love is one thing. trust is another. and when you're two broken people trying to make it through the night, sometimes the hardest thing isn't falling-it's letting yourself be caught.

Living life in a prison wasn't always fun, meeting new people who have claimed to be innocent or just some that admit to their crimes. Harry Styles was known as the Hot headed murderer, in others eyes that is. He was a pretty nice lad, always smiling and bro hugging his two mates that were locked up a little longer then he has been. 23 years old and still serving another 20 years for the murder of his uncle. Not only did this prison contain violators and murderers that were out for fresh meat but these other inmates had their own business to keep up with. Everything was going smoothly, Harry being tatted with his random ideas, his hair flowing down passed his shoulders, dimples out on display. People do admit from time to time that they would love to make Harry's theirs, knowing that he wouldn't budge in a bit for that. There was no such things as being someone's 'Bitch' in this prison. Little did Harry styles know was that it was time for inmates to switch off to other prisons. Knowing that he was up for the change since he had heard about being moved to another. But he was most certainly not ready for Bradford's prison cells where the men lurk for a bottom...Not only a bottom but a certain pretty boy who doesn't belong in their prison.