Imagines

Jailbird: Part Two (h.s)

Sparrow's Pov
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The loud, shrill ringing of a bell is what wakes me the next morning. My eyebrows furrow in annoyance and I let out a small groan as I realize how hard my mattress had somehow gotten overnight and the fact that my upper body was shrouded in an almost uncomfortable warmth while my legs were absolutely freezing.

"Shut up already," I moan out, my eyes still groggily closed, somehow untangling myself from the odd blanket that wrapped around me like a boa constrictor as I sit up abruptly to figure out what the hell that annoying noise was.

Bad mistake.

I let out a shout of pain as my head smacks into a metal bar and I fall back onto the mattress that wasn't so hard anymore. I groan quietly to myself, rubbing my aching forehead, as I clench my eyes shut.

"How is it that you've just woken up and you're already hurting yourself? Clumsy, little bird." A deep, sexy rumble of a voice comes from beside me making my eyes snap open as I jerk away in fright, narrowly avoiding smacking my head onto the top of the bunk bed again. Looking down, I see that the thing that was keeping me warm was actually a who; a person who was currently looking up at me with a half concerned, half amused look in his vibrant green eyes.

That's when it all comes back to me.

The reason why my mattress was as hard as a cinder block was because I was in prison and my boa constrictor of a blanket was a notorious murderer and my lovely, new cell mate that had laid claim on me yesterday like I was the last bag of crisps on the table.

And they say chivalry is dead.

"Oh, good morning, Harry. Lovely day we are having, isn't it?" I wince, my voice pained as I feel a bump the size of a watermelon beginning to grow between my eyebrows. He says nothing but smiles sympathetically as he reaches up and gently caresses the skin around the bump that was growing by the second.

"WAKE UP, INMATES."

A booming voice of a guard suddenly comes from outside the cell along with him slamming his baton against the cell doors as he walks by, making me jump in fright once more and, with my luck, I slam the top of my head onto the metal bar of the bunk bed once again. "Oh, Jesus Christ! What the fuck!" I curse as I grasp the top of my head and fall over onto the mattress, burying my aching face into my pillow.

"Y'know, I was going to suggest that you sleep on the top bunk from now on but now I'm afraid you'll just fall off and kill yourself," Harry chuckles as I feel him rub my back for a moment before he begins to climb out of bed.

Rolling my eyes, I grumble to myself as I somehow will the ebbing, aching feeling away. Hearing a rustling noise and then the sound of water, I furrow my eyebrows and pick my head up from the pillow only to be met with a horrific sight.

Without any warning, Harry had decided to relieve himself in tiny, metal bowl in the corner of the room, which just so happened to give me the most perfect view of something I had only seen before on accident as I scrolled through my tumblr late at night; his penis.

And, from my little bit of knowledge, it was a pretty damn good one at that.

"Harry!!" I screech in horror as I cover my innocent, virgin eyes, my cheeks blazing hot, and he has the nerve to laugh at me as I hear him flush before he shuffles around and pulls up his underwear and pants. "A little warning next time before I go blind!"

He scoffs and turns on the sink to wash his hands as I slowly peek out from between my fingers. "I'm sorry, princess," he says mockingly as he grabs his toothbrush. "I thought the gentle tricking of my piss hitting the water was enough warning for your little bird brain to comprehend that maybe my dick was out of my pants. Don't worry though. Next time I'll give full warning next time I want to piss in my own cell."