Ive never been in jail
Toxic thoughts were running through my head in the most unfortunate of places; a police station. I shuddered, resting my temple against the cold, solid wall.
"Harry, are you there? Can you hear me?"
A disgruntled groan left my dry lips as I tiredly brought the dangling telephone back to my ear. "Yeah, I'm here."
Harley's late night thoughts were the last thing I wanted to here right now, considering I was spending the night in a cell with Clyde, as if things couldn't get worse.
"Good, because I have a lot to say."
I closed my eyes and whimpered at the thought of her somewhat angry at me. "Harley, listen-"
"No, you listen! Everything would have been fine if you and Clyde just kept your fists to yourselves. Why are you so dumb, Harry? God, I hate you so much-"
I hung up.
At that moment my heart stopped and I realised that I should not have done that. Fuck, oh shit. She was going to kill me.
I was just exhausted, and she was making things worse. I cared for this girl too much, but she was too much.
I immediately went to redial her number, my heart racing in nervousness as I hoped she was sane enough to forgive my terrible mistake. There was nothing worse than an angry Welsh. They get so... temperamental. And they use words... words that I don't understand.
She answered within seconds. "Harley-"
"You have a fucking nerve-"
"I'm so sorry."
"You think you're a big boy, hanging up on me? I'm from the valleys, you don't disrespect people like me." She panted in fury. This was what she was talking about... Her fatal flaw. Her bad temper was what she always warned me about. She's shown me snippets in the past, but I think this is what she's made me been bewared of.
"I'm so sorry," I repeated. "I'm such an asshole. I'm not a big boy, nowhere near. You have every right to be mad at me... But please, don't scream-"
"Don't tell me what to do, you criminal! You're so fucking reckless, you're a joke. How the hell could you do this? As if things weren't bad enough. Ugh... You know what? I'm gonna go before I get mad." She heavily scoffed, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in both confusion and sorrow.
"Baby, don't go."
"Don't you 'baby' me. What, you think you can pull some sweet talk and I'll let you into bed tonight? Think again."
"I don't think I'll be home tonight. They're not telling me anything." I whined miserably at the thought of spending the night in jail.
"Good, you'll learn your lesson," She snarled. "And even if you were home, you wouldn't be in bed with me anyway."
"And why is that?"
"Because I happen to be having a sleepover." She answered bluntly.
"With Amber?" I asked in dismay and slight confusion.
"Yeah, I had it planned for days. It was supposed to be for your entertainment, we were going to let you watch us make out because I thought that I was too boring for you, I wanted to give you a treat or something. But now you just had to get arrested." She explained in both disappointment and sorrow as I felt my world collapse around me and implode my insides.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.