Thirty One

                                    

                                          
April 24th,  2014 
Harry (POV) 
Even though I felt relieved that these past few days hadn't been much trouble, things were going smoothly and there wasn't any sign of drama or fighting. My nose still hurt, but it was looking ten times better than it had been three days ago. Still had two black eyes that were lightly fading, Evan kept checking up on me and bringing me extra pudding cups which was really sweet. 
But I couldn't stop thinking about one thing, King and Zayn. I wanted to so badly bring it up to my 'boyfriend' and ask what was going on between him and this other inmate. That if they were colliding into one whole group or just mates that didn't speak daily. But no matter how hard my brain pushed for me to ask, my mouth would move into something else. 
He was acting like there was nothing going on, like he was hiding nothing. I have yet to see this other guy or hear about him other than Evan talking about how he's got all these scars littered on his face and how he gets around with his gang of guys that do whatever it is he tells them. 
I know he's short, loud, mouthy, scummy and dresses like he's homeless. I know his clothes are ripped, Evan said he rips them on purpose and nobody tells him shit about the dress code. 
Was this a guy that made Zayn feel things better than I've made him feel? Was this a guy that made Zayn happier or feeling like he was born all over again? Did he like guys like King? Guys that got around and knew what to do with his body and how to pleasure other guys in a way that I could never think of? 
Groaning, I threw my head back while feeling the book shelf dig into my lower back. Evan decided to that he'd take day off from computer work and Cafeteria cleaning. The fact that we were given a choice to pick ONE day out of two weeks to take a break and relax, Evan chose today knowing that we could have planned this together so I had my free day. 
''Me and Ron haven't talked in two days dude, you think everything is alright? I've seen him hanging around Zayn but why hasn't he said anything to me? Did I do something?''
Ah...so we're both having issues with our prison partners. How fucking lovely. 
''I have no idea, I'm sure you didn't do anything to upset him. Have you tried talking to him? If not then maybe you should, I'm in no position to give you any relationship advice right now mate, I'm sorry. Kind of dealing with something that has to do with Zayn and King.'' 
Evan popped the gum in his mouth, humming with his arms crossed. 
''You're still on about them? Listen, Zayn is super obsessed with you dude. Ain't noway in hell he'd be cheating or looking for another piece of ass when he has you the whole fucking package. You're not just some handsome muffing, you're pretty and smart. You're brave, strong and you have your way around things. Don't set yourself so low, King is a dipshit and has no life in here or out there.'' 
Staring down at the book in my hand, Evan was possibly right. 
''I guess I'm just having a hard time believing that this is real, that somebody like Zayn wants to be with somebody like me. I'm not saying that I'm ugly or anything but come on...King fits more of his type than I do.'' 
Evan cupped my cheeks, catching my full attention like this. 
''King has nothing on you, Zayn doesn't owe that fucker anything. He owed Zayn from months ago because one of Zayn's guys brought some drugs in for King and his men. So stop that, you're the love of his life and I doubt he'd do anything to fuck this up.''