𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐘 [𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖]

nine

(PLAY SONG: JAILHOUSE ROCK BY ELVIS PRESLEY)

It was early the next morning when Harry was woken up by the sound of his ring tone blaring through the room, shocking his ears. He groaned and turned over to answer the phone, not even noticing that Simon had completely disappeared.

"Hello?" Harry answered the phone, his voice groggy with sleep.

"Harry? It's Simon, you need to come and get me."

Now that had caught Harry's attention, and his hand wandered over to where Simon lay only a few hours ago, but now Harry's hand was met with the softness of his bedsheets.

When had he moved to his bed?

"What? Where are you?" Harry questioned, now fully alert and throwing a hoodie on with his phone on loudspeaker at his bed side table.

"I went out to do a little late night kill, and the police were given an anonymous tip on my whereabouts and arrested me. They're looking for an accomplice too, so be wary because you're probably gonna get questioned." Simon said.

"For fucks sake!" Harry shouted, "Do you know what this means? Do you? I'm gonna have to fucking break you out and I'm gonna have to move houses, which I can't afford! I mean, have you seen the state of my fucking door?!"

"Calm down," Simon replied, his voice much softer than Harry's harsh tone, "you don't have to move, we're just gonna have to lay low for a few weeks."

Harry sighed but told Simon to give him details on his whereabouts, and once Simon had put the phone down he began the short walk to the holding cell Simon was in, trying to form a plan in his head as he walked. Simon told him that there wasn't any windows in his cell, and the only way in was through the cell door, but Harry knew that he couldn't just walk in and take Simon from his cell without getting his ass beat and arrested, so he had to go another way about it.

10 minutes later, Harry walked out of the DIY store with a power drill, a hammer and a chisel (A/N: idk how people break people out of prison so don't attack me if this is inaccurate lmao). He had decided that he was going to locate Simon's cell from the outside, and just drill his way through the wall. Because they were in London and there were criminals on the loose everywhere - gangs, murderers, thief's - London had just given up on trying to hold their criminals, therefor the walls on the building that Simon was being kept in were very thin.

Finally, Harry reached the building. Simon had told him that when you walk into the building, you have to walk about 15 feet forward and then his cell was the first on the left, so Harry kept repeating these steps in his head until he finally reached whereabouts Simon was supposed to be, and although he was unsure at first, he could vaguely hear Simon's muffled voice through the wall shouting at an officer for not giving him the food he wanted.

Heh, Harry thought, trust Simon to be a picky eater.

After making sure there was no one around, the streets around this part of London were dead at this time of morning, conveniently enough for Harry, he waited until he couldn't hear the officers voice before he began his work on breaking the wall. He knew he had to be extremely quick, as the officers would start getting suspicious of a constant drilling noise outside the department, and within 5 minutes he had managed to drill a hole just large enough for Simon to squeeze out.

However, a full minute had passed and there was still no sign of Simon, and Harry worried that maybe he had got the wrong cell. He stood up and began to walk away, carrying his tools in a rucksack, but paused when he heard the sound of rubble falling and Simon coughing. Harry turned and saw Simon scramble to his feet and run, and without question Harry followed him, with the sound of wailing police sirens becoming a distant noise.

Finally, after making sure they weren't being tailed, they reached Harry's apartment and slammed the door shut, sitting down on the steps leading to the living room to regain their breath. As Simon slumped down, Harry looked at him in a way that kind of terrified him.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked.

"What? The running? I was literally just about to leave through that pathetic hole you drilled but police officers kept walking by, but after the 5th one passed I just thought fuck it and left." Simon said with a shrug of his shoulders, before standing up and brushing past Harry to walk up the stairs.

"Right," Harry mumbled before following him, "don't disrespect my drilling skills, sorry I've never broken anyone out of prison before."

Simon laughed as he poured himself and Harry a glass of water, sitting on Harry's small sofa and letting out a soft moan as he let the water hit his throat, relishing in the feeling. Harry raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, instead choosing to kick his feet up and start scrolling through his phone.

"You ok?" Simon asked after a gruelling 30 minutes of silence.

"Yeah why?" Harry replied as he continued scrolling through his phone, not even looking up at Simon.

"You're never this quiet," Simon muttered as he scooted over towards Harry, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder and watching the Guernsey boy flick through his phone. Harry was stiff at first, but after he realised Simon wasn't going to move he wrapped an arm around him and let him rest, choosing not to think about the consequences of a prison break that were surely to come later.

A/N

Soon, here it is! Your first update since September. I've been promising this chapter and putting it off for so long because I completely lost all inspiration, and I still don't really have it back, so this is kind of a filler chapter whilst I get back on my feet. Sorry if it's awful or if my writings a bit rusty, I just really want to finish this book without abandoning it like I have done with pretty much every other book I've wrote.

Whilst you're here, please check out my amanda x michael GTA fic, vinewood. I've spent a lot of time on it and its not really doing well with views, so even if you don't wanna read it or its not your thing, please just give it a vote. It means a lot.

Thanks so much!

-phoenix