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.
Harry Styles I had to wait until three in the afternoon. Three o'clock and then this would all be over. I couldn't even count the minutes as I had no watch. I craved to see an officer. Any officer. Because then I know that this will be done.
"It's three o'clock Styles. Let's go get your personal" Watson sighed, letting me out of my cell. We walked about five minutes to a large storage room. I took in the whole prison. The stone walls, and the gym where me and Florence once sat. I took in the yard where I had gotten into that fight with Parker. All the memories of being here came back. I hated this. I made a vow to myself to never come back here again. The only reason I would come back now would be to visit William. "I didn't think you'd get out this early. I didn't want you to get out" Watson said and I rolled my eyes. "You've always hated me" I scoffed. "Why?" "I hated that you weren't what I was expecting. I hated that you weren't this diva princess demanding this that and the other" he said and I couldn't help but laugh. "You hate me and treated me like shit because you liked me?" "Precisely" he sighed as we searched for my personal box. "You're an asshole" I scoffed. "Well you don't have to deal with me anymore. Just don't come back" he said and thrusted my box into my hands. "Trust me, I'm not going to" "Don't hurt Florence either" he said and I was taken back. "You don't care about her. You hate her" I said and he shook his head. "She's a good girl. She doesn't deserve to be hurt" he said and we started the walk back.
Getting changed into the clothes I was arrested in brought back so many memories of that evening. I didn't even want to turn my phone on. My black jeans, vest, blazer and real shoes felt strange. The necklace round my neck and the many rings on my fingers felt foreign. The feeling of my phone in my hand or in my pocket felt unnatural. "Is She here?" I asked Sam as he walked into the room. "She's here" he sighed and looked me up and down. "You don't look like you. You actually look half decent" "Thanks I guess" I said raising an eyebrow. "That's really what you wear usually?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. "Yes" "Like everyday? Even if you're just going out to a cafe?" "Probably" I shrugged. "Look id Be Happy to answer you're questions but I really want to get the hell out of here" "Understood" he said and lead me out of the room. "Who's taking you home?" He asked opening the door. "Fuck" I said and ran my hands through my hair. Of course I hadn't thought about that.
"I am" I heard from behind me and I turned to see Florence, walking upright. She was wearing a little denim black dress, buttons going all the way up the dress. She had red lipstick on and her eyelashes and eyebrows done. My jaw was ready to drop. "Flo," I said and she smiled. "You're here" "I promised you" she said and I nodded. "I've already been to see William so that's fine. So, whenever you're ready Mr Styles" she said and I shook my head walking to her. I quickly took her into my arms and squeezed her tight. I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks and I didn't stop them. "Thank you Florence. Thank you" I cried and she squeezed me tighter. "Shhh it's ok Harry. It's ok" she said and I rubbed her back. I kissed her forehead and turned to Sam. "Take a photo mate" I laughed and I took Flo's phone and handed it to him.
I put my arm around her waist and she did the same to me. We posed for a few photos before she turned to me. "Right" "Let's get the fuck out" I laughed. I turned to Sam again and held out my hand to him. "Thank you mate" I said shaking his hand and he smiled, clasping my hand. "Go do something good" Sam said and I nodded. "I will"
I wrapped my arm around Florence as we walked out of the prison. "Fuck you!" I screamed at the building and Florence laughed loudly. "Right" she said standing next to her car. "That's your car? That shouldn't be allowed on the road. It's about to break" I said and she rolled her eyes. "It's not going to break. Just get in" she scoffed and got in. I stood still. "I'll give you a kiss if you get in" she giggled and I ran to get in.
I belted up and she started the engine. "Come here"I smirked and put my fingers under her chin. She bit her lip and I guided her lips to mine. Our first kiss with us both just being regular people. Our lips moved blissfully together. My fingers tangling in her hair. She was the one to pull away. "Where am I taking you?" "Anywhere. The beach" I sighed. "Ok" she giggled and we started driving. "You're actually taking me to the beach?" I laughed and she shrugged. "Not the best beach in the world but it's something" she said and I nodded.
After a half hour drive we arrived in the city. The beach was in fact a little patch of pebbles next to the river. As we walked I took in a deep breath. She had her arms folded across her chest as we walked down the steps and onto the pebbles. We sat up against the wall in silence. It was empty. No one but us as the sun began to set. I wrapped my blazer around her shoulder and pulled her into my side. It felt like I was in paradise. I took in the shining lights, radiating off the buildings. The police lights flashing, the blue and red colours chasing each other over the walls of skyscrapers. The feeling of her body next to mine. The breeze brushing our bodies. It was enough to make me cry again.
Florence leaned her head against my shoulder and I rest my head on top of hers. I took her hand in mine and rubbed my thumb over the back of her hand. "Let me stay at yours" I said quietly. "Harry," "take me to yours. Please Florence. I don't want to be alone" I said and she cupped my face. "I'm not leaving you. Ok? But my apartment is on the prison grounds Harry. I don't have my own place" She smiled and I nodded. "It's ok. I don't want to go back to mine. Please Flo. I don't care" I said and she nodded. "Come on then" she said and held her hand out to me as she stood up. We walked through the streets hand in hand and the more people we passed the more I saw that people were starting to notice me. But no one actually came over, which I was grateful for.
The drive back to where Florence was staying was a short one, we didn't actually say anything to each other until we were inside. "This isn't too bad" I said and she shrugged. "I'm hoping that it's temporary" she sighed and I looked around the place. It was so Florence. There were plants and little fairy lights, with her certificates hung up on one wall. I stuck my head into what I presumed was her bedroom. Again, fairy lights and succulent plants lined the place. Other than that it really was quite plain. "Aren't you supposed to wait for me to invite you into my bedroom?" She questioned. "I'm not in your bedroom, just observing" I said walking to where she stood in the middle of the living space. We stood opposite each other and she swung my blazer off of her shoulders, placing it neatly on the arm of the sofa. "Have you locked up?" I asked, paranoias filling my head. "Yes. Don't worry. Everything's done" she smiled, her voice full of reassurance.
As we stood facing each other, you could almost see the tension radiating between us. And I didn't know how long I would be able to resist it.
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