Chances. (Lirry/Narry)

"Is it true you had illegal drugs on you?" The man asks, watching my every move.
"Yes..." I mumble, trying to hide my shaking.
"Are they yours?" His deep voice gives me shivers.
"No." I gulp loudly.
"Whose are they, then?" The man's voice grows louder, showing disbelief.
"I don't know." I mumble as my shaking begins to worsen.
"Mr. Styles, are you saying that the drugs are not yours, and you did not know you had possession of them?" The man questions, staring directly into my eyes.
I keep eye contact, and tell him without hesitating. "Yes, the drugs are not mine, and I did not know I had possession of the drugs."
The man lets out a sigh, and admits, "Mr. Styles, we have no evidence that the drugs are not yours, and we do not have any evidence that they are. I do not believe any further investigations would be necessary for this case. In other words, you are free to go."
I sigh, and hide my face with my hands. "Thank you." I cry to myself.
"You just got lucky..." The man mumbles loud enough for me to hear. I uncover my face, and let out a big sigh. "Case dismissed." The judge says before he hits his gavel.
Thank the Lord.
I get up from my seat as I watch two guards approach me. The one grabs onto my arm, and walks me out of the courthouse and to the prison next door. They walk me to my cell to get the few things I've collected over the month I've been here. I quickly get my things, and follow the two guards to a desk. The one uncuffs my hands while the other hands me a clipboard with a piece of paper on it. I quickly sign the release, and exit the prison.
Another chance worth taking.
I walk out of the prison with a smile on my face, which hasn't happened in a long time. I let out the tears that I've tried to hold back through this journey, words cannot express what I'm feeling. I try to stop myself as I near the familiar building, and quickly wipe away the ones that remain on my cheeks. I suddenly get this strange feeling that someone is following me before I quickly turn around to check. I find a car innocently driving past me, but find no one actually following me. I turn back around as I enter the familiar building, hurriedly running up the stairs to the correct floor. I anxiously stand in front of the door, regretting my decision of knocking on the door.
"Layla slapped the guy in the face, not a nice way of breaking up with someone, but it's Layla so-"
"Hey, Harry." Someone says from behind me. I turn around finding Luke with some boy I've never saw before. "You haven't been at school in a while, are you okay?" Luke asks, trying to sound like he cares about my existence.
"I'm fine." I mumble irritated with him.
"I was just making sure, see you later." He smiles at me before leaving the floor with a blonde-haired boy.
I hate him.
"I'm sorry I was- Harry?" Liam lets out, causing me to turn the other direction.
"Hi, Liam." I smile at him innocently.
"I thought you were in jail-"
"Not anymore." I say with a big smile, quickly pushing myself into the apartment.
"What happened?" He closes the door behind me.
I gently lie myself on the couch, and let out a loud sigh. "I was released." I watch as Liam sits down on the couch beside my feet.
"I'm surprised they did considering this isn't your first offense." Liam teases.
I roll my eyes at him jokingly. "I hope you don't mind me staying here for a bit, I need somewhere to live until I can afford my own place."
"You could stay in a box out on the streets." Liam suggests.
I shake my head in disagreement. "I can't even fit in a box, it would probably only cover my left foot."
"True...You can stay here as long as you need, I don't mind. I just need you to help me take care of Mikey. After all-"
"I will, Liam." I interrupt him.
"The only problem is that this apartment only has two bedrooms, so where do you want to sleep?" Liam asks giving me an option. "You can sleep in Mikey's room, my room, the couch, or even the floor. We've got some good variety, I tell yah." He teases.
"I'll take your bed, I did just get released from prison so..." I trail off, hoping he wouldn't mind.
"I'm going to sleep on the couch-"
"With me, you're going to sleep with me." I wink at him.
He nods his head slowly, and says, "Or that could work."
I try to sit up so I could hug him. "Thank you, Liam." I whisper while I pull Liam in for a hug. He holds onto me, and rests his head on my shoulder.

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