#also i am a white bitch from england so i was too scared to add too much spice LMAO

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Jailbird

Sparrow’s POV

“Walk faster, inmate. We don’t have all day,” I flinch as the loud guard shouts in my ear and I frantically begin to shuffle my chained feet faster down the aisle of the bus. Finding an empty seat in the very back and away from the harsh, rude officers, I somehow sit down and wince as the cuffs dig into my sensitive skin.

The bus rumbles and backfires a few times before it finally starts and begins to roll away from the courthouse where I was just convicted of a crime I didn’t commit. It was awful and heinous what they accused me of and my heart aches at the thought of it, a tear streaming down my cheek as I lay my forehead against the cool window.

Ever since I was little, I’ve had the worst luck, always in the worst place at the wrong time, and I just so happened to be the one to find my best friend dead in her bed room. I just so happened to pick up the bloody knife in horror as her parents walked in to see me covered in her blood after I tried to shake her awake. That was all the evidence they needed apparently.

That was six months ago and today, I received my final hearing and was charged with twenty-five years in prison for the murder of my best friend. The real kicker, another part of my horridly bad luck, was that there was no more room and funds to send me to the woman’s prison. So, currently, here I am, on the bus to the men’s correctional facility and I am terrified.

The bus ride is long, lonely, and all I’ve seen for the past twenty minutes is pure desert. No civilization in sight, cacti everywhere, and I’m pretty sure I saw an entire skeleton of some random animal about a mile back which really got my spirits up.

My eyes must have closed because the next thing I know, a guard is in my face and screaming for me to wake up. Jumping in fear, I wobble to a stand and let out a squeak of pain as he grips my arm tightly to stabilize me before shoving me forward. Ripping myself out of his grasp, I shuffle my feet quickly and the familiar sound of my chains rattling fills my ears and sends my stomach into a nauseous, swirling mess.

Exiting the bus, my entire body seems to be engulfed in sweat as the hot, desert sun beams down at me with a ridiculous amount of brightness. “Move it, inmate,” the guard who’s muscles are bigger than his head shoves my shoulder as I let out a gasp of pain.

“I’m moving, you hulk-like, freak of nature,” I grumble under my breath as I look up only to gasp again in shock. A huge faculty made of stone and cement towers high as a tall, electric fence surrounds it. Guard towers are at every corner and a shiver goes down my spine as I see their huge rifles and angry scowls.

What scares me even more is the prisoners who stop every thing they are doing to stare a hole through me like they’ve never seen a woman before. I gulp as I come to the realization that most of these men really haven’t seen a woman in years and I was probably going to become someone’s bitch or attacked on a daily basis.

Why is my life so horrible? What did I do to deserve this?

Entering the building, my lungs are already screaming for air that isn’t humid and dry as we make our way down the long corridors. Loud screams of obscenities and heavy, iron doors slamming shut cause me to jump in fear as the guard snickers to himself. If it wasn’t for the heavy, eye watering stench of body odor and testosterone, I would have given him a piece of my mind.

Entering a small room, it seems like a whirlwind as I am fingerprinted and my mugshot is taken before I am handed a bright orange jumpsuit that is definitely not my color or good for my figure - which I am thankful for because maybe it will keep some perverts off my back - and forced to change into it.

After, I have to fight back my tears as I am sexually groped and touched as they do a “body search” before they agree I am good to go to my cell. I am slightly relieved as they uncuff my feet and the sharp pinch of metal wasn’t against my ankles anymore and we begin another long walk down a corridor.

Coming to a large, white, metal door, I cringe as I hear the loud screams and yelling from behind it and it becomes even louder as the guard unlocks it and pulls it open. Men in their cells immediately set their eyes on me and begin to yell horrible things at me as I flinch and close my eyes tightly, allowing the guard to lead me to the end of the row of cells.

Unlocking the cell door, the guard shoves me in before he demands to see my wrists. Uncuffing me, I rub my sore wrists as I look around at the tall bunk beds, the toilet in the corner of room, and a small stack of books in the corner. What my eyes seem to focus on the most is the man, sleeping in the top bunk, unaware of my presence.

“Styles, wake the fuck up! Meet your new cell mate,” the guard snickers to himself, a sound I was beginning to loathe, as he walks out and slams the cell door behind him, leaving me alone with this man named Styles.

I’m sure I looked like a frightened animal, backed up and shaking in the corner, as the man let out a growl of anger and started to sit up from his sleep. I watch with wide eyes as he jumps down from the top bunk and lands in front of me.

Holy shit.

One of the most beautiful men I have ever seen stands in front of me with a cocky, mischievous smirk on his face. Looking me over, he runs his hand through his short hair that was beginning to curl at the edges and around his ears, giving him an innocent, cute look if he wasn’t, y'know, in prison. His eyes were as viridescent as leaves in spring, sparkling like emeralds. His lips looked like the soft petals of a baby pink English rose. I also couldn’t help but stare at the deep dimple imbedded in his cheek as his smirked devilishly at me.

Devil. That seems right. This boy is pure sin.

“Hmm,” he hums, reaching up and moving a strand of my hand out of my face as I try not to flinch too harshly. “I knew we were getting a girl. Didn’t know she’d look like this.”

My eyebrows furrow as I try to figure out if that was a compliment or an insult, but the other thing that got me what his thick, English accent  mixed with his morning voice that made me a bit weak in the knees.

“What’s your name, pretty girl?” He asks with another smirk as he lifts his arm and rests it on the wall above my head, cornering me even further.

I guess the previous comment was a compliment?

“S-Sparrow. Sparrow Matthews, ” I whisper quietly, looking down at my feet and trying not to swoon at the sight of his piercing eyes looking into mine.

Swoon? He is a criminal, Sparrow. Get yourself together.

He hums again, his eyes scanning my face as he bites onto his lower lip. “A little jailbird… What are you in for? Shoplift a Gucci purse at the mall because Daddy didn’t give you the money?” He mocks me, laughing lightly and while it was a wonderful sound, I didn’t like how he automatically thought I was some spoiled, rich, stereotypical girl.

“Murder,” he looks stunned for a moment at my confession before pride and amusement fill his eyes. “But I didn’t do it.” I add quietly, looking down and picking at my nails.

“Nobody is innocent,” he says with a humorless chuckle. “Aren’t you going to ask me what I did? Aren’t you curious on who you are going to be spending your nights with for the next, what, fifteen to twenty years, give or take?” His voice was like syrup, trickling through my veins. So sticky and sweet.

“What are you in for?” I ask softly, still uncomfortable at his closeness. His arm was still above my head and I could smell his shower gel that smelt of pine along with the sweet natural scent of musk from his body. It was intoxicating, honestly.

This is not good. Why did I have to never have sex before I got thrown into prison? Now here I am, having sexual thoughts about my cell mate who is probably a homicidal maniac.

“Murder,” he shrugs carelessly before continuing as I stare wide eyed. “Robbery, stalking, kidnapping, gang affiliation, drug possessing, the selling of drug paraphernalia, resisting arrest, deadly weapon, there’s was that one time when I ran over that cop with my car so I’m not sure if that charge was with resisting arrest or vehicular homicide,” he continues on and on as I try not to choke on my own spit. “Oh, and, unlike you, I did do it.” He says wickedly with that stupid, devilishly handsome smirk.

“Wow…” I cough slightly, hiding my gulp of fear. “You really, uh, aimed high and had your plate full, didn’t you? Bet you got a gold star on the criminal leaderboard, huh?” My horrible awkwardness kicks in and he stares at me blankly for a moment. In that moment, I close my eyes and wince as I wait for him to smack me across the face, but I am shocked when he starts laughing.

“You’re funny,” he says simply, licking his lips before he shows off his beautiful, crooked grin, staring deep into my soul.

That’s when I realize just how close he is and begin to wiggle my way out from under him. “So what’s your name? I seem to know all of your lifetime feats but I still don’t know who you are,” I sit on my bunk bed, trying not to make a face as I realize it is harder than a cinder block. Oh, great. I see many sleepless nights and back aches in my future.

“Harry,” I nod, thinking the name suited him,  as he leans against the wall and crosses his arms with that smirk, as if waiting for my reaction. “Harry Styles.”

I stiffen, my eyes widening a bit, as my blood seems to run cold. Harry Styles is a name that everyone in the country knows. For years, he brought fear and horror as he ran the largest gang in the England before he brought his terror to the States. He killed anyone who wronged him and got in his way and the streets were rampant with crimes, filled with his men doing his bidding for him.

No one knew where he was or what he looked like for years. He was like a ghost, one minute he was there and the next he had disappeared and left devastation in his wake. Until late last year, one of his men turned on him and released information to the police on where he was. He was arrested and taken into custody, but no one knew which prison. Most suspected he was dead, but here he is. Right in front of me, very much alive.

And, I get to share a cell with him. Once again, how amazing is my luck?

“Oh,” I finally spit out, blinking several times to wipe away the daze in them as I stare up at him. “Y-you’re… You’re a lot taller than I expected.”

Face palm. Why the hell am I allowed to talk to other humans?

He stares at me for another few moments before he starts to laugh again. “You’re an interesting, little bird, aren’t you? Haven’t met anyone like you in years. You barely reacted when I told you my name. You’re funny, nice, kind, pretty, and you smell great… I like you.” He says, making me feel some, sort of, relief.

Harry Styles, mass murderer and the man that was once at the top of America’s Most Wanted, likes me. What kind of person does that make me? Oh, well. As long as I’m not the next on his chopping block, I’m good.

“You’re mine now.” He says simply, in a no bullshit tone, as I choke on air, gaping up at him like a fish out of water.

“Excuse me?” I cough out as he stares a hole through me, his eyes becoming more piercing as he glares.

“I said you’re mine now, little bird. Do you have a problem with that?” His voice was harsh, yet mocking as I try not to shake with fear. “You need someone to keep you safe and I need someone to care for, if you will.”

“I haven’t even been here over two hours! W-We barely know each other! I could be crazy! Loco in the head! I could like to do weird shit, like stab people during sex! You don’t know me! I’m in prison, for goodness sake!” I ramble out in a panic because even though he is hotter than hell itself, doesn’t mean I want to be Harry Styles’ bitch for the rest of my days.

He laughs loudly at this, as if I’m the funniest human on the planet. “You’re a virgin. I can sniff you girls out from a mile away,” I frown at this, sniffing myself lightly. Do I smell? Can you smell a virginity? What? Is it that obvious? That’s depressing. “Besides, you can’t be any more crazy than me.”

“Buddy, listen, you don’t want me! You’re right! I’m an innocent! No experience whatsoever! What even is a penis? I’ve never seen one! Are they real? Who knows-”

“I can gladly show you one,” He smiles wickedly as he starts to untie the drawstring on  his orange sweats and I let out a shout of panic, stopping him.

“I’m okay being in the dark! I don’t have to see it!” I laugh nervously as he stares at me with some sort or adoring/amused look in his eyes.

“I’m going to have to piss eventually, darling,” he shrugs as I shake my head, trying to hide my panic. It probably isn’t going so well. I wonder if he can sniff that out too? He’s like a damn werewolf, all possessive, growly, and what a sniffer he has. Plus, he’s like supernaturally sexy. Definitely a werewolf.

“We will cross that bridge when we get there. But, seriously, you don’t want me! I’m sure I’m nothing like all those girls you’ve had in your bed. I won’t be able to keep up! Plus, I’m sure you’re into some kinky stuff and you are talking to the most boring human on earth, mister. So, in conclusion, I’m not letting you sink your teeth into me, big boy! Glad we could have this discussion. G-Great talk!” My voice is cracky and nervous as he just laughs at me now wholeheartedly.

Before he can speak, a loud bell rings and scared the hell out of me. “It’s time for lunch,” The cell doors slam open and he steps out, standing in the doorway and just stares at me with that stupid smirk. Standing shakily, I peek out to see all the terrifying men walking out freely, a few of them eyeing me like creeps.

“Sure you don’t want to be mine? I can keep you safe, little bird. I promise I won’t even clip your wings. Scout’s honor. All I ask in return is someone soft,” he leans in closer, his hot, minty breath from the gum he’s chewing hits my face, as he trails his finger down my neck and moves my hair out of the way, sending a shiver down my spine. “Warm,” he leans in closer, his lips parting slightly as I tremble.

“And kissable,” I almost hit the floor as his wet, soft lips press against the throbbing vein in my neck and I let out a small squeak, gripping onto his white tank top that showed off his delicious muscles brilliantly. He catches me as my knees buckle, his tongue licking a small stripe up my neck before he bites down slightly, making every horny thought I’ve ever had enter my brain at once. “To hold at night…. I get quite lonely, little Sparrow.”

“Oh, God,” I whimper out as he places another kiss on the mark that I’m sure is on my neck. His voice saying my name made it even worse.

Hey! I can feel you judging me! What can I say? I am a weak, sad virgin who has no self control and also has Harry Styles kissing on my neck. If anyone can help defend me an scare off the heathens in here, it’s got to be him! Can you blame me at all for considering this?

Plus, he’s crazy! He has murdered more people than I can imagine and it’s probably best that I not piss him off, especially since I am in such close quarters with that man. He could smother me in the night with my own pillow if he wanted!

“Wait, wait, wait,” I somehow push him away from me and try not to pay attention to the lustful look in his eyes and his beautiful, swollen lips from kissing on my neck. “Let’s put a pause on this, okay? This is me putting this on pause,” I poke his chest lightly as he looks down at my finger before looking back up at me with a devilish smile as he nods in amusement.

“Since you seem very… determined and I am very terrified of walking into that cafeteria by myself, I will give you a… test run. Yes, that’s right. A test run to see how you do before I agree to anything of the notion of belonging to anyone because I am not an object to be owned by someone no matter how delicious that person may be,” I trail off awkwardly as he lets out a chuckle, wrapping his arm around my shoulder possessively, pulling me closer to him, and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Oh, little bird, it’s so cute that you think you have a choice.”

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Walking into the cafeteria under Harry Styles’ arm was not how I expected my first day in prison to go. “Over there is where we will sit everyday for lunch,” he points to a table in the back where four other boys sat, eying us curiously. I nod, looking away shyly from their gaze, as we continue walking.

“What the fuck are you looking at, huh?” Harry suddenly barks in a man’s face, making me jump at the sudden yelling and change of character. This is the Harry Styles that everyone is scared of. The man, who had been staring at me lustfully since we walked in, looks terrified as he shakes his head quickly. “Keep your eyes to your damn self and don’t look at her again, nosy fucker, unless you want me to rip them out of your fucking head.”

By now, everyone was staring in curiosity and when Harry looks up and gives them a glare that makes my blood run cold, they all look away in fright. “That goes to all of you motherfuckers too. She’s mine. If I catch you breathing near her, thinking of her, looking at her, or worse, touching her. You’re going to wish your mother and father never fucked and gave birth to you. Am I understood?”

Seeing them all nod in fear and the guards do nothing to reign him in, I realize Harry Styles is the one in charge here.

Getting in line for the food, Harry is surprisingly a gentleman and helps carry my tray for me. We receive beef steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, the choice of green beans or a vegetable medley, a roll, and a jello cup. It was surprisingly a decent meal.

Seeing me eyeing the jello cup, as I do indeed enjoy a good cup of jello, Harry turns back to the woman serving the food. “I need another jello cup.” The woman hesitates, probably because we aren’t allowed extra. “Now.” He snaps, making her let out a squeak of fear as she hands him the jello.

“Here you are, my little bird,” he smiles at me kindly, placing it on my tray as I smile awkwardly. Now his pronouns are even becoming possessive. Great. I really don’t think I thought this through. “Follow me.”

I follow him to the back table where the four boys say talking amongst themselves. They become quiet as Harry places our trays down and as I go to sit in the seat next to him, I squeal quietly as he grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap instead.

I try to move back, not very comfortable with this position, but I freeze as his mouth comes close to my ear and he whispers warningly. “Stop trying to fly away, little Sparrow. You don’t want me to clip those wings, do you?”

After this, I try not to move much as I quietly begin to eat my food, his arm tightly around my waist.

“Going to introduce us to your new friend, Harry?” A bright blued eyed, brunette boy chirps, amusement in his tone as he eyes the two of us.

“Sparrow, these are my mates. Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Liam. Boys, this is my new cell mate and little bird, Sparrow. Isn’t she pretty?” Harry hums, looking up at me fondly as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I try not to blush.

“Very… So when is she going to become our little bird?” A man with jet black hair and brown eyes, Zayn, speaks as I squirm awkwardly. Feeling Harry’s arm becoming tighter around my waist, I look down and my eyes widen as I see him fuming with anger as he glares a hole through the man.

“Never. You are not to touch her ever, am I clear? The second you lay a finger on her is the second I will cut said finger off. She’s mine. I claimed her the minute she walked in and she will stay mine. I will be happy to knock your teeth out, Zayn, if you want to challenge me on the subject,” Harry smiles mockingly as he bites into his roll, his eyes never leaving Zayn’s now wide and frightened ones.

“Damn, I was just asking. Didn’t have to get all mean and shit,” Zayn grumbles to himself as he stuffs his mouth full of potatoes and looks anywhere but Harry and I.

“So what do we do after this?” I ask quietly as I scarf down my food like a rabid animal as I hadn’t eaten all day and my nerves were finally recovering from being shot from being in court all day and, you know, going to prison.

Looking up at me, Harry chuckles before he leans up and uses his thumb to wipe off a spot of gravy from the corner of my lip before sucking it off his finger. My cheeks flush at this and I become hot, barely hearing anything he says afterwards.

“After dinner, we have free time for two hours where we got to this big room full of couches, a ping pong table, a television from like the seventies, some crayons and sketch pads. Stuff to get our minds off the fact that we’re in fucking prison. Some use the time to call their family or take naps, that sort of thing. After that, we go shower for an hour. Then, if you’re required you go to group therapy or you go to your cell and get ready for bed. Then, we wake up at the crack of dawn, eat breakfast, shower, go to our designated jobs for about five hours, then lunch, then yard time where we can see the damn sunlight for a few hours a day, then we chill in our cells for a bit, then dinner at six, and you know the rest.”

Taking in all the information, I nod and try not to become overwhelmed with sadness that this is now my life. “Well,” I make sure to swallow my bite of beef steak before continuing. “Where do I shower? I’m a girl and this is a boy’s prison,” I ask as the boys all stiffen and look at each other as if realizing they might have a chance to see some breasts if they’re lucky.

Harry scoffs at the fours boys actions. “Try not to act like prepubescent teenagers that have never seen a pair of breasts. I’ll watch over you, Sparrow, as you shower. Make sure no one tries to pull a move on you.”

I nod, thanking him quietly, before we all begin to eat in silence. Soon, lunch ends and we are all directed to a big room, identical to the one Harry described, for free time.

“I normally go sit on the couch and relax, but do you need to call anyone? Let your parents know you’re okay?” Harry asks as I shake my head.

“My parents told me they want nothing to do with me after I was arrested. I don’t really think they’ll appreciate a call from me now that they are finally rid of me,” I frown, feeling myself begin to well up with tears as I look down at my shoes.

“Hey,” Harry thumbs my chin, making my look up at him and I’m surprised to see sympathy in his eyes. Who knew the mass murderer is capable of emotion? “You don’t need your piece of shit parents, especially after they threw you to the curb when the times got tough. You’ve got me now, little bird. Don’t you worry,” he surprises me by placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Now follow me,” he ruins the moment completely by slapping my ass harshly, making me squeal in pain, as he walks ahead of me to the couches.

“Totally uncalled for!” I grumble, rubbing my sore cheek in pain and stumbling to follow him.

“Hey, pretty girl, you look like you need some help rubbing that tight, little ass of yours.” A man with a terrifying smirk on his face suddenly stands in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. My eyes widen as I shake my head frantically, trying to push past him and look over his shoulder to find Harry.

“Where are you going? I’m just trying to help,” he suddenly reaches down and is grabbing my butt in his palms as I let out a scream, jerking away from him as tears blur my vision.

“Don’t touch me, you creep!” I shout just as I see a fist colliding with the man’s face before he hits the ground. Gasping in shock, I stumble back as I watch Harry start to mercilessly beat this man’s face to a bloody pulp.

“I told you not to fucking touch her! I told you, you son of a bitch,” he spits in anger just the guards actually do something and pull him off of the man.

“You just earned yourself a shot, Styles, and no more free time for you. Go shower then to your cells, inmates,” I’m in shock as the guards grab me as well in their tight grip and begin to pull us away.

Harry is still seething with anger and I sniffle, trying to contain my tears of fright, as they drag us down the hall and to, I’m guessing, the shower room. Shoving us into the room, they block the door so we can’t leave and no one can come in. “Wash up and fast,” they hand us our shower caddies before shoving us forward again.

Harry growls under his breath at the shoving and mishandling before grabbing my hand and starting to drag me to the showers.

“I told the warden having a girl here would cause problems and now look, we have extra duties having to make sure the princess doesn’t get attacked or sexually assaulted.” I frown as I hear the guards talk about me as Harry turns on two showers.

“Ignore them, Sparrow. They’re assholes that don’t give a shit about any of us. Now, shower quickly so we can get back to the cell and I can get some damn sleep,” he sighs as I notice his knuckles bleeding from beating that man.

Gently grabbing his hands, I softly rub my thumb over his wounds as he lets out a small hiss of pain. “Thank you… For helping me,” I whisper, looking up at him from under my lashes. He earned my trust tonight.

His hard scowl softens as he sees my teary eyes and he lets out a sigh as he smiles gently. “I told you that I’d protect you if you belonged to me. Hopefully, I passed your little test run. Besides,” his normal smirk comes back full force. “I’m the one that smacked your ass in the first place so it’s the least I could do. It’s quite nice, by the way. Wouldn’t mind having another handful of it again in the near future.”

I roll my eyes playfully as he lets out a loud laugh and climb into the shower, pulling the curtain and standing out of the way of the water as I strip quickly. I am pleasantly surprised that Harry doesn’t even try to pull a move on me.

My shower is quick but I appreciate every second of the warm, steamy water relaxing my muscles and migraine as I bathe in the shower gel Harry hands me over the wall since I didn’t have any yet. I couldn’t help but inhale deeply as I rubs the suds into my skin, loving the scent of the criminal that was actually kind and cared enough to protect me. 

Finally, we finish and change back into new clothes before we are escorted back to our cell. It was odd walking down the corridor of cells without hearing the curses and screams of the loud, obnoxious men but I welcomed it with open arms.

The guards shove us into the cell and once again, I can’t help but flinch as they slam the heavy, iron door shut. That sound was definitely going to haunt my dreams tonight. “No funny business, Styles,” One guard warns Harry, earning a roll of the eyes from him, before they walk away.

“C'mon, little bird. Let’s get you to bed. You’ve have a long day, haven’t you?” His voice is shockingly soft and gentle as he ushers me over to my bottom bunk. Laying down, he helps tuck me in under the paper thin blanket before he tucks my wet hair behind my ears, staring down at me with what looks like an adoring gaze.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask quietly, nibbling on the hang nail on my index finger nervously. He sighs at this, running his fingers through my hair once more and untangling it by himself as I couldn’t afford a brush yet.

“There’s something about you that screams innocence and that you need protecting. I may be a murderer and a criminal, but I’m not a man that condones sexual assault and lets myself sit there when someone, especially a pretty little bird like you, is getting attacked. Plus, you remind me of someone I once loved and I didn’t have a chance to protect her, so… Maybe you’re my second chance.”

I stare at him with wide, doe eyes, surprised he opened up to me at all, as he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, his gaze becoming hard like stone again. “Get some rest. You need it,” he begins to stand and I barely think as I wrap my tiny hand around his wrist, stopping him.

“W-Wait,” I mumble as he looks down at me with raised eyebrows. “I-It’s cold in here and I’m already shivering… A-and we both have these horrid excuses for blankets…” I trail off as he begins to smirk devilishly again.

“Miss. Matthews? Are you inviting me into your bed? But we’ve only just met!” He says in a dramatic tone as I let out a giggle and playfully roll my eyes.

“Lay down before I change my mind.” He smiles, stripping out of his tank top before he climbs into the small bunk with me, his warmth instantly making me stop shivering. His muscular, big arms wrap around my waist and he allows me to rest my head on his chest as his hand plays with the ends of my hair.

His slow, relaxed breathing almost lulls me to sleep when I hear him whisper. “Little bird?” I hum in acknowledgment. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think you murdered anyone.”

I smile softly, my cheek pressed against his bare skin. “Thank you… I’m actually happy I got stuck in this cell with you because you’re actually nice and I’m still trying to figure out if you’re a werewolf or not… I really wish people saw this side of you instead of thinking you’re some awful person incapable of feelings and mercy,” I mumble, rambling like always. I wince at my insensitive words, scared I could have made him upset before he lets out a low chuckle and kisses the top of my head.

“Go to sleep, my little jailbird. It’s a long day tomorrow.”

This is definitely not how I expected my first day in prison to go.