Secret Identity (Haylor)

Chapter 34: What If Taylor Knows?

Chapter 34: What If Taylor Knows?

Harry's POV

"Okay, now face front again." The officer tells me and I pose a dull face while putting up a board with my name and random I-don't-care-what's-it-for numbers placed in firm, appropriate white ink.

The light stops blinding me giving a sign that it's over, I'm done with the mugshots. The officer instantly cuffs me again for another round of forcibly pushing me to walk again. Still keeping a straight face, I try to listen to his whisper. "You're probably sleeping over tonight. So stay snug-don't want the cold to cause you pneumonia." I feel him smirk with his offending tone.

We pass an aisle of cells with men waiting to get bailed, which might be impossible until tomorrow.

"Here," he throws me into a gray-walled cell, "no special treatment for you, Mister Harry Styles." Yet another offending smirk comes from him, slowly irritating me. He locks me in, hearing a slight screech of the rusty gate or whatever they were called. I'm definitely not used to this. Harry Styles in jail? Well, that wasn't too bad, was it? Prison is worse, I thought.

Instead, I sigh being through on the debate I've been dealing with myself.

The white brunette-haired officer leaves the aisle, hearing another screech but now from a distance.

"Pssst!" I hear a toothless man calling me from someplace near. "Psssst!" There goes the sound again but I caught it this time realizing he was just in front of me.

"Hey, you Harry Styles?" I see a bald black man, only one front tooth missing now that I see. He whispers as if he wouldn't want to wake up anyone, but my mind woke myself up and saw that everyone was sleeping.

I nod instead of speaking since I feel that my throat's dry.

"Really now? Man, just how much my daughter would love to see you, brother!" He exclaims with his whispering voice still there, giving me a view his visible white teeth as he smiles.

I smile in awe, being amazed at how fathers are like this. They give everything, everything for their children. They ignore their body aches, knowing that they're living and working for a reason. They don't care if their children aren't appreciative because they know that as fathers, they love them so much.

"I bet she sounds amazing. How's it like? How's it like being here instead of being at home?" I position myself to a comfortable state to sit and relax.

"Horrible. You see how mad the world is? Yeah, I got blamed for car napping. Long story, but I do know that my family's pretty down about this. You know, being disappointed for hearing such a thing. It's hard to be an employee, a son, a husband, and a father at the same time, feel me?" He asks, taking a little chuckle.

"Quite. But I bet that your pain is worse than mine." I tell him with a shrug, unsure what to tell him.

"Nah. When you think of it, it's all just the same. Pain, suffering, and stress is what we all experience. We could play as different people in different situations. But tell you what, there's no difference. We're all people, we feel pain like others do, we feel love like how humans will. It's just that, the story is being portrayed in different ways. Just like how directors do. Give different directors the same script for the same movie, they'll all have their own versions based on how they determine what the story is all about. Some may look more sophisticated, some will look simpler. That doesn't matter, as long as you know that you aren't the only one feeling that way." He says effortlessly even with him trying to scrape chewing gum off his boots.

Silence takes up most of the time before we knew it was morning.

Zayn's POV

"Do you think Taylor knows?" The first question That came out while we were having breakfast.