Harry Styles Imagines

He's in Jail for a Crime He Didn't Committ

You walked into the shady place with Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Liam. It was a jail. As you were escorted through the endless hallways and hallways of cells, you couldn't believe that this was where that had put your Harry.

He didn't assault that man. You were there, you saw. He had nothing to do with that. You and him were walking around and there was a man getting mugged. Harry was the one to chase the thug away and save him. He was the hero, not the bad guy. But still, the man didn't remember who attacked him, and so when the police accused Harry of the crime, he had nothing to say against it. You did, but they wouldn't believe you, since they thought you just had bias and nothing more.

But Harry didn't do it. You knew he was innocent, and so did the boys and everyone who knew him well.

"You have 10 minutes." The officer said, presenting to you a table to sit at. The boys let you sit down, and they all stood behind you.

"Alright, Styles," You heard a rough voice echo, "You've got 10 minutes with your friends. Don't try anything, you're guarded and handcuffed."

I looked up and there he was, in an orange, short sleeve uniform. The tattoos on his arm were half visible. His hair was all messed up and lacking its usual product, but he was still the most handsome man in the world to me.

His face lit up when he saw us there waiting for him. "Y/N!" He said, "Guys!"

"Harry!" I cried and got up to give him a hug. He couldn't hug me back because of his cuffed hands, but I still held on as tight as I could. "Oh god I can't believe this is happening to you!"

"Shh," He whispered, "I'm okay, baby."

We then pulled apart and returned to our seats across from each other. He put his joined hands up on the table. His wrists were all red from chafing due to the metal clasps. I teared up. He didn't do anything to deserve this.

"How are you holding up, mate?" Niall asked. Even he sounded like he was about to break down.

"Well, it's not fun, but I'm still here aren't I?" Harry replied.

"You shouldn't be." I burst possibly too loudly.

"Baby, I'm going to get out of here. Okay I promise." He told me, taking my hand. He stroked his thumb over my knuckles.

"But you're innocent! How much longer is it going to take them to see that?" I was nearly weeping by now.

"I don't know, babe. And none of you, and I mean none of you, are going to bail me out." He declared firmly.

"What?" Everyone gasped, "Why???"

"Because this is so stupid it's not worth spending that much money on. They have to know the truth sooner or later. Let's just wait this out, yeah?"

"No...." You whispered, "No, no, no."

"Y/N, please don't try to-"

"Harry I love you, and I'm not going to take this any longer. I'm not just going to go home and pretend everything is fine while you are shivering in some cold jail cell, where you most certainly do not belong!" You said strongly.

Harry was speechless.

"She's right." Liam added and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Time's up for the 6 of you." A guard came by and practically yanked Harry out of the chair with force, "Back to your cell, pretty boy."

You had the nerve to punch that stupid guard in the face.

Harry looked back at you, and this time he was crying.

"Harry, don't worry!" You called after him, "We'll get you out! I promise!"

Then the door slammed behind him and the guard, leaving you and the boys alone.

You whisper again. "I promise, Harry. I promise."

A/N: Part 2???