Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 22

Louis' heart was pounding when his fingers tightened on the hem of his jacket, the poor boy feeling like the walls were closing in on him. Shaken, frightened and just simply scared, he had somehow managed to literally force himself here, to London's local Police station. The one where Harry was going to spend a large amount of his life, away from Louis and to any humans over all, setting the other prisoners aside. It had been a month since the trial, and Louis was surprised that he even had gotten there from his own free will. He wanted to see Harry, even if he had an orange overall on and his hair standing in every possible direction. Being without him for another month or two was something that he didn't want. He may not be able to hear or touch him like before again, but this was just as good as it was going to get. The walls were white inside the building and the floor was in some ugly beige cardboard. It looked absolutely hideous and Louis hated it, feeling how his whole body started trembling more than necessary. He made his way up to the desk where a blonde woman sat, her sitting up more properly when he got closer.

"Hi," he said quietly, looking at her. "I'm a visitor for Harry Styles. I have an appointment."

The woman looked confused at first and typed something on her computer, her teeth scraping slowly and unsurely over her full lips. Her lipstick got a little smudged. Louis wanted to tell her, but even if he didn't want it to happen, he knew that his voice would crack as soon as he used it.

"You're Louis Tomlinson?" she questioned. Louis just nodded. "The Louis Tomlinson?"

"I suppose I am," he mumbled back, managing to hold his voice steady. "Can I see him?"

"Are you sure?" the woman asked. "This will be your last chance."

"I'm sure."

She looked up at him, her thin eyebrows rising when she continued to type away on her computer. Her gaze flickered back to the screen only when Louis turned away and stared at nothing, fingertips finding their way to the hem of his shirt. He pulled on it and tugged, listening to her fingernails click against the buttons on the keyboard. Soon enough she handed him a few paper sheets and told him to, quote, "Sign it for safety purposes so that you agree to have guards around you." Louis had no choice but to sign it, because obviously, otherwise he wouldn't see Harry. She thanked him when he gave the now signed papers back and told him to sit down on one of the couches while she made a few calls. Louis didn't find it necessary to have policemen with him since he knew with two hundred and fifty two percent that Harry wouldn't lay a single hurtful finger on him, yet, Louis had to sit down and wait there for at least forty minutes before one man and one woman in police uniforms appeared in front of him and told him to come with them.

"You get thirty minutes," they said. Louis would have to make the best out of the situation.

He got led into a room full of doors and minimal windows, Louis seeing how some prisoners hit the windows and slammed at the doors. They were prison cells, Louis guessed. It echoed in the whole hallway and maybe Louis even moved closer to the police officers. It was like he couldn't feel a single thing. He felt blank and cold. He didn't even know if he was happy or unhappy. Louis looked up when the woman stopped and started looking through a large amount of keys locked onto a key ring, moving off to the side. She started unlocking a door. Louis immediately got warmer when the thought of Harry being in there crossed his mind and he was about to walk up to her side, but got pulled away by the man. He said that they would go into a separate room so that they could talk freely through a phone, Louis knowing exactly what he was talking about. He had never done something like this before. He felt cold again.

"Do I really only get thirty minutes?" he wondered quietly, looking up at the taller man. He was really thin and dark skinned. He had brown eyes. He was rather good-looking.