Stolen?

"What do you mean stolen?" I repeat for the hundredth time from the back of the police cruiser.

"Hello? Anyone want to answer me?" I annoying say. The two scum bag officers are ignoring me and actually treating me like a criminal when I know for fact it's not stolen.. Well I mean I know I didn't steal it. But if I didn't.. then Harry did? No impossible. Why would he? I mean he doesn't need to steal anything.. For obvious reasons.

We arrive to the station and I watch the cops place my necklace in a little baggie and hear them talk about how expensive it is and what they would do if they had that kind of money. I then watch one cop fill out paper work while I sit in this cold cell in my pink pajama shorts and black tank top. I look to my left and notice I'm sharing a cell with two men. One of them looking old enough to be my father the other possibly in his late twenties early thirties with tattoos all over his skin.

"Look here daddy's little girl got put in jail." The young guy with tattoos speaks while walking towards me.

"Excuse me?" I scoff.

"What are you not daddy's girl?" He smirks. "Or are you looking for a daddy." he winks.

"Oh fuck off." I scoff again.

"Oh come on I'm just messing with you." he laughs. I glare at him cause clearly I'm not in the fucking mood.

"I'm Clay."

"And I don't care." I roll my eyes.

"Damn. What got your panties in a twist?"

"You know what. I don't need some fucking low life perv who is locked up in the cell to tell me that my panties are in a twist. You don't want to deal with me so I suggest you go back over to the fucking corner of the cell and rot for all I care." I viciously spat at this jerk.

"Okay princess, but I hate to break it to you.. but you're also locked up in this cell. So what does that make you? A low life bitch?." Clay laughs.

"Listen here pal, tonight was suppose to be my fucking night. I was suppose to go out to eat with my very hot fucking boyfriend but his ex ruined that for me. And on top of that he left me alone in our hotel room to get drunk off his ass and get into a fight. Then not to mention he was gone for nearly four hours leaving me awake worried. When he finally returned and passed out the fucking cops came and accused me of something I know I didn't do. So yes I'm a fucking bitch running on zero hours of sleep so please, shut the fuck up."

Clay stands in front of me with a fucking smirk on his face and its pissing me the fuck off. I just want to leave.

"Bellows you get your phone call now."

Thank God.

Shit. I can't call my parents they're on the other side of the fucking country.

I dial Harry's number praying he'll pick up. After all he got me into this mess by stealing a fucking necklace.

"Come on pick up." I mumble to myself after a few rings.

"Hello.." He sleepily answers.

"Oh my god Harry."

"What? Rion. What the hell, Where are you?"

"The police station." I try to keep my cool because I don't need my anger to take over or I'll start flipping shit.

"What why??!" He yells into my ear. If he wasn't completely sober and awake before he sure is now. It's been two hours and sleeping it off definitely helped contribute to him getting sober.

"I'll explain later but hey can you like come get me." I nervously ask. I don't know why I'm nervous, it's his fault.

"Yeah sure thing babe I'm already at the front desk and they're calling me an Uber as we speak."

"Thank you." I sigh in relief. "I gotta go but please be quick."

"I love you." He spoke into the phone.

"Yeah. You better." Is all I say before hanging up.

I get escorted back to the cell and take a seat on the bench far away from Clay and the older looking guy. I close my eyes to try and maybe get some sleep.

"Oh my god that's it!" A screechy voice squeals.

I recognize that voice anywhere. Opening my eyes I see the one and only Tessa. What the hell is she doing here. And why the hell is she wearing that skin tight blue dress with hooker heals in the fucking morning. I squint my eyes to reveal her holding the necklace.

What?

Why would Harry take it from her? No, no don't just assume that. This has to be part of Tessa's games.

"Did you catch the bitch who stole it."

"She's right behind you." The officer laughs clearly being so infatuated with Tessa and her fabulous bust. Tess turned her head and stares right at me.

"Good. it's where she belongs."

I scoff.

Fuck her. She belongs in a fucking mental institute. If we weren't in a police station and I was behind these bars I'd fuck her up. Now that Harry knows.. Harry.. oh no oh no. Tessa needs to leave before he gets here. Now that he knows what she has and what she's done, who knows what will happen.

Wow God must hate

me today. The thing I did not want to happen.. happened.

Harry walks in strutting his familiar black jeans brown boots and flamingo shirt. Glad to see he got dressed properly.

"Tessa? What in the hell are you doing here?" He yells.

"Oh shits about to go down with your pop star boyfriend and that sexy hooker." Clay says taking the place next to me holding on to the bars. I'm not even sure if calling Tessa a 'sexy hooker' is an actual compliment.

"You're little obsessive girlfriend stole MY necklace that YOU gave me." she literally spits in his face. Harry looks at her with disgust and wipes his cheek.

"First of all Tess you're fucking insane I asked for that necklace back and you willingly gave it to me."

Wait.. he gave me a necklace he bought her.

She scoffs and walks past him then stops and stares at me. She takes the necklace in her hands ripping it off her neck and throwing it in the garbage next to her.

I'm speechless.. My thoughts are speechless.. She went through all of that for what reason exactly?

Harry ran to the trash can and picked through it until finally finding the necklace. That stupid fucking necklace. I can't believe him.. He gave that to her and then had the audacity to give it to me. No fucking way. Not letting him get off easy on this one.

"Babe. Holy shit. Look at you being all bad ass and shit." He smiles poking my stomach through the bars.

"Shut up." I'm not in the mood for his stupid jokes.

"Woah babe I'm only kidding."

"Just get me out of here will you."

"Yeah alright." He worryingly says. Good he should be worried when I get out of here I'm gonna rip him a new one. I take a seat while I watch Harry fill out paper work for my release.

"Bellows, you're free to go."

Finally.

"Bye baby doll."

"And who the fuck are you.."

Fucking Clay. "Harry please don't start."

"No, princess let him."

"Don't call my girlfriend princess."

"Harry lets go." I whine tugging on his arm.

"Fine.."

"Bye sexy. Don't forget about your Daddy."

Seriously Clay shut the fuck up.

"Don't worry she never forgets who her daddy is when I pound my dick-"

"Enough!" I shout covering his mouth. "I'm too fucking tired to deal with this shit lets go."

Finally we made it back to the Uber where I can finally relax.

"Come here." Harry says.

I'm so frustrated with him and have so many questions but like I said I'm too fucking tired to deal with any of this shit. I lay my head on his lap and shut my eyes.

"Goodnight beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you." I hear Harry whisper as he left a kiss on my forehead.

Fuck off Harry.

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