Prior to reading this story, I must state. I do not own, nor know Lucy Hale or Ian Harding this story is purely fictional.
An officer pulled keys out of his pocket, jangling them around a couple times before placing one in the key slot, and turning it to the right. Opening the heavy steel metal barred prison door.
"Harding, you have a visitor" He spoke out into the dark room.
It took a moment before the sound of shackles could be heard against the concrete floor, almost sounding identical to nails on a chalkboard, to the point of annoyance.
The guard grabbed onto Ian's right bicep, walking him out of the dark room and into the brightly lit hallway, which made him squint.
Walking him through the various other prison cell's Ian heard numerous words being thrown at him "Jealous asshole" "Psychotic killer" All of which didn't bug him, he had grown immune. He knew none of them were true, yet, nobody else did.
Escorting him to an interrogation room, he removed his shackles and opened the door; shoving him in.
Ian looked at the guards standing in front of him, one was Benny, a guard he had made good buddies with in the first three weeks that he had been in solitary confinement. Benny gave him a soft smile, causing Ian to reply back with a slight nod.
His lawyer, Emma Petersburg walked into the dimly lit room. Her skin almost looking a fluorescent green due to the lighting. She sat down in the black plastic chair across from Ian, she could tell by his body language he wanted to be anywhere but here. She didn't know him, but she wanted to.
"Good news, Harding... You're out." She smiled, looking at the male, trying to study his facial expression.
Ian furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her, slumping down in his chair. His Adam's apple bobbing before he asked the simple question. "How?"
Emma looked at him, her eyes softening. "The DNA came back negative.. It's not her Ian." scooting closer to the table, she grabbed one of his hands before he jerked it away harshly.
Ian laughed at her sarcastically. Looking at the 5'11 bearded man wearing a bright orange jumpsuit now, you would never guess three months prior he had his shit together.
Standing up and kicking the chair he had previously been sitting in, he turned back to her. "Get. The. Fuck. Out"
Three Months Ago
"It isn't like that Ian!" the petite 5'2" woman yelled at her boyfriend of six months.
"Then how is it?!" He yelled back, his jaw clenched as he reached into the fridge and grabbed a beer.
Lucy put her head in her hands, before rubbing her eyes and looking up at Ian, shaking her head. "You're never gonna get the fucking hint." She admitted to him, bitterly.
Ian raised his eyebrows, "The fucking hint of what? You're fucking him." he replied back, smirking as he did. Knowing how heated she would get over the topic.
Lucy shook her head, "I love you Ian. YOU." pointing her index finger into his chest with so much force it caused his ironed white dress shirt to crinkle.
Ian cackled, cocking his head to the left, cracking his beer opening and taking a sip. "You have a funny way of showing it. Do you have fights like this with him, too?"
Lucy looked up at him, her face now a bright red. "You're a fucking dick" She spat out, running into their bedroom and slamming the door.
I know that this chapter is quite short, but please bare with me as this is the first fanfiction I have ever written. As the story comes together you will start to catch on. It will be set in flashback's, and present day. Please review, and tell me any suggestions you think I could do to make this story better. Input is appreciated.