Harry’s POV:

A smirk shaped his expression into one of arrogance, as though he was completely in his element and knew exactly what he wanted and knew he would get it. It was a similar expression to when he had glanced back at me, knowing full well it was his fault that I had to stop. I levelled a glare on him and took a seat back on the bed I had previously claimed, ignoring the groans of pain around me and keeping eye contact,

“Figures” I muttered quietly

“What?” he asked brief confusing sweeping over his expression

“Figures that I would get stuck in this cell, instead of the one with the guy who I would quite like to gruesomely wound” I stated bitterly, causing him to chuckle and ruffle his now notably dark red hair, completely unfazed by my glare.

“If it helps, I would very happily have you in this cell” he said along with an infuriating wink, his smirk widening “although I’m a bit surprised to see you on the inside of a cell” he stated tilting his head to the side in an apparent curious motion.

“You should be thankful that I’m not” I growled out, meaning it as a threat but he didn’t seem phased

“What did you do push and old lady?” he asked off handedly accompanied with an eye roll

“Well wouldn’t everyone just like to know how the fuck I got in here” I said sarcastically, but a chorus’s of ‘yes’s’ erupted around me and I blinked shocked, having not noticed all those people previously in the room, dotted amongst various other cells. “God don’t you people have a life?! It’s none of your fucking business” I shouted in annoyance

The guy in the cell across from me, chuckled again “You shouldn’t use Gods name in vain”
I just glared dryly at him “I suggest you shut the hell up, or when I get out of here I will beat the living shit out of you” I snapped,

“Ohhh feisty” he smirked and I just flipped him the bird before flopping backwards on the bed, choosing to try and calm down instead of getting needlessly angry over some prick that I could reach to hurt.

*

A couple hours or so later two guards came in grumbling in annoyance, one of them unclipped a set of keys from his belt and begrudgingly unlocked the cell that the guy was in, he sat up with a smirk on his face,

“How you guys doing?” he asked with polite mockery,

“Just shut up” the officer grumbled grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out the cell,

“Woah woah Richard, why so serious? No need to be so pushy” he grinned and looked over his shoulder at me and winked “enjoy the cage babe” he called, I grimaced and rolled my eyes as he was walked out,

“You know you officers are doing a fantastic job upholding the law” he continued to mocked them with fake enthusiasm, as though he had known them for a while; they both glared at him and roughly shoved him through the door out of the room. I smirked to myself, and shut my eyes resting my head on my arms.

A few minutes later a shadow fell across me and I growled in annoyance and opened my eyes looking up at the source of the sudden dimness: Jo,

“What” I snapped, he glowered at me

“You listen here kid” he said sternly “you bett-“I cut him off with a wave of my hand

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your threats” I stated, promptly re-shutting my eyes in an attempt to ignore him, this worked for a total of about five seconds before he grabbed a fistful of my shirt. I slowly opened my eyes, the look on my face positively venomous, I absolutely hated, and I mean hated, being picked up and I was about to express my hatred – most likely with my fists- when keys jingled and the cell door swung open and another two guards stood in the door,

“Styles?” one asked and he looked around at burly, his mate and me, obviously not sure which one I was. I rolled my eyes and raised my hand like I was a freaking primary school student gaining the officers attention.

“You’re free to go” he stated, I blinked slightly in confusion, assaulting a minor was definitely not something you only spent a few hours in jail for. Upon seeing my confused expression he sighed and explained “the charges against you were dropped” he then gestured for me to leave the cell.

I looked at Burly who was still holding me by the shirt and he smirked before punched me right in the nose, my head snapped back painfully and I slowly looked towards him, a harsh, menacing glare spreading across my face, he appeared a little unnerved but spoke anyway,

“Watch your back next time you’re ever walking the streets alone” he threatened and grinned a disgusting smile, revealing rot covering almost all his teeth and those that weren’t rotten were a sickly yellow that caused me to wrinkle my nose in disgust.

A small trail of blood trickled down over my lips, and after politely waiting for him to finish speaking a satisfying crack filled the air as my forehead connected with his nose, his grip on my shirt immediately released and he stumbled back, only to have me grab him by the shoulders pull him closer to again before my knee connected harshly with his lower regions.

“All Right, all right break it up before we intervene” the guard snapped, lightly hitting his baton against his palm. I sighed, allowing my eyes to roll in annoyance before walking towards the guards and following them out of the holding cells.

Louis’s POV:
I looked around the small room, various awards plastered the walls; citizen ship award, mayors merit award and so on. A few bookshelves and other small cupboards lined the walls and a large mahogany desk sat towards the back of the room in front of a large double paned window, papers were strewn across the desk, along with pens, pencils and other messy necessities.

Behind the desk sat a burly man of about 50 give or take a few years, with greying hair and a white beard, his expression held utter disapproval as he stared at my smirking face.

“Mr. Tomlinson,” Mr. Whyte addressed me “we are sorry for hassling you” he said although he didn’t look sorry in the least, I shrugged “it’s not a problem sarge, I missed you anyway” my smirk was wide enough to break my face when he sighed and put his head in his hands. We had been playing this little game of cat and mouse for years now and although I found it amusing, he didn’t appear to have the same thought process. “Although god know why you always seem to request my presence, I mean it’s almost like you enjoy having you around”

“Unfortunately you and I both know that is not the case” He stated dully as he reached out to have a sip of his coffee.

“Ah yes, I remember now; it’s your ridiculous notion that I’m some kind of narcotics dealer” I pointed out cheerfully, “however why you would think I would follow such a dangerous career path is beyond me”

“Well yes, it is a wonder why anyone would ever desire to purse such a career” he stated casting a pointed look in my direction.

“Well some people are just ill-advised ” I commented, a slight smirk slipping onto my face as I made sure to add to my mockery by shaking my head in disapproval “well,” I said abruptly “if I’m free to go…” I said standing

“No” the Sergeant said and I turned back to him an innocent look on my face

“Unless you have any evidence that proves I’m not innocent?” I fake frowned confusedly

He paused for a moment as if attempting to pull something incriminating together before sighing in defeat and running a hand through his hair in frustration “you may leave Tomlinson” he admitted and I smirked again “but don’t think about leaving the country any time soon” he warned

“It was nice seeing you Sarge” I grinned “Until next time” with that and a mocking waved and was out the door before he was even able to leave his chair.

As I walked out into the main lobby of the police station my eyes landed upon a familiar face and a smirk once again took up my expression. He was leaning against the wall with one leg propped up lazily and he appeared bored even as a small trail of blood ran down from his nose and onto his lips. I briefly pondered on where he could have gotten the bloody nose from before my attention was snatched away as he ran his thumb across his bottom lip, catching the droplet before it ran all the way down his chin. I bit my lip to hold in any sounds that may have escaped me because damn that looked sexy and as if he sensed me watching his head snapped up and his eyes locked on mine. His glare was harsh and spoke nothing but warnings against going near him, however decidedly had the opposite effect on me as I began making my way over.

Harry’s POV

I’m certain my glare could have killed a small dog, and yet, as if completely undeterred, the guy from earlier began making his way towards me. I was still angry over the throbbing in my nose and that anger just seemed to increase with each step towards me he made, almost as though I was a ticking time bomb about to go off. I was already annoyed with my current predicament and having to associate with this ass was not at the top of my to-do list.

“Fancy seeing you here” the guy said casually, but the implied mockery was impossible to miss as he moved to lean against the wall beside me. And for that I refused to acknowledge his comment with anything other than my constant glare. He, however, merely rolled his eyes upon realising I wasn’t planning on answering and continued speaking, “what’s your name?” and again I refused to answer, “why were you in jail?” he persisted but huffed childishly when I didn’t reply “you know you’re very boring when you don’t talk” he stated before pausing as if to think before he allowed a slight grin to shape his smirk “Oh dear it seems as if you really don’t want to talk to me” he pulled a fake pout, eyes sparkling with challenge and I indulged myself with an eye roll at his annoying behaviour.

“Aha” He said suddenly “how about I answer the questions then you answer?” he suggested and I just looked at him and raised an eyebrow, still maintaining my hateful look even as he smirked victoriously, obviously proud at having succeeded in gaining some sort of reaction from me.

“Well for starters my name is Louis” he said turning and leaning on his side on the wall, so he was facing me now, smirk in full as he continued “and I’m here cause they think I’m a drug dealer” he stated and I once again raised an eyebrow in question this time,

“And are you?” I broke my silence to ask, a hint of curiosity touching my voice as I actually looked at him. He did appear as though he could be a drug dealer, with his dyed hair, tattoos and piercings he did give one that impression, although I was really in no position to comment on that.

“Tsk, tsk” Louis shook his head “you think I’m just going to answer your question when you haven’t answered any of mine?” the mockery in his tone was grinding on my last nerve and I had to clench my fists at my side in an attempt to stay sane, but I couldn’t stifle out the gnawing curiosity.

“Harry”

“Hmm Harry what?” He asked glancing away as though to appear uninterested

“My name, its Harry” I repeated clenching my jaw

“See, now was that so hard?” he smirked at me teasingly

“Yeah whatever” I grumbled “now answer the fucking question” I spat out harshly, already feeling the familiar bubbling in my veins and the increasing heat.

“Now now, is swearing really necessary Harold? And I do believe I asked you another question, one that you have been oh so rudely avoiding” Louis pointed out, a frown slipping onto his face when I didn’t answer,

“Back to the silence are we?” he asked and I glared at him, having a bit of trouble seeing anything but red as I violently and abruptly shoved him against the wall, putting my face considerably closer to his as I fisted my hands in his shirt.

“You know what fine! I got put in here for beating the crap out of a high school student, is that what you fucking wanted to hear?” I growled out, my voice boarder lining along malicious as I sneered hatefully at him. He simply raised an eyebrow appearing once again unaffected by my actions and even went as far as to move closer to me, an action that I returned with a step backwards. A confused frown slipped onto my face at the uncomfortable closeness that he created, I was not pleased with being close to him if I was not inflicting pain and it was obvious by the smirk on his face that he too noticed.

“Hmm somehow I figured it was something like that” he stated and I realised he was sneaking passed me towards the door, before he glanced back at me “you seem to have anger issues, but don’t worry it’s very attractive Curls” he said with a wink before slipping out of the station.

It was then I realized he had gotten away without answering my question, it was also when I noticed that almost all the police in earshot had been watching us carefully. An older man in particular stood in the door way of what I assume to be his office, glaring after Louis with an expression that came close to even mine.

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