P.S. I Hate You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 44

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- Blue - 

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I was so close to drifting off into a sleep, when a guard had harshly banged his gun at the bars. 

My head shot up as I gasped, my eyes opening.

"Get up, you've been bailed out." He cocked his head.

"What?" I asked in shock, him smiling smugly. 

"Yeah, you've been bailed out. It's your lucky day."

"Oh my god." I whispered as I was lead out.

Thank god, no more baggy clothes and dirty cells. I've only been here for about six hours and I've hated it completely. I mean.. It's prison.

Gathering my clothes and belongings, the cops seemed to be glancing at me once in awhile.

"Erm.. Could I ask who paid for the bail?" I spoke up, the lady at the desk smiling at me.

"This wonderful young man, named Harry. Styles, it was I think." She nodded, my eyes widening.

"What? H-he paid to bail me out?"

"Yes, but he didn't seem happy.."

I didn't even get to process what was happening in my head.. Harry.. He bailed me the fuck out of jail, after what just happened?

I thought he'd leave me forever, but.. Then he still did this for me. I couldn't at all cope with it.

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As soon as I had finished getting ready, I was easily let out by the guards and I guess that was it for my prison adventure..Not really an adventure.

Dialling in Hannah, I pressed it to my ear as I sat down on the steps of the police department.

"Hello?" She answers. "Blue, how did you get your phone back?"

"Hannah.. Harry bailed me out." I spoke, not even getting to believe it myself, either.

"What?!" She exclaimed, me nodding heavily. I realized that she couldn't see me though.

"Yeah." I breathed out. "Well do you want me to pick you up? Because I--"

"No, I'm good.. I'm going to go see Tyler again." I bit my lip, my heart feeling as if it just suddenly dropped.

To think that he had less days, killed me inside.. I never wanted any of this to happen, at all.

"I'm so sorry, Blue." Hannah whispered lastly before I hung up.

Sighing, I slipped my phone into my jean pocket and crossed the street.

The hospital was a couple blocks away, so I guess I could just walk it.

Jamming my hands into my pockets, I realized that it was such a cold afternoon, the clouds in the sky looking grayer then usual.

It might rain, so I guess I should hurry up.

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As I walked in, I immediately knew where I'd be going as I took the elevator.

Pressing the button for the sixth floor, I patiently wait.

Tapping my foot, the elevator doors slid open sooner then I thought they would as I stepped out.

Looking around, I looked down briefly after as I crossed my arms over my chest.