Let Me Love You

A Night With Styles

   Hello everyone! Monday it's my birthday, so this will be the last chapter I'll upload this week. The next one will be up probably on Tuesday or Wednesday. I want to dedicate this story to TripleD, because I love 'One Demon' :) She's such an amazing writer, check her stories out! Please vote and comment! - Mariana x.  BTW, Happy Birthday Niall!                                                                

                                         Chapter Eleven:

                                       A Night With Styles

 The cops took us to the station. Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis, Harry, and I, were completely scared about what was going to happen next.

“What if they enclose us with the insane?” Liam nervously assumed

“It’s not an asylum, Liam” Zayn joked “The worst thing could happen is not having berths.”

Taking a deep breath “Yeah, it is true…we should keep calm in this type of…” shouting “Abnormal situations!” everyone laughed

The chief of the police got closer to us “So, you are the British boys on town, right? The ones whom had been causing all the latest scandals.”

“Yeh, well…I’m actually Irish” Niall grinned

“I don’t care” he choked “Want my advice? Do not go out of your cell” we turned to see each other in concern, he then added “Just in case the other four men are in the same section…you know…we don’t want any deaths tonight” our mouths fell open “Kidding children…anyhow, Miss…” flipping a page in his clipboard “Thompson, am I correct?”

“Positive, Sr.” I said

“You going to the female section, please follow The General”

I turned to Harry, his eyes wide open “No!” he grinned and grabbed my hand tighter “She won’t go anywhere alone.”

“I’m not asking you, Mr.…” he did the same thing with his clipboard “Styles. I’m sorry if you wanted to spend the night with her but that is not going to happen in my station.”

“It’s not the, ‘spending the night’ thingy which bothers me! I-I just…I need to take care of her! We’re in jail!”

“That’s what cells are for Mr. Styles…please let go from Miss Thompson so she gets to her cell.”

Harry met my gaze and I smiled “Its okay Harry, I’ll be fine…is just a few hours,” he finally let go from my hand and I started following The General. We walked through a long, dark, hallway, and then exited through a huge rusty-metal door.  When the door was opened, the sunlight started burning my eyes. It felt like if I’d been in a cave for over a year and suddenly decided to go out. “This is where the prisoners have their breaks…if you ever come back here, this will be your favorite place” The General admitted. Most of the prisoners stared at us, especially to me. It was starting to bother me, when through the speakers, the voice of the chief said “Time to go back to your cells.” Everyone started walking to the same rusty door we walked out a minute ago. I returned my stare to the front, and saw another door. This one…not so rusty, though. We entered as another dark hallway appeared. Why don’t they have any light bulbs? Hadn’t they heard that Thomas Alva Edison invented those 130 years ago!? We arrived into a small office; the cop got in and after a minute walked out with an orange dungaree.     

“Here you have,” handing it to me

“Thank you” I grabbed it and looked at the floor

“Heads up and put it on!” he shouted