and dreary. There was nothing new on tv. I had tried every channel. Mum had been to visit a few times but didn't stay long. It was hitting me hard thinking about how alone I was. All I wanted was to have someone here with me. I wanted to go to work. I wanted to help people. I wanted to see Harry and William. I wanted to hear William say 'good morning Officer Florence' as he did every morning.
A quick knock on my door interrupted the tenth episode of 'Family Guy' I was watching. I picked up my crutches and hobbled slowly to the door. I slowly opened it and Sam stood there, a wide grin on his face. He had a wheelchair in his hands and I raised an eyebrow. "You're getting out of the house" Sam said, welcoming himself in. "Not looking like this I'm not" I scoffed, slowly making my way to my bathroom. I placed the crutches down, wincing at the sudden burning pain coming from my stomach. As best as I could, I put makeup on and brushed the knots out of my hair. I observed myself in the mirror, focussing on the bandage protruding from under my crop top.
"Come on" Sam said and helped me lower down into the wheelchair. "Where are we going?" I asked, curiosity taking over. "Visitation" Sam said and I frowned. "Visitation for who?" I asked as we travelled down the building in the lift. "Did you forget that Harry is getting out next week?" He said and I sighed. "No. That's all that's been on my mind for the past two weeks" "Well he's absolutely dying to see you. So is William" he said wheeling me over to the prison. Most of the officers welcomed me in. Even Watson went out of his way to see how I was coping. "Does he know I'm coming?" I asked and Sam shook his head. "No. All we've told him is that he's got a visitor today" he explained and I nodded.
He wheeled me in silence to the visitation room. I sat there playing with my thumbs. No one else was in the room, making me slightly nervous. "Hello" I heard from behind me. "I can't turn round but if you come to the front of me then you'll see that I'm smiling" I said and I heard his low pitched laugh sound as he walked to the front of me. "Woah!" I said putting my hands over my mouth. "What?" "You actually cut your hair" I giggled and he nodded. "Getting ready for next week?" I said and immediately the feeling in the atmosphere turned sour. "Yes" he said slumping down opposite me on the cool metal stool. "Unfortunately" he sighed under his breath. "Oh for fucks sake Harry I've had enough now" I said putting my hand harshly on the table. "What!" He scoffed. "You're being an ungrateful, selfish, disregarding man and I don't like it" I said, making sure I had a hard tone to my voice, and a cold look as I stared into his green eyes. "You made your decision. You did. And you've done you're time. You're getting out. Think of William, Harry, he's never getting out of here. Never. He's never getting married, or having children. Or his own house. You're going to get to have all of this and more." I said and it was like telling off a small child.
His head dropped and he played with his hands in his lap. "Are you listening to me Harry Styles?" I said taking his chin and lifting it till his eyes met mine. "Yes. But don't start making me feel guilty. I've had it bad in here" he said rolling his eyes and without thinking I brought my hand back and slapped his cheek. "What the fuck!" "Get you're head out of your asshole! Look at your size cell compared to everyone else's. Look at how you're allowed to work and go out of the prison. Open your eyes!" I shouted and he looked taken back. "I'm not your mother Harry so I'm not going to sugarcoat my opinions for you" "I can see that. Why haven't you come and see me?" "That's all you can think about isn't it? Yourself. I've been stabbed twice. Fought of a lethal infection. Been on bed and house rest for these past two weeks. Why do you think I haven't come to see you?" I said and he shook his head. "Look I'm sorry ok I'm on edge. I don't want to go back to the way things were before I came here" he said. "That's you who has control over whether that happens or not. No one else." I said and he nodded. "I know that now. Are you going to come and see me get released?" He asked and I shrugged. "Do you want me to?" "I would like you to" he sighed and I nodded. "Then I will"
He rubbed his thumb across the back of my hand as we sat it silence. "One week" he kept whispering. "One week and I can finally take you on a proper date. A date that you deserve. I can finally give you a cuddle without it being in a bathroom or a cell" he said louder and I smiled. "If I let you" I giggled and he rolled his eyes. "Well I don't want to let you go" "Then don't" I whispered. "I won't." He said quickly. "I wonder if you'll like me" "I do like you" "No no, outside of here." He smiled and I smiled to. "I'm sure I will. Then again I'm sure it will be like getting to know another person" I smiled and he nodded. "Would you come to a concert?" He asked and I was a bit taken back.
I didn't know. I didn't know about any of it. Being the girlfriend of Harry Styles, but also his former prison officer. I wonder how that would go down in the media.
"Flo?" "Oh! Well, yeah I guess" I nodded. "You guess?" "Well I get a bit claustrophobic" I admitted and he smiled. "You can watch back stage then" he smirked. "Get me a ticket and I'll be there" I told him and he nodded. "Well hopefully if I get my feet on the ground again and start writing then a tour or concert will be not too far away" he winked. "You focus on that first part. Get your feet on the ground" I said and held his hand. "I will. For you"
"He's missed you a lot" Harry said wheeling me to Williams cell. "Aw bless him" I said and I could feel my smile grow bigger as I saw him reading silently in his cell. I cleared my throat. "Mr William Parker" I said and he immediately stood up and put his book down. "Florence!" He said and grabbed the bars. I reached up and held his hands through the bars. He knelt down and I smiled at him. "Are you coming back now?" He asked and I shook my head. "No William. Not yet" I smiled and he nodded. "I'm reading books. On education. Maths, science and English" he smiled and I nodded. "Good! That's good" "I miss you" "Aw I miss you too. But not too long now" I smiled and he nodded. "Good." "I've got to go back home now" I smiled and he nodded. "I'll see you next week I'm guessing. For Harry's release" he sighed and i nodded. "I'll come and see you. I promise" I said and let go of his hands as Harry started to roll me away. "I love you!" He yelled and I couldn't help but giggle. "Bye William" "He's not the only one who loves you" Harry said quietly. I said nothing. I couldn't.
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