Harry rushed into the doors of the prison where his boyfriend was being held in. He just got a call, and it wasn't very good.

"I'm here for Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson," Harry informed, taking a seat in one of the chairs. He bobbed one foot up and down, impatient as can be. The old lady behind the desk stared at him before slowly adjusting her glasses that were once perched on  her nose.

He kindly smiled at the elderly lady. She scoffed and started typing a few things on the computer she was sat in front of. "Young people these days," she muttered under her breath.

Harry heard it all. It was kind of funny to him actually. There wasn't any reason for an oh so sweet old woman to be mad at him.

The receptionist finished typing after what felt like twenty years. She walked over to Harry, then dropped a stack of papers into his lap. There was no pen, which basically made it impossible for him to even sign the sheets. 

"Just stop your crying it's the sign of the papers. I gotta get away from here. They told me there wasn't a pen near," Harry thought. He giggled at his own pun.

"What're you giggling for? Something on my face?" The old woman hissed.

Being the sweetheart he is, Harry quickly shook his head and smiled.

"No beautiful. I was just thinking about some ideas of how I could get  you to go out somewhere with me this evening?"

"I have a husband young man!"

"I'm sorry, my apologies!"

"Say... Aren't you that singer from that band that broke up a few years ago? What's the name again? Five seconds of summer?"

"No ma'am, it's one—"

She held up her wrinkled finger. Harry closed his mouth with a frown prominent on his face.

"My granddaughter loved that band. She would always sing that song what makes me beautiful. Ah I hope your voice got deeper, because I thought you guys were a group of little girls!"

"Okay now I am appalled. The group is One Direction. The song is what makes you beautiful, and the other group 5sos is still together currently," the younger male explained, getting irritated with the lady standing before him. 

Her mouth resembled an 'o' while she stood there in thought. She ended up smirking after thinking of something.

"Ah. You go with Zayn Malik, correct?"

Harry stood up. "Correct! That's the one thing you are right about ma'am!"
He practically yelled. People looked over at the two with scowls on their faces.

"Calm down Ashton. And yes, he smiled in his mugshot. You guys make a very cute couple, might I add."

Ignoring the 'Ashton' mistake, the singer begged to see his boyfriend's mugshot. The receptionist gladly pulled him by his milky white arm and over to her computer.

"I could lose my job for this, but hell! My boss is a prick anyways."

With a few clicks of buttons, and typing of keys, the mugshot of Harry's boyfriend popped onto the screen.

Zayn had a huge, mischievous smile on his face. His eyes seemed to be halfway opened. Nonetheless, he was still very attractive in the picture. Harry cooed, as his new friend went into a fit of laughter.

"Ah that makes my day everytime I see it. Want a copy?"

"Please!"

"And by the way, I'm Helen. It's a pleasure to meet a famous singer in a place like this," Helen spoke.

She turned around to face the printer, waiting for the gorgeous picture to print out. When it did, she handed it to Harry who smiled brightly at her.

"I'm Harry, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Helen. I should get to signing those papers now."

Helen shooed Harry away. "No need Harold. You can just go straight in."

"Wow, thank you," Harry thanked. Maybe this day wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

"Don't mention it. We should mention that date though," Helen laughed.

"What about your husband?"

"Nobody has to know," she whispered, followed by a wink.

••••••••••••••

A few hours earlier...

"You gonna do something, or are you just going to stand there?"

"Hell yeah I'm going to do something. Zayn, mate are you in?" Louis growled
He looked over at the tan male.

Zayn shook his head. He didn't plan on beating up a prisoner guard, let alone even going near the bastard. He looked up at the crazy man, who made him shift uncomfortably in his stance. "Nah Louis. I'm just going to have to skip out on that. You can handle the sucker, can't you?" He fake yawned.

Louis didn't seem too happy. He shrugged after he told Zayn that it was his loss. He raised his fist up with a smirk on his face.

"NO! WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY? RUN FOOL!" Zayn shrieked. He grabbed Louis' fist, shoved past the guard and made a run for it.

"Whew, you're bold Zayn! Let's ditch this hellhole!"

"I'm bold? For fucks sake you were going to attack a person who's more superior than us. That's assault," Zayn panted.

"STOP THEM!"

Both boys tried to run even faster than they were before when they heard that voice.

"Fuck him. And we are more superior than he is," Louis said, as if it was a fact.

The conversation ended when Zayn held his chest and fell forward onto the ground. Louis gasped as he saw Zayn's body on the floor.

"Oh fuck they killed you. Zayn, bud you alright!?" Louis panicked. He stayed in his spot, not making any attempt to even help his best friend up.

"Im alive you damn idiot!" Zayn scolded, clearly out of breath.

Louis wiped some imaginary sweat off of his forhead. He mentally thanked every God above that Zayn was okay and not dead.

Before they knew it, guards and officers surrounded the two. They took each singer into custody.

"It was nice knowing you Zayn!"

"Ahw you too Louis! See you on the other side, my partner in crime!"

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"Zayn you're an idiot! That was out of line!"

"So was visiting me looking this sexy. Hot damn baby, I wish I was getting some," Zayn flirted. He blew a kiss to the lovely man who stole his heart.

Harry blushed. "Not today Zayn. I'm mad at you," he pouted.

"Ah man. I don't think I'll be leaving anytime soo— oh, hey Liam, how you been?"

Harry quickly turned around, only to see Liam standing right behind him. Oh great.