Harry Styles Imagines

He's In Jail For A Crime He Didn't Commit Pt. 2

It was just you and the boys in that shady room after Harry was taken away. Rage and all types of confusion and sadness filled your heart. He doesn't belong here, you kept thinking.

You went home that night alone, to the big house you and your beloved shared. It seemed too empty without him there. And you felt guilty for getting to sleep in a warm bed while he had to sleep in some cold, smelly jail cell. You remembered your promise to him, though, and by God you meant it.

With that, after a night of barely any sleep, you and the boys returned to the jail the next day. You had been sent to that same room as last time, and sat down at another table as you waited to see someone, anyone at all.

Just then, an officer walked in, the same one that had dragged Harry out. Tears escaped your eyes when you looked at him, thinking of how he was treating your Harry.

"Hey!" You shouted at him, "Hey you!"

"Y/N don't." Louis tried to intervene, but failed as you soon stormed over after getting a reaction out of the officer.

"What, Miss?" He asked impatiently.

"Don't you know who you're keeping inside that cruddy cell?!" You raged with your crying being uncontrollable, "That's Harry Styles! He's the kindest human being I know! He wouldn't hurt anybody!"

"Miss, as we've discussed before, I know that you're his lover and all, but that would add a huge amount of bias to your side of the story. With all due respect, this is a waste of time." He pushed past you.

"No!" You shouted, cutting him off in his path, "There was another man! An actual mugger! Harry SAVED the victim, don't you see?! Check the street security cameras or something!"

"We wouldn't have any cameras in that area that show the event." He stated bluntly, "Now get out of my way, girl."

"Wait! Stop! Please!" You cried harder. This couldn't be happening. Harry could not just stay in this rotten place.

"She's right!" An unfamiliar voice declared from behind me. I turned around to find a man with a black eye, a leg cast, and crutches. It was the assault victim.

"She's right." He said again, looking at me sincerely, "That man you have in there is innocent. He was the one who saved me."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"A-are you positive, sir?" The officer asked ashamed.

"Absolutely." Replied the victim, sitting down in a chair, "Now release him and I'll fill out a police report."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." The officer then turned to me, "My apologies, Miss. We'll have him out here in a moment."

I nodded before tackling the boys in a group hug. We celebrated, smiling like idiots at the fact that Harry was finally getting what he deserved.

"Thank you so much!" I told the crippled man.

"No problem," He smiled, "I had woken up at the hospital and they showed me a picture of who the police had put in jail and I remembered that he wasn't the guy. I rushed over here as soon as they released me."

"Well it certainly means a lot to us." Niall said.

"How are you feeling?" Liam asked him.

"Ah, just a bit sore in some places but that's all." He shrugged.

Then, I heard the sweetest sound you'd ever hear in your lifetime...

Harry's voice.

"Y/N! Guys!"

The officers uncuffed him and he swept you up in his arms joyfully. "I'm free, baby! I'm free!" He laughed.

"I know!" You smiled so hard your cheeks began to hurt, "I wasn't going to break my promise."

He kissed you, smiling into it. "God I love you." He repeated.