Harry Styles had been in prison for less than a month, he had already caught to eye of evil villain, Nick Grimshaw, known for his sadistic ways, known for his disability to comprehend the word no. Harry had no clue that this man was zoning in on his potential innocence, Harry just thought he was misunderstood, and in deep down inside of the man was a friendly interior, one that each person in the world were born with.
“Pretty boy” Nick called out to Harry as wandered the outside gym, Louis was slick by his side, keeping an eye on his young cell mate as he had done every day since his arrival. Louis didn’t know why he felt the urge to protect the innocent boy, maybe it was his oversized heart that his mother always insisted grew inside of him, or maybe it was the fact that he needed someone on his side for once, he needed someone he could trust.
“Don’t pay him any attention, that’s all he wants.” Louis hissed as he tried pulling him along towards some of the other prisoners he had become friends with. Harry nodded, although he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Nick as he stared over at him as if Harry was a hunk of meat. A soft blush peaked over his gentle cheeks as he couldn’t help but feel warm inside. Louis rolled his eyes when he saw Harry staring back at the sicko, and with a rough tug of the arm, Harry was pulled down in front of a group of lads around their same ages.
“You remember these dick heads don’t ya Harry?” Louis asked as he sat down between the blonde and the tanned one. Harry looked at Louis in a frantic, he didn’t remember them at all. In fact Harry had only been outside once since his admission, not ever wanting to leave the cell in fear of his life, it had been on Louis’ insistence that he came out today, Harry had said no at first but Louis was known as a man of persuasion.
“Niall, Liam and Zayn” Louis introduced as three sets of eyes stared at Harry casually. Harry nodded, a small smile erupting across his poised lips as he mumbled his own hellos. His eyes soon falling on Zayn’s lips as a cigarette burned between them. Louis noticed where Harry’s eyes were gazing yet again, patting the young lad on the back with enthusiasm.
“You can get ya self one of those if you win the game.” He said with amusement. Harry had only just noticed the card game taking place in front of him, all four boys rustled around their pockets, spilling out all sorts of odds and ends to bet on.
Harry nodded. “I don’t have a single thing to bet on.” He confessed, rewarded with four distinctly different laughs. Niall grabbed hold of Liam’s knee with a light squeeze, the pair looked at each other with adoring eyes. Harry didn’t know them at all, but it was obvious they were together, he didn’t know if he felt comfortable about that just yet.
Louis whacked Harry over the back of the head. “How do you think we got any of this stuff genius?” He asked with a laugh, it was Zayn who handed them all around their hand of cards. It was also Zayn who won the game, each and every time. No wonder he had so much loot, Harry thought to himself as the softly spoken man contently shoved his winnings into his pockets.
“How long have you two been together?” Harry asked Liam and Niall who were so enwrapped in each other’s eyes, that they didn’t hear him the first time he asked, Louis was the one who snapped his fingers between their faces, causing them to turn around to answer.

“Three years.” Niall said dreamily, as he cupped his boyfriend’s cheeks. It was funny to Harry, how criminals were stereotyped. Niall and Liam were both gay, and both pretty airy fairy, yet here they were surrounded by hardened criminals, and the fact that they both had to have done a serious crime together to even be locked up here sent chills down Harry’s spine.

“We met in high school, but didn’t start dating til halfway through uni, I haven’t been able to keep my hands off him since.” Liam added, pressing his lips against Niall’s cheek, a soft, slow kiss pressed against his warm skin.
Harry nodded, blushing slightly at their homosexual contact. It’s not that he was homophobic, he just had never been exposed to many in his life, he had never seen them be so affectionate right in front of his eyes, it was both intriguing, and frightening, and he couldn’t keep himself from watching.

“That’s right baby” Niall cooed, kissing his cheek in return, Louis coughed awkwardly as if to remind the pair that they weren’t alone. Liam looked back at Harry with a smile. “Sorry, we don’t share a cell, we have to make the most of our time together.” He explained, causing Harry to piece it all together.
“Trust me, they make the most of it in the shower, go at it like rabbits until they are forced to go back to their rooms.” Zayn laughed, this was the first time Harry had seen a proper smile on Zayn’s face, it was the first time he had smiled directly at Harry and it made him nervous. To him Zayn was hard to please, he was the big scary one of the group, and his numerous tats didn’t change that at all.

When Harry and Louis were escorted back to their cell, Louis climbed straight back onto his bed, resting his feet up against the sheets. Harry watched him carefully, mystery filled his mind as he tried to guess what Louis was thinking. He had always felt as though Louis was a private fellow, always wanting to keep things to himself, and Harry wanted to know why.

“Why are you in here?” Harry asked quietly, as Louis poked his head around to face him. Louis shrugged as he leaned up against the back of his bed frame. Harry waited for what felt like forever before Louis finally opened his mouth.
“I assaulted a few guys, I guess after the last one they were sick of me and sent me here.” He said humbly, like he had gotten something off of his chest. Harry nodded, it didn’t sound too bad, he had been expecting something more serious, but he was wrong to think that, too quick to judge as Louis opened his mouth once more. “I was drunk, this cop was hitting on my girlfriend and I snapped, beat him to a pulp. I didn’t know he was a cop at the time, but you know how this society works, crimes against police are the ones they take most seriously.”

Harry felt bad for Louis, he probably just had a bad temper, he probably just had too many drinks and yet here he was paying for his mistake just because his victim was a cop? It didn’t seem fair at all. Sure maybe he did deserve a punishment but probably not as severe. Louis noticed that expression on his face and he started laughing. “I don’t need you feeling sorry for me kid, I am a big boy remember?” Harry nodded in embarrassment, avoiding his glance as best he could.

“Right, well if you don’t mind. I’m going to take a nap.” He informed him as he laid back against the pillows humming softly as he tried to make himself comfortable. Harry soon lost interest in the man, opting to try his luck at sleeping as well.